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Slick

By: gypsyred



Slick! Arrived today. How shall I begin? He’s a lovely shade of blue, exceptionally flexible and slender. Hmmm.... I’ve fitted him to the goat (a large carved wooden goat lying on its belly) with a harness devised by Tommy (to hold Slick appropriately upright). As ever my love’s mind works in mysterious ways its wonders to perform.

Surrender is my heart’s desire. I close my eyes and my man comes to me. He is beautiful and I love his body. There’s a soft furring on his body that is so perfectly male it makes me go all jello-ey inside. His arms bulge in all the right places, to tease my fingertips’ imagination. His shoulders, always broad, make me feel so feminine, so safe. And his proud cock, standing up turns my stomach into a butterfly convention and my pussy into a sodden pool of want. I hardly know whether to grasp him in my hand, slide him into my mouth or slip astride him and sink my soft fastnesses onto his steel.

The most delightful assault on my senses begins when I center my body over his evident desire and gently lower myself as he slides inside. Oh! There’s a sweet catch at the opening to my cunt that almost pops as his head slips past that ring of muscle. Then the slow slide down his length until the little jelly balls rest on either side of my clit. A little wiggle and....... ohmigod. It all feels so good. My pulse races just a little, and my breath deepens. I begin a slow, sensuous cycle of slipping up and down that bumpy rod, just till the head slips out and is nestled for another glorious slide to my depths. Bracing my body on my arms I can look back and see this excitement. Slipping onto his hardness, my pussy sinks like quicksand, drawing him inside me to hold. On the outstroke, my cunt holds him tightly; its edge is extended as I pull upward, gripping him. 

Each trip past the gate sends shock waves of pleasure through me. I have a strong desire to pump my hips hard, but resist. This will last. Chill bumps cover my arms and back and chest – and legs and butt – my whole body is afire with this excitement. Out he slides to the edge, and slips past it – catch, slip, thrill. I gasp as the pleasure hits hard. My hips begin an almost involuntary buck until I drag myself back to control. At the top he sits there, nestled at my opening. Each entry is a new delight, the same, different, and each more exciting than the last. Layers of desire paint my body now with a growing redness to the skin. The inward journey starts. I moan. This is what it’s all about, this is so erotic. It takes every remaining fiber of control I have over my body to make this entry last. It is so sweet. I can hear him groan with me as my pussy spasms around him on his journey. Oh! God! Oh!

I can continue no longer in this heavenly torture. I sink to rest on him and just rock. My hips tilt for and aft. The shaft on which I am impaled moves against tender spots. I am so aware of each motion inside my glove. As I rock my hips, I add a sideways motion, massaging my clit against Slick’s little pseudo balls ...... mmmmmmmmmm, gasp, repeat.

The pleasure jolts are building one upon another, each ratchets the heat a step higher. I am wet front to back with the slippery evidence of my desire. I can see my love tense and come with me toward that heated crescendo as his cock swirls inside my cunt. I can hear him moan with me. I can feel his body heat driving me onward. My fingers seek my hardened nipples, to compress them in time with my rhythm, to beat a small tattoo on the sensitive hips. I whimper, and cry, as I fall toward the edge and over into a delicious denouement, washed from the sentient world to one of pure pleasure sensation. My body explodes into my orgasm, filling each cell with its sweetness. My love’s voice sings its own song of lust and release. I collapse to gasp and shudder as the last remnants of passion make their way through me. His arms, his mouth ....... all there is rests in my mind. The world returns, imposing its emptiness.... a tristesse, sadness, unassauged by the magic of his touch. I chant my mantra, “Soon, soon.”

Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 01



Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale - Pt. 01

1. Visitors Arrive

The house was situated on a small hill, just barely visible above the trees that surrounded it. It was its peacefulness and seclusion that had drawn Ron and Miranda to move there from their house in town. It had been a good decision. Even their daughter Jennifer, a pretty teenager, enjoyed it and hardly ever complained about the isolation from her friends. She had made a few new friends in the area but seemed happy. Ron waved to his wife as he walked across to barn and started up his ATV. He hooked up the trailer and drove out of the barn and out to the forest behind to cut wood. One thing about country life was that you needed wood to heat your house if you didn't want to pay a fortune for heating oil which, since the war, had been in very short supply. The weather was beautiful; a fine summer day. 

Ron puttered up the narrow lane and turned into the woods. He drove for another fifteen minutes before he found a good spot to cut. For two hours he cut and split wood until his back ached and the trailer was full before heading back. He cautiously drove across the small wooden bridge that spanned some marshy ground. He kept meaning to replace the bridge as it was getting a bit rickety, but never seemed to get around to it. It had probably been there for a hundred years and was likely to last a few more years, he thought. Suddenly, there was a crack and an outer board on the bridge broke and pivoted, throwing his ATV and trailer into the muck below.

"Shit." Ron thought after he had extracted himself from the mud and ascertained that there was no way he was going to get this rig out of the marsh on his own. "Oh well better walk back and pick up the tractor and pull it out."

He walked for almost an hour before he rounded the side of the barn and stopped, startled. Standing by the side door of the farmhouse were five large motorcycles.

"Harleys." He thought. "A motorcycle gang, I wonder what they're doing here. Probably ran out of gas or something."

He walked toward the house. Though he had no problems normally with gangs, though his mind was churning and filled with misgivings. He reached for the door handle and then pulled it back quickly when he heard Miranda suddenly shout out.

"No!"

Ron decided that discretion might be in order and crept around the house and surreptitiously peered into each room. He found the gang sitting in a semicircle in the kitchen. His wife was seated facing them. A large leather jacketed man was sitting on a stool holding his wife by an arm. Another man was restraining their daughter. Through the open window Ron could hear their conversation.

"Freddy." Said the large man. "Keep a lookout at the door there. If hubby comes back, waste him. We don't want him surprising us ... So, Mom, you look a little overdressed for this party."

As he said this he seized the neck of her dress and ripped it from neck to waist, revealing her light blue bra. Miranda screamed as he pulled her face down over his knee and, ripping the dress off her shoulders, unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her arms. Her breasts dangled unrestrained for a second before he seized one in his large meaty paw and squeezed it hard.

She screamed again when he pulled up the back of her dress and thrust his hand between her legs and groped her panty-clad sex.

Ron stared horrified. What could he do? He couldn't just burst in on them, there were too many of them to handle alone, they were armed and would certainly kill him. Ron glanced at his daughter and saw that the man holding her had pulled up her tee-shirt and was fondling her tits through her bra. At that moment, the large man looked over and saw what his henchman was doing.

"That's enough Griff. You know the rules. Me first."

"Aw, Gregg I was just softening her up. Prob'ly never had someone feel her little titties before."

"It's OK to look but no touching .... yet." Said the man who appeared to be the leader of the group. The man pulled the crotch of Miranda's panties to one side so that he could stroke the furry cleft within. "Bring the young lady over here and pull her skirt up so I can see her."

The man pulled Jennifer over and lifted her dress.

"Oh, nice knickers. Pull her panties down to her knees so I can see her girly pussy. It's really hot seeing a women with her panties pulled down like that. Sort of like they they're not really sure they want it but know they're going to get it."

"Yeah, they're accessible but not too relaxed."

Griff said as he promptly obliged and pulled the girl's panties down to her knees to reveal a dark bushed pubis. Gregg withdrew his hand from Miranda's cleft and ran his fingers through the thick bush of dark hair between Jennifer's thighs parting her labia.

"Please leave her alone." Miranda sobbed.

"Oh?" Said Gregg. "And why should I do that. I suppose you're prepared to give us something in return?"

Miranda was silent.

"Well I guess she's fair game then."

"No." Miranda blurted out. "Do it to me but not to her."

"Do what? You got something in mind?"

"Whatever it is you're thinking of doing."

"Oh, you'll have to better than that. I'm going to leave the thinking to you. Whatever you decide, you'll have to do it for me before I decide what to do to you. Griff, grab a hold of the crotch of Mom's panties and pull it tight."

Griff eagerly complied, easing his hand into her crotch and pulling the fabric taut. Gregg pulled a switchblade from his pocket and clicked it open. He ran the tip lightly along the crease of her sex before severing the crotch of her panties with a quick flick of the wrist. Miranda's sex was now fully exposed. Ron could not ignore the thrill he always felt when he saw Miranda exposed this way. His cock was as hard as iron but his mind churned away in the background trying to think through a solution to his dilemma.

"Griff, take off the girl's panties. She doesn't need them."

"Please..." Pleaded Miranda.

"Ok, sit the girl down there. And no funny business. Mom looks like she might be ready to buy her daughter some time by being real nice. But she may need some incentive."

With that he slowly inserted a finger into Miranda's cleft and began to fondle her protruding labia. "You don't mind me doing this do you?"

Miranda stuttered.

"Pardon I didn't hear you."

"N...no." She mumbled.

"That's good cause I really like what I'm feeling. And when I like something I take it."

Soon, the inner labia had parted invitingly and the man drew them apart further to expose the glistening pink aperture they protected. He teased his finger into her moistening vagina and rotated it slowly.

For some minutes he slowly penetrated her this way, sometimes with one finger, but more often with two or more. Ron could see the sheen of her lubrication on his fingers each time he withdrew them. 

After this inducement he shifted his focus to her ass, which he started to stroke with a slow circular motion. "And here's OK too.?" He asked.

"Y ...Yes. Just leave my daughter alone."

Occasionally dipping his finger into her lubricious well he transferred some of its elixir to her posterior. Eventually his finger slipped into her ass where he thrust it in and out for several seconds. Ron heard the soft sobs of Miranda as he ravished her ass with his finger.

"Bring the girl upstairs. Keep a lookout for the husband. We don't want him around causing trouble. Those pussies in town seemed to think he was a pretty tough customer, so don't be stupid."

"Aw, Gregg it's not fair you taking them both. What about me ... us?"

"Listen, Mom and me got a lot to thrash out. Later we can share. Meanwhile you others, find the husband. If he comes quietly, bring him here and he can watch me screw his wife until she begs me for it. Then she can watch us cut his balls off before we permanently divorce them. 'Course if he doesn't come quietly ....". He drew a hand across his throat. He squeezed Miranda's tit and stood her up. "Of course YOU my dear won't be coming quietly, quite the contrary, you'll be cumming like a hog in heat." He said to Miranda.

With his hand between her legs and a finger hooked inside her cunt he dragged her upstairs. Griff followed with a panty hobbled Jennifer in tow, giving Jennifer's pubis quick gropes when he knew Gregg wasn't watching. Ron heard the door slam upstairs and a disappointed Griff clump back downstairs. He realized he needed to find out what was happening and moved quickly and silently to the large oak tree that grew up beside their bedroom. The tree grew so close to the house that its branches almost touched it. 

Ron climbed rapidly and found a leafy area just beside the bedroom window that concealed him almost perfectly from view whilst giving him an almost clear view of the bedroom. When they had renovated the house they had installed large windows so that they could see the attractive scenery it opened upon. They had never bothered to curtain it, because their house was so isolated. Today, because of the hot weather, the window was wide open and Ron could hear, as well as see everything within. 

By the time he was positioned, Miranda was already naked and was standing submissively while Gregg felt up her tits and pussy. He nuzzled her breasts until the nipples stood stiffly. While he licked her tits and kissed her passionately, he stroked her slightly rounded belly and pressed it curiously and then drew his finger through her sex.

"Getting a bit of a pot aren't you, honey. I'll need to work that off for you, though it may only be temporary because by the time I've finished with you there will quite probably be something sprouting in there. It would interesting to she what a little Gregg would look like."

He stroked his hand over her belly, pushing and squeezing it. He spent some time pushing it from side to side and then leaned over her and began to lick it. He swirled his tongue around her belly button and then sat up.

"Your belly is very firm. Seems too firm for flab." He said, putting his hands on both sides of her stomach and squeezing. "Is this what I think it is? I'm too late to give you a little Greg aren't I. You're preggers ... up the spout ... right?"

Miranda was silent at first but then he squeezed harder.

"Yes." Miranda whispered.

"Geez, I really am a bit too late. How long?"

"Sixteen weeks."

"No wonder you seem so sexy and so ripe. I bet you haven't had it in a while and you're probably aching for it. 'Course once I'm done with you your hubby won't be too interested in dipping his wick in a fucked up whore like you. I love fucking some other guy's pregnant slut, but not as much as I like watching a clueless husband fucking his wife imagining that the kid in her belly is his."

He kneeled between her legs and licked her slit, then getting behind her, licked her ass hole while penetrating her sex with his finger.

"Now it's your turn."

Miranda kneeled over him and licked his nipple, to his surprised enjoyment. She kissed his ears and mouth, resignedly obedient to his groping touches. She licked and sucked his cock to his great delight. She was obviously hoping that she could make him come and therefore delay her eventual fate. But, it was not to be. 

Suddenly he reversed her so that she faced away from him, bent her body at the waist and inserted his massive cock into her ass. Miranda, unused not only to such violence but to having anal sex, cried out as his cock rammed into her tight orifice.

"Ah yes, Mom this ass is going to be used a lot. By your loud squawking, it sounds like it has been sadly neglected."

He pushed her to her knees and vigorously violated her besieged bottom until he climaxed. When he pulled away Ron ogled her bum as the unnaturally expanded hole slowly narrowed to a finger-sized aperture that leaked his semen.

Through all of this Ron could see Jennifer sitting in open-mouthed stupefaction in an armchair in the corner of the room. Gregg now steered Miranda to her back and lowered his head between her thighs. He licked and sucked her sex like a man possessed. Two fingers flashed in and out of her pussy quickly and powerfully. His fingers stretched the pink hole obscenely until he had four of his fingers inserted at once. The cries from Miranda conveyed both pain and self-reproach as her lust, an intuitive and primal response to such stimulation, mounted spontaneously minute by minute until with a hopeless cry, that conveyed both sadness and his dominance, her orgasm erupted. The frenzied thrust and gyrations of her body testified to his psycho-sexual power over her rational mind. 

She seemed unaware and confused, lost within a fog of desire. Gregg quickly recognizing her susceptibility, dragged her to the bed and lay on his back and directed Miranda as she impetuously kneeled above his cock, which was again monstrously thick and hard. 

Gregg had her face away from him while she hastily spread her labia and sank onto it with a satisfied sigh as it penetrated her completely. For the next fifteen minutes she drove herself onto his manhood mindlessly while he reached up and grasped her breasts rudely, squeezing the nipples severely with his thumb and forefinger, which at first caused her pain and caused her to cry out but eventually elicited a increased sensitivity that stimulated her, urging her to greater wantonness. 

He reached around to her slit and thrust his fingers into her vagina alongside his cock. With his thumb and fingers he squeezed and rolled her clitoris severely. Though his abuse hurt, it fused with her lust stirring her to greater exertions until, with sharp staccato cries, she climaxed, groaning repeatedly, as each orgasmic contraction set off others until she thought she would faint with suffocating desire. 

Her clitoris burned so hotly and was so sensitive, that the mere caress of wind gusts in the room threatened to send her into new throes of ecstasy. Every time she rammed against his pubis, another orgasm threatened to break loose, raising the promise of wonderful, uncontrollable pleasure, which she now yearned for. But, eventually her lust abated and she sagged against Gregg's chest, her heated and stiffened nipples burning into him.

"Oh, yes Mom. You are truly one hot mother. Perhaps you will be able to save your daughter yet. But, was this a mother's desperate attempt to save her daughter, or something else. I got the distinct feeling that you started to enjoy being fucked this way. Lying against me, with my cock deep inside you, I can still detect the twitches and contractions within your cunt that show how much you enjoyed it. Even now as you realize how you betrayed your man you are daydreaming about my cock aren't you? And I know when the next time comes you will be willing and at the ready for more cheating love."

Although Miranda did not reply, her red face betrayed her and Ron recognized the truth in his words. Gregg rolled her to one side and nibbled her breasts.

"Come here girl." Gregg called to Jennifer. "Since your mother is so exhausted, I want you to lick my cock."

"No, no." Said Miranda trying to get up.

"I only promised not to fuck her but she will need to learn this, so she might as well start now. Her man will want her to suck his cock whenever he wants. You can kneel over my face Mom and I will suck your clit, so you will be ready when I want to fuck you again."

Jennifer shuffled nervously over to the man and took his cock in her hand while Miranda with one agonized backwards glance at Jennifer kneeled over his face and surrendering to the seduction of his capable tongue.

Ron realized that he was going to need to equalize the odds a little if he was going to liberate his family and he couldn't spend his life up a tree. He climbed to the ground carefully and crept to the barn. It was an old barn similar to those built at the turn of the 19th century. The beams were all pegged together. Not a nail could be seen, except for those hammered into the beams by less skilled artisans than the original builders. 

Throwing a rope over a beam he tied it off on one end, carefully constructing the classic trap that always seemed so popular in movies about headhunters or African natives. He disguised the loop he had made under some straw and climbed up to the beam with the other end and tied it up. In the corner of the barn he had been storing old windows, some of which had become broken over the years. He collected the longest and most jagged pieces and carried them under the beam where he placed them points up in the straw, ensuring they would not move easily. His trap set, all he needed was a victim. 

He observed the house until one of the bikers came outside. He began fiddling with his bike and Ron climbed to the beam and began to hit it with a block of wood. Through the bale door he could just see the man raise his head and come walking cautiously to the barn. He entered slowly, looking around suspiciously.

"Come out now." He said. "I know someone's in here."

He walked inside boldly with a confidence gained from years of terrorizing non-aggressive normal people and walked down the concrete walk that separated the pens from the hay barn. Ron waited until the man's feet were inside his loop and then jumped from the beam holding the end of the rope. The loop tightened round the surprised man's legs and pulled him upwards and swung him above the glass shards, while his weight slowed Ron's descent. As Ron's feet hit the ground he released the rope and the biker fell uncontrolled onto the glass pieces Ron had strategically placed. He made only a brief cry as they stabbed into him. He struggled briefly, but one piece of glass had pierced his heart and stuck out through his chest. 

Ron walked over to him and looked down at him as the last glimmer of life faded from his eyes. Ron retrieved his rope and hid it. He might need it again. He then dragged the man into the loose hay, covered him and stole back to the house. The light was fading quickly as he climbed back to his vantage point again. The light was on in the room and Miranda was sitting on the end of the bed with Gregg beside her. He seemed unable to keep his hands off her and pulled her onto his knee while he kissed her and fondled her tits. The door opened and Griff entered.

"Hi Griff." Said Gregg "How do you like the look of Mom when she's not all covered up and has had a not so relaxing afternoon of fucking."

"She's a hot one alright Gregg. Will seems to have disappeared, I sent Rollie out to check."

"He's probably out looking for hubby. He'll be back soon with him I'll bet. Come over here and get a feel of this tart."

Griff came over eagerly and grasped one of her tits roughly with one hand and groped between her legs with the other.

"God she's sloppy down here. The slut must really have enjoyed her afternoon of fucking. She's gonna be all stretched out before we all get a chance."

"Well she's a good one alright. I've already plugged her three times. Now she knows how good it is with a real man, she doesn't even argue anymore. Not that she argued that much at the beginning. Reckon, she knows a good thing when she sees one. "

"Now Mom you're going to be good slave aren't you. Remember our agreement. Now you just go with Griff. I think he'd like to introduce your cunt to his not so little friend. You can take the room next door Griff, daughter here is not gonna need it."

"No, no." Screamed Miranda as Griff dragged her out of the door. "You promised."

Ron heard her protest fade as the door closed.

Gregg lay back on the bed.

"Now that my fuck-partner has left for a bit of leisure time you're going to have to keep me happy so get over here girl my cock's got all soft again. Make it hard."

Jennifer stumbled across the room nervously and kneeled by the bed and took his cock into her mouth.




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 01



"Um, that feels good, but you just climb up here and spread your thighs around my face. I feel like a bit of muff-pie right now. But you just keep doing what you're doing."

Jennifer climbed onto the bed and kneeled over the man, her bottom above his face and again took his cock in her mouth. Gregg spread apart the hemispheres of her bottom and began to lick within. His tongue lightly flickered over the dark vent of her bottomhole. When his head drew back Ron could see the sheen of saliva that emphasized his objective.

"Spread your legs further apart missy. That's good."

Gregg reached between her buttocks and pressed his forefinger against the puckered aperture until it slipped in up to the first knuckle. He lewdly rotated his digit, widening the tight hole slowly and methodically. When he extracted his finger, Ron watched transfixed by the sight of his daughters asshole yawning expectantly under Gregg's barbaric instruction. Again his tongue flicked into this timid spot as Jennifer's mouth efficiently stiffened his cock, which now stood out stiff and gleaming. His finger once more stormed her vulnerable bum and pressed within its tight confines right up to the third knuckle. 

Ron heard Jennifer cry out as his finger commenced plunging into her ass. Faster and faster his finger flashed in and out, until he apparently bored of this and pushed two fingers inside. He pushed the girl off to one side and sat beside her, his mouth nibbling the back of her neck while his two fingers crudely stretched her beleaguered bottomhole and his other hand crushed her breasts. At last he pushed her mouth against his prick and pressed her head against it fiercely until with a groan he plainly climaxed.

"Swallow it, slut." He growled as his semen leaked from her mouth and forced her head down over his cock and compelled her to consume his erotic effusion.

"You've missed some. Now lick me clean and get into bed here. You're going to keep me warm here while I get some shut-eye."

As Jennifer lay down beside Gregg, Ron climbed out on a thick branch until he could see into Jennifer's bedroom. What he saw shocked him deeply. Miranda had always loved plants and this love had been passed on to Jennifer. Her room had a number of large hanging planters, that Ron had had to affix firmly to hooks from the ceiling. He had commented to Miranda at the time that you could probably pull the engine from a truck with those hooks. 

Now as he looked in the window he saw the validation of his words. Miranda was standing, legs spreadeagled, with each arm tied to a plant hook in the ceiling. Griff was standing behind her with Miranda's riding crop, stroking it between her thighs, his head close to her ear. Ron couldn't hear what was being said because the window was closed , but he could see the bright red stripes across her bottom which marked his assault on her. 

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Suddenly Griff strode quickly to the window and graciously threw it open. If he had not been so engrossed with his persecution of Miranda he might have seen Ron on the branch, but as it was he didn't. He was too eager to humiliate the woman before he fucked her.

"God, it's warm in here. I think you need cooling off anyway, lady. So, are you going to do it, or do I have to warm you up some more."

"I won't do it. It's obscene."

"Well we'll just have to see how obscene you can be then." Said Griff bending the crop in his hand.

With a swish he brought the crop down across her rear. Miranda screamed loudly and tears streamed from her eyes. Stroke after stroke fell on her naked bum, leaving their red trails across her buttocks.

"Are you ready yet."

"Never." She gasped.

"Well I guess we'll have to change our strategy a bit." He said walking around to face her. "These boobies look good enough to eat but first, they need to be perked up." With that he raised the crop and flicked it across her right nipple. Miranda screamed.

"No, no. You can't." She screamed.

"Oh but you're wrong, I can do anything I want. Just so long as you stay alive." He said and flicked the crop across the other nipple.

Her nipples swelled purple and red.

"Still not ready?"

Miranda bit her lips. Swat! the crop flicked over first one nipple then the other. Twice more he repeated this attack before he asked her again.

"So, are you ready to do what I want yet or do I have to continue."

"Please, please don't. I can't do what you want, it's too awful."

"That's too bad." Said Griff as the crop swished and landed on the projecting lips of her sex.

"No, no, no, no." She screeched as she tried to pull her thighs together, but now Ron could see that they were tied to spikes that Griff had nailed into the floor.

"Yes, yes, yes." He shouted excitedly and swatted her again against the sensitive petals of her sex.

"No, please, please stop."

"Are you ready to agree?"

"Yes, yes. Please don't whip me anymore."

Ron could see the effect of Griff's blows to Miranda's vulva. He labia were so swollen that they left a wide gap between that exposed her dilated cunt and erect clitoris.

Griff untied her hands and legs and played for a time with her swollen breasts. He squeezed her nipples firmly, bringing tears to her eyes then fingered her between the legs.

"Ah yes, you're positively drenched down here. Anyone might think you enjoyed being disciplined this way. Though I guess we all know why you're so wet don't we? But now it's time for you to act your part."

Miranda dropped to all fours and began to lick Griff's feet. Griff allowed her to continue for some time then he lay back on the floor and Miranda unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, then peeled back his briefs to release his cock. Ron gaped at its dimensions. It was fully eight and a half to nine inches long with a diameter of at least one and a half inches. He could tell from her expression that Miranda's amazement equaled his own and he sensed that she was also thoroughly fascinated by it. She lowered her head uncertainly and kissed the glossy purple glans bashfully, circling her tongue around its enormous circumference and inducing it to jerk impulsively. Griff groaned quietly and began stroking Miranda's furry cleft with his toes as the tip of his prick disappeared into her mouth.

"OK" He grunted. "You seem wet enough, I want to see you do it now."

Miranda raised her head and Ron saw she was distressed by his command.

Jennifer's room was comfortable, with a dressing table against the wall, a thick rug on the floor and a cozy bed. The wooden bed was a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation. It was an old shaker design with the characteristic carved end posts at each corner that stood up about eight to ten inches from the frame. Ron had always admired their simple design. An acorn about three inches in diameter and four inches tall topped spiraled whorls carved on each post. However, he now deduced that Griff had proposed a new function for these decorative details. Miranda stood up and moved to one corner of the bed. The top of the corner post reached to her belly button.

"It's too high." Miranda whimpered.

Griff stood up and pulled a small footstool over and assisted her onto it. Now the top of the post was level with her crinkled pubis.

"Give me a performance. Play with it. Rub your pussy over it. Get it all wet and slick."

Miranda ran her pubis over the acorn and slowly rotated her hips so that it circled over it. Griff sat on the bed in front of her and tweaked her nipples pitilessly, bringing tears to her eyes. Griff grasped her ass and pulled her slit over the ball and parted her labia so that the soft wet interior of her sex caressed the wood.

"Push harder now. Press your fat clit against Pinocchio's prick. That's right. Feel how hard he is."

Miranda grunted as she pressed her clitoris against the wood and continued her gyrations. "Now test it's stiffness. Press your cunt against it. That's right. Now a little harder. Ooh it looks like its starting to widen. Harder now while I frig your little clit. Oh that's good. Now back off, I want to see your cunt now. That's tempting and nice and wet too. OK, take another stab at it. Press it hard now. Sit on it. Oh great, your cunt is really starting to spread now."

"Ah, it hurts." Miranda complained.

"Not for long, honey. Once you've got it in, it'll be just as much fun as fucking."

Miranda groaned again as Ron watched her press harder against the knob, Then Griff put his hands on her hips and pressed down and suddenly with a sound like a fart, the ball eased inside her obscenely inflated vagina.

"Now take it all in."

Miranda lowered herself until her sex almost touched the bed.

"Now fuck it. Nice and slow while I play with your tits and clit."

Griff got behind her and rubbed her clitoris with one hand while the other massaged her breasts. He aided her movements, lifting her up and lowering her onto the surrogate penis. Little by little he increased her tempo until the post rammed quickly into her and her breathing came in short gasps as his lusty inducements established their dominion and inch by inch accomplished their design. 

With a sharp cry of release, Miranda bounced rapidly and now unassisted on the post, wriggling her thighs in wild passion. While she orgasmed, Griff pulled and twisted her nipples savagely adding to both her pleasure and distress. She never believed she could derive pleasure from forcible domination and degradation. When her throes had diminished, Griff helped her off the post, threw her to her back on the bed and fucked her desperately for several minutes before, to Ron's consummate surprise, her legs enfolded Griff and her hips pounded against his as again she shivered uncontrollably in convulsions of ravishment.

Ron could bear no more and climbed down the tree and again ran silently to the barn. It was more than he could stand. He could not imagine how he could ever look at Miranda in the same way again. Twice in less than four hours he had watched her eagerly accept and respond passionately to ravishment by two completely evil and sleazy men. 

To keep his raging thoughts from overpowering him he made himself busy. He found a eight foot length of log, which they stored for heating purposes in winter and tied a rope to one end and then threw an end over a beam. For half an hour he adjusted the loop until the log balanced perfectly and then tested swinging it at a target he had set up that was about six feet high. He would have tested it longer but he heard a voice shout out.

"Will?" The voice shouted.

Ron dragged his log back and shouted.

"In here."

Rollie pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Where are you?"

"Here." Said Ron as he released the log swing.

Rollie suspected nothing until the log filled his sight and then crashed into his neck. The force was so great that Ron could hear his neck snap as it struck and Rollie fell to the ground his head at an impossible angle. Ron checked his pulse and finding none, lifted the man and carried him into the hay and buried him with his compatriot.

"Two down." He thought. "Three left."

He still couldn't get the visions of Miranda, crying out in passion her legs wrapped tightly around her ravishers, out of his mind but the mounting body count he was producing. He was unable to suppress his revulsion for Griff and Gregg, but now he wondered why they had come here. Why his home? __________

He had always been surprised that Miranda had chosen to live with him. She was so beautiful, his heart ached to think of her in the clutches of these perverts. He had met her when he worked as a bartender in Newtown. She had come in one day with her family, who were obviously eager to sell her. In those days and in fact to this day it was common for families with surplus children to sell them off as slaves. He ascertained that she was around seventeen and he watched as men approached the family and bargained for the young girl. 

Time after time she was obliged to open her blouse so that a prospective buyer could feel her tits or raise her dress for them to paw her sex. Ron knew she was the type of girl that would ultimately be picked up by one of the warlords (men who, by using a combination of violence and coercion, had taken over rural towns or large areas of farmland) as a concubine and when she was used up from that, a palace whore. At last Ron had gone over to the family and said.

"How much are you wanting for her?"

"Well, she's pretty and she's a virgin. We reckon she must be worth at least twenty dukes and commissions."

Ron thought. "Twenty dukes. The only people could afford that are warlords or other people in the slave trade."

"And what do you think, honey?"

"She don't think! She just sits tight and does whatever her father wants. Right Miranda?"

Said her father pulling up her dress to expose a lightly furred bush underneath.

"I was talking to the girl." Ron said.

Miranda raised frightened eyes to him and said nothing.

"See, she knows her place."

Just then another man came across and said.

"How much you want?"

"Twenty dukes and commissions."

"Lemme feel."

Miranda's father opened her blouse and revealed her beautifully formed breasts. The man eagerly squeezed and stroked them before her father pulled his hand away.

"So you buying?"

"Give you a half duchess to fuck her."

The father pondered this.

"We want to sell her and if we let you fuck her it will lower her value, but come to our camp at the edge of town tonight at nine. If she's not sold by then we'll discuss fucking rights."

"OK with me." Said the man and went back and sat down at his table.

A customer signalled for a brew and Ron left to serve him.

All day the young girl suffered all manner of indignities as her family became more desperate to sell. At one stage they had her perform a striptease for the clientele. But, by the end of the day she was still unclaimed, though Ron thought that now her prospects were dismal. Her parents would rent space between her legs until she caught something and then they'd cut her loose to die on the streets of some god forsaken town. The family left, dragging the girl off with them.

The bar stayed open late but Ron had a helper who spelled him a while at 9:30 to get a bite to eat. Ron went into the back which served as both a storage room and his apartment. As he ate he could hear rustling outside. He didn't check because there were bad things abroad at night, not just Slickers, the mind damaged users of Slick, the pre-war drug that pimps used for a few years on their prostitutes before they became too damaged to use for the trade anymore and were only good for cutpurses, gangers and pimps themselves. 

Ron heard a light tap on the door. He moved to the door and listened. Again there was a light tap and a soft female voice said. . "Is there anyone there? I need help. Please help me. I think they're coming. Please."

Rob answered. "There are lots of bad people out at night, how do I know you're not a thief or villain."

"I was in there earlier, they wanted to sell me, please let me in, I'm scared and they're after me. I can hear them coming. Please!"

"You're not on Slick are you?"

"Slick? What's that? Oh no they're getting closer."

Ron could hear an approaching hullabaloo but in the end he wasn't sure what convinced him to open the door, but he did. Outside crouched against the door he found a naked girl. He lifted her up and pulled her inside. He sat her on a chair and looked at her. Her hair was bedraggled and she was covered in dirt but there was no mistaking the young girl he had seen this afternoon.

"Miranda right?"

"Yes. I had to run away. They were going to let that man do things to me. He took all my clothes off and began to feel me. I pushed him off and ran. They're after me. Don't let them get me. You won't will you?"

"Your family are going to keep looking for you, you know? They have authority over you until you are twenty."

"They're not my family. They stole me."

"Stole you? From where?"

"My real family. We lived in a secret commune up north and I was coming back from the fields one day and these people saw me. They followed me and then ambushed me. They're barbarians. They made me entertain them by dancing and taking off my clothes. Their son was always trying to touch me but his parents thought they could get more from buyers if I was pure."

"Where's your real family live."

"With respect to here, I don't know, we've travelled for six weeks now. It could be anywhere. I'm not quite sure which direction we went 'cause we mostly travelled at night but it's warmer here so north I think."

"Well I better get you some clothes to wear."

Ron got her one of his old shirts and pants.

"You're going to have to let me cut your hair. I'm going to have to disguise you so you look like a relative of mine."

The girl sat impassively as he cut her hair short and died it black. He got her to wrap her breasts with a tight bandage to reduce their evidence and dressed her in clothes he had outgrown. By the time he had finished she looked quite different. Even he would have mistaken her for a young boy. He poured her some soup and sat and ate with her. His assistant came in and with one arched eyebrow for the girl said.

"Sorry to disturb you and the boy sir, but there's some people out here cutting up a fuss, something about a missing daughter."

Ron followed the man to the bar and saw Miranda's so-called family outside.

"What's going on?" He shouted at them to cut through the noise.

"What's going on? Thievery, that's what's going on. Someone has stolen our girl."

"Who would steal her?"

"How should we know who? If'n we knew that we would have got her back. Someone has stolen her and we want her back."

"Did you see the person who stole her?"

"Well no. She ran off like and now we can't find her so someone must have stolen her. She was worth fifty dukes she was."

"You only wanted twenty this afternoon. She's certainly gained a lot of value now she's missing. Maybe you should start selling missing girls, they seem to be much more valuable than existing girls."

"No need to get stroppy, we were asking these men who were interested in her whether they've seen her. There are a lot of people here who look like thieves."

"Look it's hardly likely someone would've brought her here would they? Are you sure she wasn't carried off by Slickers. Did you check the Slicker encampment down the way."

"Can't tell. You got Slickers round here? There's no way I'm talking to them, crazy they are."

"And you say someone stole her?"

"Well, I told you she ran off and now she's gone missing."

"Well I'm not surprised with a family like you. Most people who peddle their kids do it secretively. Not in a bar."

"Look there's no need to be snotty. I've a good mind to call out the constabulary and get them to turn this place over with a fine tooth comb."

"Well perhaps you better do that. Of course the closest law enforcers round here are part of Overseer Mandrill's house guard located in Torton, twenty miles to the west. He'll charge you a Duke per officer. But, as you can see she's not here and none of these men saw her come back. You're going to need a lot more than a suspicion before Mandrill's men come here. And if they do, you'll have to pay him for the five officers he's going to send and pay me for lost sales. Now get out of here. Your type make me puke."

A couple of the patrons laughed and one shouted.

"Yeah, maybe you can go spawn some more fluff to sell, 'course if that boy there is an example of what you can produce, don't bother, I wouldn't give you jack for 'im. Makes me wonder how you managed to spawn such a looker from such ugly looking parents. You sure she's really yours?"




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 01



The father reddened.

"I'll get you lot." He blustered as Ron escorted the family to the door.

As they approached the door a man rushed in. The same man who had offered to buy time between the young girls legs.

"Someone just told me they saw a girl running off into the woods just west of town. I asked if she was dressed and the man said she looked a bit pinkish to him. It could be her."

The patron said "If she's gone there she's Slicker fodder now. You wouldn't catch me going in there after dark."

"Come on." Said the father ignoring him. "Let's find her. Ungrateful little bint. Had to feed her for six week....raise her all these years and this is what we get in return."

Then with one baleful glance at the bar patrons he bustled out the door helped by Ron's timely push that sent him face first into the mud at the entrance.

Ron turned on his heel and went inside.

"Sorry about, you know, interrupting you with the boy sir. I didn't think you liked that kind of thing."

"Sam, he's my nephew from Morgansville. You remember my cousin's family. I've told you about him haven't I? Just arrived today and I forgot to tell you he was coming. To tell the truth I'd forgotten he was coming. Just showed up and then I remembered."

Rob's assistant raised his eyebrows knowingly but replied artfully.

"Oh. It's just that you were hugging him ... anyway, he's a very nice looking boy. Maybe a bit too nice looking for around here. You best take care of him. It's not just young girls who get snatched you know."

"Yeah. I'll have to keep him safe all right. Can you take over till closing I need to get him set up."

"Sure Boss, no problem."

Ron went back and found the girl hiding behind some ale casks.

"It's OK they've gone."

"Thanks for protecting me. I could tell when I saw you this afternoon that you were nice, 'least when you talked to me, that were nice, but I couldn't be sure. I was really scared, I figured if you sold me back to them I'd be no worse off than I was and I'd get another chance to escape some other day."

"I wouldn't do that. I don't like the new laws that say that women under twenty can be bought and sold like cattle. I used to have a sister, but she was lifted when she was just twelve. She's probably dead by now."

"How old are you?" The girl said.

"Nineteen, give or take a couple of years."

"You're very strong looking. And you have a kind face. Why don't you have a woman?"

"How do you know I don't."

Her face reddened and she looked ashamed.

"Sorry, I... just thought..."

"It's alright, there's none around here that would want a plain guy like me. They can sell themselves to gentry."

"They're dumb. You'd make a fine husband I think." Said the girl as she came to him and planted a kiss on his cheek and then blushed shyly.

Ron blushed.

"Well I better get you set up. You'll have to sleep in my bed, 'cause if I make you up a separate one, people will suspect that there's something amiss." He pulled back the curtain and showed her the old shaker bed he still had.

"It looks like a nice bed." She smiled "You don't snore do you?"

"Not that I know of, though to tell the truth I am generally sleeping when I'm in bed so how would I know."

She arched an eye impishly.

"Generally?"

Ron blushed again.

"Get away with you. No wonder you got yourself into trouble."

Her face pinched with fear again.

"I'm sorry Miranda. It's good to see you a bit happier. You looked so hopeless out there. I'd have bought you myself if they hadn't wanted so much. Twenty dukes, they must be on Slick to think they'd get that around here."

"You buy slaves?"

"No. But I'd have done it if it had helped you. Let's go through my things and find some things you can wear. I'll have to introduce you to people so try to not talk too much. Keep your answers short and nondescript."

She smiled at him again.

"Thanks again er... What's your name?"

"Ron. But, you should probably call me Uncle Ronnie."

"OK Uncle Ronnie." She said wickedly as she arched her eyes and wiggled her hips.

For the next couple of hours Ron looked out clothes she could wear, trying where possible to make sure they were baggy enough to disguise her curves. It was fortunate that she was taller than average and that he would not need too many adjustments.

Sam looked in after he had closed up and bid Ron and his nephew goodnight before leaving.

"So ... boy ... what do they call you." He asked genially

"Mira..." Miranda choked off as she realized her near disaster.

"Mira? That a boys name? Don't think that I've ever heard that name before. But, it takes all types. People these days seem to pick names out of a hat. What was wrong when people were called normal names like Dirtbike, Dweezle and Brandy. Anyway, I hope you have a good time here. Your uncle's a good sort and he'll keep you safe ... I mean on the right path. Or he'll answer to me."

"Thanks." Answered Miranda "I'm hoping to stay for some time with Uncle Ronnie."

"Uncle Ronnie?" He laughed. "You MUST be a relative. Nobody round here would dare call him Ronnie. Well take care now. Hope to see you tomorrow."

"That was close. Sam is not as dumb as he makes out to be but he'd protect anything of mine with his life." Said Ron.

"Yeah, oh well I guess I'm called Mira now."

"Well I'll go outside and let you get ready for bed. Give me a shout when you're ready."

For six months they lived in the same apartment. Miranda turned out to be a good cook and even helped around the bar a bit. Ron was slowly but surely drawn under her enchantment and surprisingly she seemed to like him too. He often woke in the morning to find Miranda curled up against him her arm over his chest and her furry bush pressed against his bum. 

Perhaps it was fate that within a year they started to have sex. Miranda was exceptionally responsive and from the start their nights were hot and lubricious. Within two months they realized that Miranda was pregnant, a situation they would not be able to hide for long. He rented the bar to Sam and using that and the money he had inherited from his father purchased the farm near Greenville. For 16 years now they had lived peacefully and comfortably and now this. __________

He dragged himself back out of his reverie and slunk back to his perch and spied on Gregg again. Gregg had just woken up and was shaking Jennifer.

"Come on slut, no time for lying about, spread those legs apart. That's right, now I'm going to suck you off while you suck my cock."

He positioned his face over her face and buried his face between her legs and began to lick her proficiently. His fingers squeezed her labia together in time with his tongue and soon, Ron could see the sheen of her juices leaking from her slit.

"Don't stop slut." Gregg warned. "I know how exciting this is for you but you just keep on sucking me otherwise I'll have to think of something new for you."

Jennifer sucked frantically until abruptly, her hips heaved up against Gregg's mouth and she whimpered pathetically as Gregg unloaded his gism into her mouth and she remembering his previous warnings swallowed it anxiously.

"That's good. Now we'll go see how your mother is getting off."

They left the room and Ron scrambled along the branch. Miranda was lying back on the other biker, Willie, his cock firmly lodged in her ass while Griff was filling her front hole eagerly with his cock. Ron was just in time to see Miranda climax before the door opened and Gregg entered dragging Jennifer along with him.

Gregg pushed Jennifer into a chair and made her watch him fuck her mother while Griff sat next to her and played with her pussy. Eventually they were done and Gregg extracted his rammer from Miranda and said.

"Willie, where are those other two slackers."

"Dunno, maybe they found some other excitement out there. There's lots of other farms. Maybe they found some other wife to bang."

"Perhaps. Anyway take a look around. It makes me nervous people going off and disappearing."

"Sure, Gregg. But, when do I get my shot at Mom's cunt here? She's got a sweet ass but I got my eyes set on giving her a load of my prime A cum."

"When you get back we'll talk about it."

Ron decided this was a good opportunity to eliminate one more bad guy. That would just leave two. He should then be able to deal with the situation. He descended rapidly and again hid in the barn. Climbing high into the rafters. As he suspected Willie, a large black man, came sauntering into the barn. Ron, who was cramping up, adjusted his position and his foot scraped against the beam.

"Who's in there?" Called out Willie.

"Me, Rollie." Ron called down.

"What the fuck you doing in there?"

"Found me a nice crumpet to butter."

"Yeah? Well you gotta share."

Willie came into the hay barn eagerly and Ron dropped on him from fifteen feet. The men crashed together and went down in a welter of legs and arms. With the element of surprise and the fact that he had knocked Willie groggy, Ron soon had Willie tied up and immobile.

"So, " said Ron "who put you up to this?"

"No-one, we been watching you and figured we could have a bit of fun." 

"Come on Willie boy. We've lived here for sixteen years with out any problems from bikers. 'Fact many of the bikers round here are good friends of mine. You couldn't have found out about us from watching us. We're too secluded and I have a good rep with all the gangs round here. Now before I do some surgery on your cock, I want the truth."

"Fuck it."

"OK."

Ron started to unfasten Willie's pants.

"Hey what're you doing? You're dead man when Griff finds you. He's crazy, man. You better forget the sluts man cause they're meat, man. That wife of yours fucks like a fucking mink, man. I had her begging for it."

Ron ignored the comment and pulled down Willie's pants and pulled out his cock and began to stroke it.

"Wait man, what you doing?"

"They're easier to deal with when they're hard."

"No man. Wait I'll tell you. There was this small weasely guy saw your wife in town. Thought he recognized her as some slut he said he used to own. When none of the local gangs would take his money he paid us to come here. Said we could do what we want with the women as long as we paid him a percentage and as long as you never saw them again. Said if he was right, you stole her from him. 

"He didn't seem to care whether she was the same one he owned or not just so long as he could get back at you. Hates you he does. We didn't care, it's not every day we get paid to lift women and fuck them too."

"Did this guy have a thin looking wife and weasely looking son too."

"Well the wife was pretty fat but the son was pretty weasely looking. About the same age as you I reckon, maybe younger."

"Thanks."

"So what happens now?"

"Say bye bye Willie."

"No, I gave you what you wanted. I told you what you wanted to know."

"Shoulda' turned this job down."

Ron tightened the garrote around Willie's neck until his face turned blue.

Ron walked over to the house and quietly opened the door. He was armed with a long knife and held it out in front of him as he stepped inside. The house was quiet ... too quiet. Slowly and stealthily he crept up the stairs and looked into the master bedroom ... no-one. He ran to Jennifer's room. No-one was there either. The scent of sex permeated the room and when he felt the bedcovers they were still warm and spotted with small wet pools of semen, some streaked with blood.

He shouldn't have spent so long playing with Willie, he thought as he ran down the stairs and found three bikes. Gregg and Griff had gone, his wife and daughter with them. He ran back into the house and raided their nest egg which the bikers had obviously not found and then checked the remaining bikes. He found one well gassed and kicked it to life and roared down the driveway. He could tell by the new burned rubber on the road that they had turned west heading to Centertown and pulled out after them. At each gas station and village he inquired after the men only to find out they had either not been seen or had been and left. He almost caught up to them the first day when he had ridden all night. But, running low on gas he had pulled into a gas station only to see the two men pull away. Miranda behind Gregg and Jennifer behind Griff. 

By the time he was filled and paid up he was far behind them. He was further slowed by the necessity of checking to see whether anyone had seen the bikers pass. He realised ultimately that they must be going to Gorton, the provincial capital and the largest town in a 200 mile radius. He wasn't sure how he would find them in such a big city.

2. Rescue Attempt

Ron smelled the city well before he saw it. Gorton was a large industrial town with a population approaching 400,000. Prior to war and subsequent epidemic it had been a small country town. Now that people were too nervous to approach the bigger cities that had been worst hit, small towns like this had grown like mushrooms across the country. Gorton was a confusion of old and new; good and bad. A magnet for entrepreneurs, opportunists and exploiters it was also the home of the "chemical" industry. The legitimate chemical industry had been devastated during the war but some technologies always find a way to survive, principally those related to the sex trade. Gorton was a place you went if you wanted a good time and had the money to pay. 

By the time of the Population Wars, the proliferation of the "net" had created a huge market for real and simulated thrills for a population underemployed and over-stimulated. When the source of voluntary participants dried up, chemical innovation took over. Wives, husbands, mothers, daughters and sons began to disappear and reappear as net porn actors, although they were not so much acting as living the life. 

The law backed proprietors who produced signed contracts from "employees" who had signed over all rights to the ownership and use of their bodies. Even their offspring became property of their employers. It all seemed so fair and legal until it became apparent that the employees were being conditioned with new powerful drugs that turned them into virtual sex slaves. 

Some were kidnapped and put into deprogramming but attempts to deprogram them were usually unsuccessful. Drugs like Viagra had given over first to Viagra-X, which not only stiffened cocks but manipulated pheromones making the men that took them more attractive to women. There were other designer drugs that were not only designed to improve one's sex life but were also addictive, ensuring a perpetual market. 

Finally the drugs were made illegal but they were impossible to detect and still the employers held the contracts. The worst of the sex drugs, Slick, was extremely subtle. It, like a number of others, could be transmitted via contact with the skin and was extremely quick to exert its influence on the unwitting subject. Anyone with enough money could buy it and use it for their own nefarious purposes.

A salesman would arrive at a pleasant suburban home and ring the doorbell. The door would open revealing a pretty blonde woman in her mid to late twenties. The salesman would have cruised this middle-class neighbourhood for several days selecting suitable candidates for this promotional teaser.

"Good morning madam. I'm selling these beautiful bibles. Take a look. Hold one in your hands. Run your fingers over the beautiful gold inlay."

He places it right in her hands.

"Yes, they are nice but I'm afraid we're not very religious."

"What about children's books. Do you have children?"

"Yes."

"What about these."

The woman looks over the books for a couple of minutes, riffling through a few of them.

"They're nice, but a little young for my children."

"Perhaps they're too old for these books. But what about something for yourself. Something like this perhaps? It's one of my very best sellers."

"I've never seen this book before. It looks like a picture book. What is it called?"

The woman seems interested in the book. Although initially she had thought that the salesman seemed a bit manipulative when he appeared at the door, she now finds herself unexpectedly fascinated by him. Where she saw a somewhat boorish man she now saw a well-mannered and quite nice looking gentleman. Actually the more she looks at him the more she discovers that he is very good-looking, gorgeous in fact. Already she has absorbed enough of the drug from the book covers for it to effect it's sinister purpose.

She senses that he is flirting with her and is flattered by his interest. lately she realizes she'd been feeling a little dowdy. She sweeps her hair from her face and tucks her blouse tightly into the top of her skirt so that it accentuates her well-developed chest. She is subconsciously communicating this mystifying desire for him. 

Eager now to be attractive to him she turns away and clandestinely unbuttons her top two buttons. Her husband loves it when she does this and hopes the salesman will too. When she leans forward to look at the book the man boldly contemplates the deep cleft between her breasts and savors the exotic scent of her body. The woman feels increasingly aroused by his attention and leans closer to look at the book that he craftily moves away and down from her so that she has to lean closer to him and thereby display more of her tits.

"It's sort of a picture book for adults called 'The Salesman Calls'. See, here the salesman arrives at the door and shows the woman his merchandise. She is pretty isn't she, but not as pretty as you ma'am."

The woman is now almost leaning against the salesman and he can smell her tantalizing perfume.

"Look how the woman is looking at it. She is very interested in the book." The salesman thinks back. This was his first "sale". He had been amazed at her susceptibility. She was so beautiful. "On this page the salesman asks to see the woman's merchandise. What do think the salesman is thinking?"

She looks at the salesman.

"I think he likes the woman."

"And what do you think the woman is thinking?"

"She is wondering what he thinks of her."

"What merchandise do you think the woman has that he might be interested in?"

The woman blushes and smiles demurely.

"She is pretty. He is interested in getting to know her better."

"Do you think the woman is interested in the man?"

"Oh yes, she wants him to like her."

"Yes, he thinks she has beautiful tits and wonders whether she will let him see more of them. Do you think she will?"

"I think she might," she says as he unfastens another button on her blouse. He pushes her inside the entrance to her house.

"In this picture we see how nice she is to him, just like you are now and lets him remove her blouse. See how the lady likes it when he holds her tits and notice how her nipples are hard and inviting. The woman really loves what he is doing. He is so manly. Now the man has his hand inside her dress and on this picture she is showing how much she likes him by holding up her dress so that he can stroke the front of her panties."

The woman at the door is breathing heavier, her eyes are spellbound by the pictures. Her hand has raised to the under curve of her breast and unthinkingly begins to stroke and clasp it. The salesman reaches over to the spellbound woman, unfastens her blouse and extracts her pale white tits from her bra. He wears black leather gloves and runs his fingers across the dark brown areolae and plucks out her nipples.

"And now this close up picture of the woman lifting up her skirt shows a wet spot on her panties. She really wants the man to love her so she pulls the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her pussy. See how it looks pink and wet and how the lips are swollen and protruding. Do you think if I checked your pussy it would be wet too?"




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 01



"I'm not sure." She groans in a husky voice.

"Lift your skirt so I can check."

The woman raises the front of her dress to reveal light blue panties that also have a prominent wet area at the crotch.

"Do you want me to touch you like the man in the picture?"

"I think so. Yes."

"Do what the woman in the picture is doing."

The woman pulls her crotch aside and the salesman is happy to see her wet pouting pussy gaping thirstily through the dense bush of hair.

"Yes, I do believe your pussy is sopping wet. Let me feel. Oh yes you're ready to be fucked aren't you. You want to be fucked don't you?"

"Oh yes please." She whispers in a throaty growl.

"Let's go inside."

Once inside he wastes no time in getting to know the woman.

"Pull your panties down, you know what to do. That's a good girl. My, you're very wet. And what about these titties. Let's get rid of your blouse and bra. No, don't move, I'll do it. What nice tits you have dear. See how big and firm they are. And when I touch your nipples? Oh yes, that drives you crazy doesn't it and see how they look like corks now. It makes you so hot when I touch them doesn't it. 

"That's right, press your tits against my hand. Good, now stick a finger into your pussy. Yes, get it in deep. Now two fingers, while I suck your nipples. Very good. You can get three fingers in? How about four. Now your ass. You've never done it. Just one finger. That's good. In and out now. It's easier right? Now two fingers. Twist them around, yes that's good. Smell the aroma of a hot bum. Quick, come into the kitchen."

The man ushers the now thoroughly compliant woman into the kitchen and for the next two hours has complete dominion over her. When he finally leaves after fucking her several times in both her cunt and ass, a seduction she has never entertained or experienced before, she is totally his. And after making her masturbate for him and use various kitchen implements and vegetables as dildos, he tells her he must leave and she asks him shyly whether he could stay and fuck her again. She will do anything for him she says. 

When her young children get home from school they find her dreamily masturbating herself with a carrot in the kitchen. They don't understand what she is doing but they like her when she is happy. For two days she dreams that her secret lover will return. Her formerly high standards and panties are gradually lowered for the paper boy and she is barely perturbed when the waiter at her local restaurant who has always had a secret craving for her, intercepts her as she goes to the washroom and fucks her doggy-style in the back alley behind the restaurant. 

For a month afterward she has an inordinate longing for sex which she satisfies as much as possible with her husband but also anyone else that is willing, of which she finds many. After two months her cravings have abated to almost normal levels but by now she has been fucked by over fifteen different men, only three of whom she knew previously. 

She still spreads her legs willingly for twelve of them including her husband's two brothers and the eighteen year old son of her next door neighbour, who still manages to fuck her at least twice a week. After six months it all seems like a dream. At least until her secret lover returns to the door and in minutes she finds herself willingly lying on the living room rug, her legs extended to the sky while he reacquaints his cock to the delicious tightness of her pussy and bum. And after he has ravished her for some time he tells her it is time for them to go. And she goes, never to be seen by her family again. 

But if you find the right nightclub or the right web site she can be found dancing the horizontal cha cha cha with a different man or woman every night. The salesman remembers his first one again. How she had been working in an escort house when she had suddenly relapsed. She had almost gone mad. But she was so beautiful they had sold her to a young baron. She now lived as his concubine, only vaguely conscious of her past with her six new children.

Yes, the drugs were very subtle. They had a twofold attack; first on the area of the brain that affected libido and nervous system where it reinforced neural pathways to a person's most sensitive zones making them hypersensitive. In less than a minute the subject began to feel his or her infatuation growing and began to feel the overwhelming need to climax. The mere pressure of their clothing on their sexual organs or breasts boosted their passions beyond reticence. 

In women it caused their breasts to swell and tighten, so that they seemed once more like the breasts of a young girl. At the same time their labia and clitoris swelled astonishingly, their amorous vaginas produced copious amounts of lubrication and their hearts fluttered wildly, just as they had that first time when they had surrendered their virginity. 

Executed well, a man could meet, seduce and bed any woman in less than half an hour. The effects on women lasted undiminished for twenty four hours, after which the lingering effects lasted for as long as a year. In men the drug stiffened and lengthened their penis to at least half again it's normal size. A man with a normal sized cock of five to 6 inches with a diameter of an inch could expect it to increase to a length of eight or nine inches with a diameter of two inches. In this condition the man could have 4 orgasms an hour for up to four hours and recover to this level again in two hours. Again, the lingering effects lasted for months. Coincident with these effects on libido, the drug acted on a person's judgment of what was normal behaviour. It eliminated many if not most social, moral or physical reservations such that the subject had no qualms performing with anyone, anywhere or doing anything. Slick was the culmination of this experimentation and extremely effective. 

However, it had one side-effect, it required larger doses each year and eventually the subject became mad or perhaps just mentally disturbed. Perhaps not clinically crazy but certainly too different for normal society. After a few years of Slick use, people became useless for the trade and were put on the street where they found other slickers and formed colonies that normal people stayed well clear of. Fortunately during the Population Wars the formulation for Slick had been lost and no present drug had the same potential, though the present drugs were still quite potent.

And now Ron found himself in the capital city of the drug manufacturing trade, faced with the problem of finding his wife and daughter. For three weeks he toured about finding out where bikers hung out. He visited many bars and clubs until he had his first break. He saw Gregg on his bike and was able to follow him to a club called the Slippery Maw, a club not normally associated with bikers. He watched Gregg enter, allowed fifteen minutes and then went in. A bouncer was slouched in the doorway.

"Hey." Ron called "I'm looking for Gregg. Seen him lately?"

"In the back with his old lady. Invitation only. You got an invitation?"

"With his old lady? Didn't know he had one."

"Has one now. Cute looking thing. Nice red hair and tight tits and ass. Oh and she's got that nice fat mommy tummy. Fucks like a rabbit. The perfect motherfucker as it were. She's entertaining some of his clients now."

"You're sure I can't get in. I really need to talk to him."

"Talk to him or lay his lady?"

"Well that would be nice but today, just talk."

"You could wait upstairs, I guess, in the viewing room. Don't tell anyone I let you up there cause we're supposed to charge. Except that he didn't want no-one watching anyway. I been up myself. Shit that woman moves. Never seen anyone take so many and still seem to enjoy it. She'll be burned out in six months at this rate."

"Thanks. Up here?"

"Yeah."

Ron walked up the stairs his head swimming with concern. He recognized the description of Miranda. But, where was Griff and Jennifer? He opened the door at the top of the stairs and found himself in a darkened room, the only light coming from a window at the far end. The window was canted over the room below and when Ron looked down, his blood ran cold. Miranda was bouncing up and down on the lap of a large black man whose prick was appearing and disappearing up Miranda's anus. The man was alternately pinching her full breasts or rapidly rubbing his fingers up and down her gaping slit. At last with a groan he emptied his testes into Miranda as she herself seemed to climax.

"Break time." shouted Gregg and led Miranda behind a screen. The room below must have been miked because he could hear Gregg perfectly in the room.

"Oh mom. You're doing well. Hold out your arm now while I give you another glimpse of Heaven. Miranda held her arm out eagerly and Gregg took a hypodermic needle from a tray. Ron could see a number of bruises on her arm, whether from other injections or rough treatment he couldn't tell. Gregg obviously noticed it too because just as he was about to stick it into her arm he said.

"Your arm's starting to look like hell. No, we don't want people to see needle marks in your arms, we want you to look like the sweet mom you are. Turn over onto your belly and stick your ass up. That's the way. First I'll need to open you up a bit."

Gregg took out his cock and pushed it easily into Miranda's bum and began to thrust in and out while Miranda moaned amorously and wiggled her bottom seductively.

"That's enough. I know you can't get enough but you've got more work to do."

Gregg withdrew his cock and taking the hypodermic stabbed it into the contracting hole he had left in backside and injected the contents into the wall of her anus. But he didn't use it all.

"Roll over onto your back now, you slut and spread your cuntlips apart. More than that. Stick some fingers in."

While Miranda held her sex open, Gregg sank the needle into the base of her clitoris.

"That should make you hot. Look at that little knob stick out now. Here let me rub it a bit."

In seconds Miranda was gasping in the throes of a enormous orgasm. Her hips heaved convulsively against his fingers.

"Oh what the hell." Said Gregg and rammed his prick into her cunt and rode her mercilessly until Miranda came again.

"Now, back to work. Ok, Ok you can suck my cock for just a moment. Don't bother turning over. I'm not going to bugger you right now. Time for work."

He led Miranda out and shouted. "Next."

For three hours Ron watched his wife entertain every manner of cock in every variety of position or depravity they could think of. Two cocks in her pussy at once, one in the ass, one in the cunt, two in the ass. The permutations seemed endless. They used bottles and dildo's of every sort but at last, mercifully, it was over and the clients were ushered out.

There was a knock on the door and a large man with greased down hair entered.

"So Gregg. Successful day?"

"Too right Nigel. I suppose you've come for your share?"

"Right again Gregg. Still as sharp as tack I see."

"So I owe you for ten hours right?"

"Oh, I think you can do better than that. We wouldn't want anyone to find out about the additional extras would we. Her arm is looking a little bruised."

"So what's the deal then?"

"Well, let's see. Five people an hour, fifty people. How much each?"

"Ten dukes."

"So 500 dukes? Not bad. Let's say twenty percent."

"What? A 100 dukes. I could have gone to the Blue Turtle and rented there for 2 dukes an hour."

"Ah yes but the Turtle doesn't have the same amenities or the same clientele. You'd be lucky to make 40 dukes in four hours and no 'Heaven' there. And besides it's such a low class joint. Has she had her shots?"

"No. Didn't seem worthwhile."

"Sad. She's such a looker. And how long has it been now?"

"Three weeks."

"Three weeks and how long on the Heaven?"

"Just today. Oh and a bit last night."

"She's beginning to run to fat a bit isn't she?"

"It's not fat so much as baby-making."

"A little Gregg, how nice. I guess you told her the possible side effects of taking drugs while she's pregnant?"

"Didn't know there were any. Anyway it's not mine so I don't have anything invested in it. She was knocked up by her hubby and besides she's too far under to know or even care. I don't even think she cares what happens to the kid."

"And the husband is terminal I hope?"

"Can't be sure but yeah, I hope too. Some strange things were happening out there though. All my guys except for Griff, either did a bunk or were picked off."

"Ah yes, Griff and where is delightful Mr. Griff?"

"Took the slut's daughter. He had some plans for her."

The man moved to the bed that Miranda was lying on and stroked her belly.

"And what about you ... What is your name?"

"M ... Ma ... Mi ... Mi ... Miranda." Miranda answered slowly as though she had almost forgotten.

"How do you feel about this little sprog?"

"Feel about it?" Miranda asked quizzically "Yes, feel me."

Miranda unfastened the mans pants and extracted his cock and began to suck it vigorously while her hands played with her slit. Once his cock was hard, she slotted him inside herself and began to bounce up and down bringing both him and herself to a delicious climax.

"Very nice Miranda." He said. "Now Gregg. Much as I'd like to stay, it's time to pay."

Gregg grudgingly handed over his money and the man fastened his pants and left.

"Time for you to rest Mom." Gregg said.

Miranda lay back on bed playing with herself until she fell asleep.

Gregg left her then and locked the door behind him. Ron now took the time to look around the room. There were a number of controls on the wall which Ron realized controlled the microphones in the room below. Others controlled cameras, which were placed in many places around the room below. He found display screens for each camera and found he could zoom them in and out. With them he was able to zoom right onto Miranda's peacefully sleeping face. 

With a bit more practice he found her still seeping pussy. It looked raw and swollen and her anus looked stretched and red. As he watched her hand move to her sex and begin to play with her clitoris. As she pulled the lips of her sex apart, Ron was astounded at the length of her clitoris, it stuck out far enough for her to hold it between finger and thumb and her labia protruded lewdly. He couldn't bare to watch as she began to masturbate herself, shoving two fingers into her pussy as she stroked her clitoris oblivious to degradation. 

He paced around the room looking at everything. He pressed the eject button on a battered videocassette recorder he found and was surprised when a cassette ejected. He pushed it back in, turned on the monitor and pressed play. The picture cleared and Ron realised that he was looking at the room below. Judging from the date stamp on it, the video was taken some months previous. The door opened and the man Ron had seen earlier entered with an emaciated girl of an indeterminate age.

"So Julia, you are looking for a job? What kind of job would that be?"

"Yes. I thought I could get a job as a waitress."

"Don't you think you're a bit young to work in a place like this?"

"I would work hard."

"Come here Julia." He ordered her.

She walked over innocently.

"Where are you from?"

"I just came in from the country three days ago."

The man pulled her to his knee.

"What are you doing?" She cried out.

The man ripped her dress off her shoulders as the girl shouted for him to stop but he soon had the girl totally stripped and lifting her onto the bed he rammed himself into her ruthlessly. For twenty minutes while the girl shouted out in pain, anger and fear he raped her until there was no fight left in her and she lay listlessly as he pounded in and out of her. After he had finished with her he dragged her behind the screen and lifting a hypodermic, he reversed her and stuck it in her bum. He held her kicking and screaming for just a couple of minutes until she quietened. 

He stroked her small breasts and Ron heard her moan. Then the man took his cock and thrust it into her childlike ass and the girl eagerly responded to his attack. He rode her to orgasm and then carried her out to the bed and lay her on it. Ron could see the man's semen spattered on her thighs. The man pressed a button and the door opened and a man came in.

"Here you are Julia. Your first customer." He said and then left the room. Julia smiled at the stranger, spread her legs welcomed his cock into her tight hole as the video developed snow and random colors. As the video cleared the room was empty again, but not for long. The door exploded open and Gregg and Griff entered the room dragging and pushing Miranda and Jennifer until they fell in a tangled heap onto the bed.

"Wow, what a ride." Said Griff. "So what now?"

"The guy that hired us wants to take a look at Mom here so we're just gonna duck behind this screen here for a little while. Griff lifted Jennifer up and carried her behind the screen with Gregg where he sat her unceremoniously on the gurney, lifted her dress up and began to stroke her naked pussy.

The door opened again and Miranda looked up as two men entered. The first man was an older man about fifty and the second man was about thirty years old.

"So we meet again."

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember your old Dad?"

"No, I don't recognize you at all."

"Oh well, no matter. If I've made a mistake it's a good one. Now pull your skirt up so I can see your pussy."

"Get away from me you pervert." Miranda shouted, backing away from the man who was pulling his pants down. Miranda backed up to the wall but the younger man circled around and cut off any escape. The old man grabbed at Miranda's dress and ripped the front so that her breasts sprang loose.

"Nice tits, Miranda. Did I tell you I had a 'daughter' called Miranda once, well technically I guess she wasn't a daughter more of a slave. Ran away. I hear you're preggers. Let me feel. Oh don't bother trying to escape, it's not possible. Ah yes I think you are.

"That's good Roland hold her there while I get my prick in. Ah, that's nice."

The old man with the assistance of Roland lay on Miranda and thrust vigorously into her slit, quickly expelling his seed into her. Roland then took his place and was soon copying the old man, while Miranda gritted her teeth as an unwelcome orgasm fluttered through her body.

"Well, well Miranda not so unwelcome after all. Now that I look at you closely I don't think you are my Miranda, but what the hell, it was worth it to fuck up that bartender's life."

Gregg came out from behind the screen while Griff remained, his head buried between Jennifer's thighs.

"So is this the one?"

"I can't tell for sure but she sure is a good fuck. Anyway I never liked that bastard son of a gun bartender. Too uppity for my taste. So what's in store for her?"

"I've got her booked all afternoon and tomorrow. She can't get pregnant so we might as well make the most of it."

Miranda sobbed quietly as her fate was callously decided in front of her. She tried uselessly to cover herself with her ripped clothes.

"Griff bring the kid out."

Griff reluctantly brought Jennifer out from behind the screen.

"Get her to suck her mother off. We'll give Raymond here a treat."

"It's Roland."

"Yeah, well it really doesn't matter."

Griff spread Miranda's legs apart and Jennifer slid expertly between and began to lick her mother's vulva. Griff pulled Jennifer's dress over her back so that her wrinkled slit was visible and began to finger it while Jennifer licked her mother.

"Where's the money?"

"Here you go. I should keep the bitch, she's better than my old bag."

"Forget it. The agreement was we got her minus 5% of one days earnings which is 10 dukes." Gregg snarled at him.




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 01



"Ok, ok just musing that's all."

Ron watched the old man's prick grow stiff as he watched Miranda kindled and then erupt into her climax.

"Well it's time for us to go. Miranda has work to do." Said Gregg and the four men and Jennifer left the room while Miranda screamed for them not to take her daughter.

As soon as they left the door opened and a tall man came in.

"Get on your knees, slut." He said and pulled Miranda to her knees.

"Please, please" whispered Miranda "Don't hurt me."

"That's for me to decide. You're just a whore, you don't have a say. Stick up your ass, I'm going to fuck you good girl."

And so started an afternoon when Miranda was forced to have sex with twenty different men. None of whom were particularly gallant. By the end of the afternoon her pussy bubbled a pinkish stream of semen; her nipples had been chewed raw and she had large welts on her face, neck and ass. Ron had to watch it all and as he watched his anger mounted.

Ron turned off the videotape and stashed the tape in one of his pockets. He was angry and stalked around the room for some minutes to cool off before opening the door and checking the corridor outside. It was empty. He walked down the hallway carefully listening at each door. On an impulse he opened a door quietly and looked in. A woman was bent over a leather bolster as a man plunged his cock into her butthole violently. 

Ron shut the door hurriedly and opened the next door. A totally naked girl was lying on the bed sobbing quietly. Ron entered the room silently and looked down at the girl. He recognized her as the girl raped and drugged in the videotape he had viewed. As he watched, her eyes opened and she gave a short cry and bounded to her feet.

"I didn't expect you. I didn't know you were coming. I'm sorry."

She kneeled in front of him and fumbled with his fly.

"Wait." Ron said. "Sit on the bed."

The girl complied quickly.

"Do you want to fuck my ass? Will you be giving me an injection?"

Ron examined the girl. She had put on some weight since her arrival at the brothel, her breasts were bigger and her vulva had been shaved. Her belly was not as flat as it had been when she was introduced to her new job.

"How long have you been working here?" He asked.

"Seven months."

"Are you on something?"

"No, not right now, only sometimes."

"What do you know about Heaven."

"It makes you feel good."

"How long does it last?"

"Depends on how you take it. If you get one shot a day it lasts for about a day. But you have to be careful. If you get more than three a day, it begins to affect your mind. You want to fuck all the time. You can't really sleep, you just want to have orgasms. I've seen some women who were given three or four shots a day for a week. They're high for months. They lose weight cause they don't eat they just fuck or masturbate. If you don't force feed them they'll die. They'd rather fuck than eat."

"Are you pregnant?"

"I think so. I haven't bled for four months. But maybe that's something they give me."

"Does Heaven have an effect on unborn babies."

"One of the girls told me it can have an effect on them. Like they could be damaged. Another told me they are sex mad when they're born. That's all I know. Could just be talk though."

"What do your parents think about you working here."

Julie started to cry.

"They don't know. I just wanted a job. Who are you anyway? Why are you asking all these questions? You're not a customer are you?"

"No. But, I understand what has happened to you. My wife and daughter have been kidnapped."

"That's awful, I was sort of kidnapped too. Take me with you when you go. I don't want to be here."

"I would have trouble getting you out. I can't be looking after whores, I have a job to do."

"Please. I'd be really good."

She crawled to him and began nuzzling his crotch with her head.

"I could disguise myself."

"What as? A naked whore? Not much of a disguise if you ask me."

She began to sob, which made Ron think about his daughter Jennifer and he already felt bad for the girl. He put his arm on her shoulder and despite his present predicament found himself aroused by her touch. Watching his wife make out with other men had angered him but also stirred his loins. He felt his cock hardening under her touch. He felt guilty as his hand reached down and fondled her breasts. Playing with her nipples until they were rock hard under his tutoring. Julie fumbled his pants open and released his rampant cock with an startled gasp.

"It's so big." She blubbered as she delicately placed her mouth over it. Ron was lost in lust as her tongue flickered over his cock. Watching his wife perform on video and live had stirred his juices more than he would care to admit. His fingers strayed to her quickening sex. Already the lips were parted and her slippery juices trickled between her thighs and he had no trouble locating her abnormal large clitoris. Clear evidence of her exposure to sex drugs. One effect of persistent use of the drugs was an accentuation of a woman's primary and secondary sexual apparatus.

Miranda was starting to stir below as the door opened and Gregg entered. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and stroked her vulva until Miranda eagerly stretched her legs apart and pulled him down onto her, greedily receiving his rigid cock into her pussy and murmuring erotically as he rode her spiritedly to a speedy climax. 

"Very good Mom. Now wasn't that better than your husband could do for you. You do remember your husband don't you?"

"Yes, my husband's name is Ron. I want to fuck him. Can I fuck him? Where is he?"

Miranda's hands moved to her sex and began teasing it mercilessly.

"No, your husband is dead Miranda. He's fucking angels now. Was he good fucker?"

For a moment Miranda's eyes focused and a puzzled look inhabited them.

"Where is he? Dead? No he's not dead he's going to help me."

"No he can't help you. But now it's time for us to go home. We can fuck again. You like that don't you." Gregg said as he fingered her dribbling slit.

"No ... Yes. Please, oh please fuck me again."

"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes I want you to fuck me please."

"Tell me that I fuck better than husband."

"Yes, Gregg you fuck me so well."

"No, tell me that I fuck you better than your husband."

"Yes, yes you fuck me better than my husband. He's not going to come and save me is he? He let you take me. Let you take Jennifer. Where is Jenny? Oh Ron, why didn't you help me?"

"OK lover. Let's go." He said and they left the room.

Ron quickly exited the observation room and watched them leave the bar. He hurried down the stairs and got out of the front door just as Gregg was kicking his bike to life. Running to his own bike he roared out of the parking lot, just in time to see Gregg disappear to the left around a corner. Luckily for Ron, Gregg was too absorbed in his riding and didn't notice Ron's bike tailing him. They rode for twenty minutes before Gregg pulled up in front of a brownstone apartment block and with Miranda in tow, went inside. Ron watched the windows for a light to come on, but they all remained dark.

He went to the front door and was surprised to find it unlocked. The entrance way was covered in graffiti and smelled of stale urine and other noxious odors. Around the floor, condoms and needles were scattered. Ron cautiously stepped through the debris and started to ascend the stairs. There were four apartments on each floor. Ron listened carefully at the first and hearing nothing proceeded to the second door. He could hear the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings that could only suggest the intimate conjunction of bodies. Ron tested the door handle, and finding it unlocked, slowly opened the door. The room within was tiny, with little more than a bed situated in the centre. A large man was eagerly plunging his cock into the stretched pussy of what Ron guessed to be a much younger woman. He backed out of the room slowly." "Although shocked at what he had witnessed, Ron was beginning to become hardened to brutality in the outside world. He quickly listened at the other doors, and finding both quiet continued upstairs. 

At each floor he was disappointed until he reached the sixth floor where he heard Gregg's voice. Listening at each door he was able to determine the apartment where Miranda was being held captive. The door was slightly ajar and Ron fixed his eye to the crack. Miranda was standing next to Gregg as he peeled her panties down and kissed and licked her ass. Her hips gyrated as he progressed downward and his tongue flicked within the crack searching out the dark ring of muscle. Her panties fell to the ground as Gregg pulled her backside toward his face and began to lick her anal hole noisily. Miranda's hands played continuously with her sex, parting and closing the pouting lips over her sensitive clitoris. Gregg lowered her onto his rampant cock sliding it easily into her ass and Miranda bounced up and down contentedly on his stiff invader. In less than a minute she gurgled wantonly as her climax spread through her loins. Gregg grunted as he filled her with his sperm. He pushed her off him.

"I'm going out now. I need to find some food and you need to get some rest, you've a busy day tomorrow."

"You promised you would bring Jennifer to me."

"Listen slut. I told you before, Jennifer's gone. Soon she won't care who you are, only where her next cock comes from."

"You promised." Miranda shrieked as she kneeled on the floor holding his legs.

"Yeah well, Griff was right. She would just have been a pain. What do I want with a young virgin hanging onto her mothers dress. By now she'll be fucking up a storm. She'll be a real woman."

"Gregg, you must get her back for me."

Gregg pulled her to a feet and began to stroke her pussy. Miranda's eyes went blank and her she gasped short breaths.

"How do you like that?"

"I like it." 

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I want it. I need it."

"So if you want to keep getting it you had better forget about your brat."

"Please Greg, I'll be really good if you get her back. Please. I'll do anything"

"You'll be really good anyway or I'll sell you to some pimp who makes you walk the streets."

Gregg pushed her onto the bed and reached for his jacket. Ron quickly ran up the stairs and hid behind the banister and watched Gregg leave.

After he had banged downstairs, Ron went back to the door and turned the handle. It was locked.

He knocked quietly on the door.

Miranda's voice rose and she asked.

"Who is it?"

"It's Ron. I've come to get you."

"Go away. Ron's dead."

"Miranda it's really me. Let me in."

"Ron's dead. If he had been alive he would have rescued Jennifer. He would have rescued me."

Ron heard her sobbing.

"Let me in Miranda and we can go rescue her together."

"You just want me to open the door and then you'll fuck me just like all the others, you pervert."

"Miranda remember when Jennifer climbed the old apple tree and the branch she was sitting on broke. Remember the scar on her leg.?"

Her voice cracked.

"The old apple tree? You know about that? How do you know that? Who told you?" She asked suspiciously.

"And when Jennifer was born. Remember that first night we made love again, with Jennifer in the crib beside us."

"Ron, Ron is it you really? No, no don't torture me like that." Her voice broke and she wittered irrationally.

"No, he's not Ron. But what if he is. You must check. No he's going to hurt us. Jenny, where are you? One little peek?"

The lock rattled and the door opened a crack. Ron could see how far Miranda had fallen. Her hair was matted and she was wearing a dirty white housecoat that opened at the neck to reveal her still attractive breasts. The one thing about the sex drugs is that they tightened a women's body better than surgery. She stared at him balefully.

"You didn't come for me. You didn't rescue me. I was so scared and you didn't come. They did awful things to me. They took Jennifer away. Gregg promised. You can't come in or Gregg will be bad to me again."

"I couldn't rescue you Miranda. They would have murdered me and you would still be here but there would be no-one to rescue you and Jennifer. But now I'm here. I want you to be safe again."

"Where is Jenny?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you would know."

"She's with Griff. He has a big cock. He made me ... He likes my asshole. Gregg always fucks me in the ass. Every day. He says I need it." She struggled for words as tears leaked from her eyes.

"He made me ... they made me ... you never came." Her voice began to break.

"It's alright Miranda I know. I'm here now."

She opened the door and stepped back as he entered.

"You must ... " Again she choked. "You must hate me." She blurted.

"I don't hate you Miranda. I love you and Jennifer and our new baby."

Miranda stared at him strangely.

"Baby?"

"Yes, our baby."

"No, there's no new baby!"

"What happened to it."

"There's no new baby." Miranda stated emphatically, then unconsciously opened her housecoat to reveal a firm rounded belly and began to stroke her shaved vulva, squeezing and pulling the labia until they projected voluptuously. She looked at him almost bashfully.

"Do you want to fuck me now? Gregg used to call this my mouse pie but now he's shaved off all its hair and now he calls it my bare hare or sometimes my pole hole. He likes to fuck me you know. Will he come back and fuck me do you think?"

Her voice had raised in pitch like a schoolgirl who wanted her daddy to buy her a pony. Ron walked toward her and she gracefully reclined backward and parted her legs. As her hips rose he could see the ravages of a month of continual and ugly ravishment. Her vulva was an unhealthy colors of purple and red and he could see scrapes and abrasions on the perineum as though it had been indecently stretched and abused. He reached down and stroked her projecting belly gently. Miranda tensed and her eyes glazed over.

"Don't touch my belly. I know I'm getting a little fat but my pussy aches. I'll go on a diet. I'll be thin soon. My Jennifer is gone. I saw her go. Take your pants off so I can suck you. Please don't tell. You can fuck my ass if you don't tell Gregg you were here. Don't let him know. Where's Griff? I don't like him touching Jennifer like that. He shouldn't put his finger in her. They promised they wouldn't. He shouldn't fuck her. She's just a baby. I had a baby once, but its gone now. Shhh... I think I hear him coming."

Miranda was rocking back and forth and rubbing her clitoris insistently until with a gasp she climaxed.

"Miranda, we've got to get out before Gregg comes back. Where are your clothes?"

"No clothes. Gregg doesn't like them. Bare as buck when you need to fuck."

Ron looked around and found a pair of Gregg's briefs, a dirty but serviceable dress and a pair of shoes which he dressed Miranda in. Then he pulled her out of the room. The door slammed downstairs and looking over the balcony, Ron could see Gregg riffling through the mail in the mailbox. Ron pulled her to the fire stairs and pulling the door open with a creak, pushed her down the stairs. At the bottom he opened the door carefully and found that it opened onto the alley where he had parked his bike. He jumped on his bike.

"Get on the back and hang on Miranda." He instructed her as her kicked the bike to life and roared off.

Ron's lodgings were located just inside the edge of town. The room was small but clean. He stuck Miranda in the bath where she stayed quite happily for the next hour. Even after an hour, Ron had to wash her hair. Her grasp on basic hygiene seemed to have vanished under her ill-treatment or influence of the drugs that Gregg had been giving her. However, when she finally got out of the bath she seemed a little more rational.

Sitting on the bed Miranda stared at Ron, her expression a mixture of pain and happiness. At last she spoke.

"It seems incredible. This must be a dream. This is what I always dream of. You, here and me." She said and then paused.

"They told me you were dead."

"I'm not that easy to kill."

"At first I was scared for you. Then I was mad with you. I wondered why you didn't rescue us. You had always rescued me before and I was sure you would again. They told me you were dead but I didn't feel like you were dead and they had been disappearing. They were getting scared, I could tell. Then I realized that it was foolish of me to expect you to take on all those guys on your own. Then I thought you must really be dead. I didn't tell them where you were. They were frightening. They ..." She burst out crying.

"They did things ... they made me do things ... bad things ... shocking things. Do you want me to do those things?"

She seemed to slip in and out of lucidity.

"I know. But I couldn't get to you. If I could have saved you I would, but there were too many of them. If they had stayed for another couple of days, one day even, I might have been able to save you from some of it. I killed three of them. Only Gregg and Griff escaped. I tracked them for days until I got to Gorton. It took me weeks before I tracked down where they were keeping you."

"It was terrible. Gregg took me on his bike and Griff took Jennifer on his bike. Griff was the most horrible. That first night we stopped in a small copse of trees. They stripped me naked and then tied me spreadeagled between two trees and beat me with thin springy branches until I was willing to do anything to get them to stop. They whipped my bottom until it was red raw and then my back until it ached. But the next was worse. They thrashed my breasts until my burning throbbing nipples were so swollen that they stuck out like the tip of my finger. Even at this point I would have consented to anything, but they were not yet done torturing me."

"Miranda you do not have to tell me these things."

"I must. I must explain, I must show you what kind of repulsive whore you have rescued. I am not the woman you married. I am a soiled, corrupt and perverted whore. My pussy itches for cock. I would betray you in an instant if someone invited me to fuck. See I even use words I wouldn't even have used just weeks ago. But I must go on.

"After they had beaten my tits, I begged them to stop but then they started to hit me across the belly and thighs. At first they restricted their blows to an area just above my pubic hair, but little by little the smacks descended until they were crisscrossing the bulge of my pubis. While they had their way with me at the house I had made an agreement with Gregg that he could fuck me if they left Jennifer alone. I was surprised, but Gregg agreed. I didn't want to be unfaithful but I had to defend Jennifer if I could. And, it worked. Even though Griff really wanted to fuck Jennifer, Gregg wouldn't let him. Even when they made me do the most awful things at the house I protected my sanity in the knowledge that I was saving Jennifer. When they carried us off, I begged them not to take her that I would do whatever they wanted if they left her. But they said that she was coming along to ensure my obedience.

Now, while they were beating me and as the pain became intolerable, Gregg told me that they would stop if I let them fuck Jenny, to set aside our agreement. I refused ... I refused."

Here Miranda burst into tears as the memory flooded back.

... Miranda's arms and legs were tied between two trees. Tears poured down her cheeks as Gregg swept his switch across her flushed vulva. Already the stripes were beginning to shade toward a deep purple.

"So Mom are you ready to tear up our agreement?"

Miranda grunted as another swat landed across her most tender of parts.




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 02



3. On the Road Again

They left Gorton two days later. With the breakdown in society, the country had split into little city states. Bands of illegals roamed the highways, robbing and looting unwary travellers. The city states hired people to police their roads, but they were often only a small step up or sometimes down, from the criminals. Come to think of it maybe they had always been that way. Ron drove for a day before they were stopped by their first police patrol. The women had started to display symptoms of their addiction to Heaven. Their cravings came and went but at their peak they lost all sense of personality and became mindless willing zombies. As the day wore on these episodes decreased but still were difficult for Ron to deal with while he drove.

The police vehicle stopped them at dusk. Two large uniformed men walked to the car and asked them all to step out of it.

"Where you going'" The large black man said.

"We're on our way to Bingsville" Ron answered.

"Bingsville? And what's in Bingsville for people like you." He responded provocatively as his eyes ran up and down the scantily clad women.

"We heard it was a safe town to live."

"Yeah and we like to keep it that way. Been some problems with smugglers so we have to search you all for contraband. We'll take the redhead first. Now don't do nothin' stupid and we'll be back in a jiffy."

The men led Miranda away into a thicket. When they returned fifteen minutes later they led Julie away. When they disappeared, Miranda put her arms round Ron's neck and whispered.

"Fuck me Ron. Make me forget what I've become."

She raised her skirt. Her vulva was slippery with semen as Ron slipped into her.

When the men returned they smiled at Ron.

"Everything seems in order, you can proceed." The smaller man said with a wink at Julie.

They got back into the car and drove on. Not speaking for some time. They stopped near a small stream that ran along the road.

"Time to get out ladies."

"Why are we stopping." Said Julie nervously.

"I need to check you."

Ron pulled a small wand out of the glove compartment.

"What is that?"

"Bug detector. I got it in Gorton. The guy who sold me the car told me they sometimes tag people so they can find them later. Or so someone can find them later. First you Julie."

He ran the wand down her back slowly, then down each arm. As he ran it down her front the wand began to beep as he reached her waist.

"Lift your dress Julie so I can test it." The wand remained silent. "Hold your dress up."

He ran the wand across her stomach until he reached the top of her pubic hair and then the beep started again. Ron parted the hair and observed the small red swelling. He felt it with his finger and could feel an embedded lump. He placed the end of the wand against her swelling and pressed a button. Julie flinched as the device drew a 0.2 centimeter sphere from her body.

"Hold this Julie while I check Miranda. On Miranda he found they had embedded the sphere in her ass. He took both spheres and taped them to a piece of driftwood and placed the wood into the stream. This way if they tracked the spheres they would still appear to be moving. However, Ron decided whatever they did they would certainly not be staying in Bingsville.

They drove past Bingsville and stopped in the next town Tailspin. Ron located a hotel near the town boundary but off the main road on a quiet street. They checked in and found their room located on the second floor. The room was typical of small hotels, the room smelled a little raunchy, as though it was used less for sleeping and more for dalliances. But, at least it had a bath and shower. Miranda and Julia stayed in the bath for almost an hour. Ron decided that the women should stay inside while he went out and found some food.

When he returned some time later, Julie and Miranda were asleep, laying head to tail on the bed, faces buried in each other's pussies. They didn't stir until Ron started to cook on the small stove in the room.

After they had eaten the two naked women took Ron to bed and wouldn't let him up until he had fucked them both. As they lay together in post-coital lethargy Miranda said.

"Tell us about the before times Ron. Tell us one of those stories your grandfather told you. About how it used to be. Tell us the story of Serena your great-grandma. I always liked that story."

Both women snuggled close to him as he started., their newly sprouting pubic hair scratching against his hips.

"My great-grandfather lived almost ninety years ago. Before the diseases, before the wars, when the world was more orderly. Cities weren't ruled by lords but by people who were chosen to look after city affairs. There was law and order. People could not be sold or bought. However, the world had problems. People communicated by something called the net but people were not happy. They were unsatisfied with their lives and even what they looked like. Women had bags of water inserted into their breasts to make them bigger so that men would like them. Men tried to get longer cocks because they thought women would like them more. Nobody was satisfied with how they looked, how they performed in bed. People thought everybody else was having more or better sex than they were. The drug companies tried to find ways to convince people they were missing out so they invented drugs to make people more turned on and sexy. 

Although many people, even in the more enlightened countries, thought sex was something that needed to be regulated they were fascinated by it. At first they made drugs from natural products designed to make men bigger and women bigger, drugs to make people last longer and be more seductive. But these drugs weren't very successful. Great-Grandad, we called him Gramps was married to Serena. In those days people were very possessive of their wives or husbands but many of them wanted to experience other people too. This story is what Gramps told me happened to Serena. She was really beautiful and men were always trying to get her to be unfaithful to him, but she loved Gramps and rejected all their inducements. She got a job working in factory as a shipping manager. I think that was a really good job because she must have lived near an ocean where the ships are. At first she seemed happy in her new job but after about a year, she began come home and have long showers and seemed confused a lot of the time. Gramps tried to find out what was up but she said she was just tired. He noticed however, when they made love that her pussy seemed loose, her labia more protruding. Also he noticed that her asshole often seemed sore and aggravated. She herself was also more indulgent and responsive to his lovemaking suggestions. He thought she was cheating on him, that's when a woman fucks someone else, so one afternoon when she had told him she had to stay late, he slipped into the factory just before closing and hid in a unlocked storage space near to Serena's office. At quitting time Serena's routine was to get her coat and then lock the front doors as she left the office. 

When quitting time came, Serena left her office and locked the door. Gramps was surprised at the number of men still working. A group of about twenty of them were on the shop floor milling about aimlessly. But was even more surprised at what happened next. As Serena walked by them, a tall dark-haired man caught her arm and pulled her against a rack of shelves and ran his hands over her breasts and then across her belly to the junction of her thighs pushing her skirt up until it molded to her pubic mound.

"Please, I don't want to do this." She pleaded.

"Oh, Serena, it's far too late for pious innocence now." He said." After all, I've seen you naked, watched you masturbate, watched you suck cock and then fuck until your bum raises up eagerly and you moan passionately as you orgasm and a co-worker squirts his potent seed deep inside your womb. But tonight it's time for you be shared with the world."

He pulled her by the hand and led her up seven steps onto a steel warehouse platform situated 6 feet above the floor where she was totally visible to all the men watching. They stood together at the top and the man turned to Serena and said quietly.

"Have you done what I told you to do at lunch time."

She nodded.

"You better show me."

Serena reached under her sweater and unfastened a couple of buttons on her blouse and then pulled the neck of her sweater down a little. The man leaned over and hooked his finger over the neck of her sweater, pulled it out and looked inside. What no-one else was able to see was the pale curves of her breasts free of restraint from the pretty light blue brassiere she had arrived to work wearing that morning. Her nipples stiffened instinctively to exposure to his gaze and the breeze that blew in.

"And the knickers?"

She nodded again.

He turned to the crowd who were now watching avidly, many of them fingering their stiffening cocks through their pants.

"Gentlemen, many of you have been wondering about the project that your co-worker Serena and I have been working on in our lunch times and after work for the last months. Some of you have heard her soft cries when I fondled her and filled her with my love and less tender cries when I needed to discipline and prepare her, to influence and master her, to command and enslave her to my will. Today you and I are going to experience the rewards of my success."

The man turned to Serena and said quietly.

"Remove your sweater and drop it into the crowd."

Serena hesitated.

"Or would you like to be taught obedience again?"

He said in a lowered voice.

Serena paled and took hold of her sweater and raised it over her head and dropped it into the crowd.

"Pull on the bottom of your blouse so they can see your nipples show through."

Serena pulled her blouse down, tightening the fabric against her breasts so her nipples dimpled the fabric.

"Now lift one boob out and let them see it."

Serena complied, to the cheers and calls of the men.

Bob moved behind her and lifted the other breast out and held both breasts by their nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb as he talked to the observers.

"It took over a year before I even got to see and touch what you all now see. No amount of coaxing, sweet-talking or bullying could subvert her fidelity. Every ploy failed until I discovered phenethylamines."

As he talked he grasped Serena's tits and slid his hands along them from chest to nipple.

"Over the period of my labour of love, I was scrupulously kind, conscientious and easygoing. She had no idea of my plans for her, no inkling of my obsession to plunder her innocence. For months I cultivated her confidence, had friendly conversations with her, encouraged her to be less reserved. At last she gradually began to reveal things, little things, personal things, she would have previously hidden. 

I discovered she got a sore neck during the day and so I learned how to do neck massages and convinced her to let me help her. Soon I began to give her neck massages each lunch hour. But she rejected any greater intimacy. Then, I discovered the magic of phenethylamines. One day I mixed a little ecstasy and oxytocin with the coffee I gave her about an hour before lunch. 

From the moment I started to give her the usual massage I noticed a difference. Serena was more sensitive, more suggestible and more bubbly. She seemed more emotional, candid and very consenting to my efforts. When I was finished she gave me hug and told me how fantastic the massage had been. She even gave me an impulsive kiss and then blushed attractively. I was tempted to go further but didn't want to spoil my progress."

Throughout his dialogue he had continued to toy with her breasts and her nipples now extended stiffly. He unfastened the rest of the buttons on her blouse and pulled it back off her shoulders. He whispered in her ear.

"Throw it into the crowd."

She turned to him and whispered back.

"Please Gord, please don't make me do this. I promise to be good. I'll be very good."

"Do it!" He hissed.

She obeyed hurriedly, recalling what had happened to her before when she defied him. A tussle occurred in the crowd as men grabbed for the garment. The successful man held it to his nose and delighted in her female scent. Serena now looked totally helpless standing on her stage, naked from the waist up while Gord continued making an example of her.

"Now I want you to lift up your skirt and hold it up. Slowly now, that's good."

The crowd went wild. Arms reached up to touch her, but she was too high for them to touch more than a foot or calf. Gord pulled her back a bit.

"Legs apart Serena." He said. "You know the rules."

His hands stroked up the inside of her thighs and cupped her vulva. The labia were tumescent and with only moderate assistance from Gord's fingers spread apart glistening with slippery discharge, evidence of the effectiveness of his mammary stimulation. A raucous cheer arose when he parted her labia and revealed the soft pink interior topped with the bulging pimple of her clitoris and the possibilities of her wet vagina. Gord began to stroke along her slit as his story resumed.

"But where was I? Oh yes, phenethylamines. The second day, a Tuesday as I remember, I again spiked her coffee some time before lunch. When I entered her office she told me how good the massage had been the day before and how much she had looked forward to me giving her another. I started the massage and she seemed really relaxed so I told her I could do a better job if I could reach the muscles further down her back. But in order to do that she would need to loosen her blouse a bit by undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse, which surprisingly she agreed to do. She seemed to have developed a total or near-total absence of anxiety or danger. 

"I massaged a bit longer before reaching around and unfastening another button, a familiarity she previously repulsed. I complimented her on the softness of her skin and asked her if she liked what I was doing. She told me that she had never had such a good massage, that the touch of my fingers seemed to warm her all over. With her blouse unbuttoned as it was I could see her pink bra and the tops of her breasts. I could see that her nipples were stiff and dimpling her bra and realized I was raising profound feelings of intimacy in her. 

"Every so often I would pull back on her blouse so it pressed against them. When I did this she would make little sounds in her throat. I reached down the back of her blouse further and she to my surprise helpfully unfastened another button to assist my advance. I was now able to push her blouse down over her shoulders and gain better access to her back. I took a chance and slid my hands under the strap of her bra, but I didn't go further. 

"When I had finished I gave her a hug and a kiss which started off on her cheek but finished on her lips. When I left her she seemed dazed, her blouse still unbuttoned and her bra visible through the gap.

"Day three was something of a flowering of our relationship, because this was the day she allowed me to unsnap her bra and she herself unfastened all the buttons on her blouse. By the end of the first week, only five days after my discovery, I was massaging her shoulders down to the tops of her breasts and she now allowed me to work her belly. 

"In her office there is a long table against one wall and by the end of the second week I had brought in protective mats, which I laid on the table and had convinced her that my massages would be better if she lay on the table. Things now progressed more rapidly. She now removed her blouse completely though she still wore her bra. I was allowed to remove the straps from her shoulders and by the end of week three she was letting me massage her stomach while she lay face up covered only with a towel which she permitted me to slide upwards to reach the base of her tits. She kept her eyes closed so sometimes I could shift the towel far enough to see her hard nipples. 

"From this point it was a simple step to convince her to let me massage the backs and front of her legs. After a month of these ever more intimate massages I decided it was time for her to finally yield to my cock. Just five weeks after we started these intense sessions I added a mild sedative to the drugs I was already giving her. I came to her office an hour before lunch. 

"If you remember, I told everyone we were discussing shop floor improvements. She seemed quite dreamy when I came into her office and I quickly locked the door. I told her to remove her blouse and bra and lay face down on the table. In her dreamlike state she accepted my direction and didn't even seem to realize that she had completely exposed her tits to me. Perhaps in her state of intoxication she wanted to do this."

At this point he paused in his speech as Serena who had grasped the rail in front of her began to breath more quickly as Gord pressed his fingers more firmly against her clitoris and rubbed more vigorously and she orgasmed to the vast delight of the crowd. After she recovered some of her dignity he resumed his manipulation and continued his story.

"She lay face down on the table and I unzipped her skirt and instructed her to lift her hips. As she did this I pulled her skirt and panties out from under her. Her panties were a very conservative granny type which went up over her hips. But now her ass was for the first time exposed to my sight."

At this point he turned Serena's back to the crowd and made her open her stance and bend at the waist.

"This ass, that you are now seeing."

He turned her again and resumed his masturbation of her.

"I started on her calves and slowly massaged up her legs. I separated her thighs so I could see her pussy, which, I must apologize, is quite hairy and hides her cunt somewhat. But I think we will be able to change that a little, later on. Though we must be careful not to be too exuberant or her husband will find out and we may lose our toy. Slowly I moved higher until at last I was stroking her pussy which she didn't resist and spread her legs further apart. When I separated her pussy lips I found her to be extremely wet. She had obviously been quite turned on by my massage, so now I got her to turn onto her back and kissed her hotly. 

"I had found during the previous weeks that she really developed a passion for being hugged, which led to kisses. At first she had only accepted kisses on the cheek or forehead but by this time she had become accustomed to me kissing her on the lips and associated hugging with these, what she called "buddy kisses", until at long last, the buddy kisses evolved to allow the use of tongues and her bra was usually unfastened and rode up while we kissed pressing her naked tits against my chest . 

"On the day I scored the home run we kissed and hugged for what seemed like forever, her tongue darted excitedly in and out of my mouth like a fluttering bird as my fingers sought out her clitoris which she tolerated lustfully and permitted me to masturbate it deftly. She didn't seem to be able to resist my advances. I played her like a fine violin, starting with a slow andante before changing to a brisk accelerando and then bringing her to the thrilling climax with an allegretto during which, she finally arched her back and delivered the finale I had patiently trained her for. 

"She moaned and quietly cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. Her hips rose forcefully, rocking her pussy against my fingers so that my fingers slipped inside her slippery hole. After the pleasure of her orgasm diminished I knew I had her where I wanted her. I released her, removed my clothes and climbed onto her. When I told her to put my cock inside herself, I expected resistance, but to my wildest joy she reached down and eagerly inserted it into her tingling pussy and heaved up her hips to bury it completely. 




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 02



"I was in heaven as my cock slid in and out of her tight hot snatch. She mumbled approval of my skill while responding to my cock and praising its length and girth. I pushed her thighs back to her chest and worked her tirelessly until she again shivered with earnest passion, her hips jerking wildly, her cunt walls trembling on my cock. For me it was too much and I filled her faithless pussy with my sperm, wondering whether she used the pill or whether at that moment I was fertilizing an unsuspecting egg. Afterward we lay together for half an hour or more. 

"She seemed in a stupor as my hands explored every part of her and we kissed amorously. As she roused from her dreaminess she seemed to recognize her predicament, pulled back violently and asked what had happened, what I had done to her. I took her hand and touched it to the stickiness between her thighs at which point she let out a sharp cry but I shushed her. Telling her she wouldn't want people coming to find out what's wrong given her state of undress. And then, even though she put up a spirited defense of her virtue she acquiesced readily when presented with the digital evidence of her indecency and I enthusiastically filled her stronghold again. And so we arrive at today."

Gord had maintained his titillation of her clitoris throughout his dialogue and now he proceeded to manipulate her more demandingly until she gave a small cry as she climaxed again.

"But enough of my story, tonight is your night. But first I need a volunteer. This volunteer will have the job of keeping Serena primed for action. This person, using whatever skills and props they command, will keep up her enthusiasm. An important aspect of this will be oral stimulation. However, I must warn you that Serena has already been fucked twice today and therefore there might be some residual traces of my semen in her pussy and on her pussy hairs. So if you have any squeamishness about this you must exempt yourself from the draw. So please put your names in the hat. Now hand them to me. 

"Now Serena will choose the lucky man. That's right hand it here. The winner is Dan. Well done Dan. Your first task is to find two stools, a bowl of water, soap and a razor."

Dan a large man with a large potbelly ran around the shop floor until he had acquired the items.

"Up here Dan. Put the stool here. And you Serena sit on the stool and give Dan a nice kiss. Now spread your legs wide. Now Barber Dan you need to trim the hair from Serena's pussy lips. We just want to get her so her pussy lips are bare."

Dan wet Serena's pussy hair and soaped her up. He drew the disposable razor carefully over the bulge of the left side of her vulva leaving a strip of darker brown skin where previously there had been red hair. Gord kissed Serena and toyed with her breasts while Dan shaved off the hairs from her lower vulva and then got her to bend over the stool so Dan could gain access to the areas at the back, including the hairs in the cleft of her bum. When Dan was done, the area around Serena's slit was smooth and hairless. Gord couldn't resist running his fingers over the smooth spongy projection of her external labia and stimulate them until they became engorged and protrusive. Gord helped Serena to her feet.

"And now to the auction. Today we are auctioning off Serena's pussy to the 10 highest bidders. Highest bid will go first. Only ten bids will be accepted, we haven't got all night unfortunately. So who's going to start us off?"

"20", shouted a man near the front.

"25"

"35"

The bidding moved quickly.

"50"

"55"

The door at the back of the warehouse banged and a voice said.

"250"

There was silence in the warehouse as the man walked through the crowd. Gord smiled.

"I think the high bid of the night is $250 to our owner and operator, Mr. Samson Guilian III. Come on up."

Mr. Guilian climbed the stairs and smiled lasciviously at Serena.

"So, Serena after all this time someone finally found the key to removing your panties. Well from now on there will be no more of your cockteasing. No more accidental touches when I want to feel you up. From now on you will be in my office every morning lying on my desk accepting my cock and my sperm in your pussy. But that's for later. Now's the time for action."

He pulled Serena to her and kissed her violently as he lowered his pants.

"Get down here and suck me Serena."

Serena, a dazed look on her face kneeled down and took his cock in her mouth. After a few minutes of that, he pulled her to her feet, turned her away from himself and pushed his cock into her, shafting her rapidly. It was obvious he was not aiming for longevity but for ownership. Within five minutes he shot his load into her.

After this energetic start, the other nine participants were quickly found and Serena was systematically, penetrated, filled up, cleaned and re-primed by Dan. After each lover, Dan brought her to climax using all his whiles. He was especially pleased when he found she reacted uncontrollably to his tongue on and in her asshole. Finally, the last paramour pulled out of her and Serena lay exhausted on the mattress, her pussy running white from the come she had received. Each man paraded past her and inserted two fingers into her and diddled her mercilessly. By now the drugs were beginning to wear off and her eyes began to fill with tears.

Gord and Dan finally helped her dress and assisted her to her car.

On the way home every time the car bounced over a pothole she was reminded of her humiliation as semen spurted from her tender vagina, soaking her panties and the seat of the car. By the time she arrived home there was a large damp patch where she had sat and the car had the pungent salty redolence of sexual promiscuity. Within minutes she was in the bath. It was some minutes before she wondered where grandfather was.

Serena tried to tell herself it would never happen again, but she couldn't bring herself to tell grandfather. Gord became more bold and occasionally arrived at her house unannounced. If grandfather was out he would bend her over the arm of a couch, pull up her dress, pull down her panties and fuck her until he came in her. Then he would make her lick off his cock. If he had time he would then take her to the bedroom and once he had recovered he would use her anus as well. grandfather finally got a new job and they moved to a different town. For a while everything was alright until one weekend when grandfather was going to a job out of town for two days and would have to stay overnight. They must have known because Gord and about fifteen other men arrived. 

For the next two days my grandmother became their toy. But in order to make her more cooperative Gord had found a new drug, Harmony, the forerunner of Slick. They had her in every way they could imagine. She was so drugged up they didn't stop even to feed her. They took pictures and movies of her begging them to fuck her. Cock after wet glistening cock found it's way into her each one injecting her with its seed. When grandfather returned she was lying on the bed which was covered in semen. Serena was still eager to be penetrated. However, they had picked the wrong person to mess with. In the next month ten of the participants had been castrated and the rest were running scared or plain just running. 

They found Gord a month later in the woods. His cock had been severed and was used to choke him. Mr Guilian was lucky he hadn't been able to make the party. But grandfather made him pay a lot of cash to preserve his balls. After a few months Serena seemed to have recovered her normal modest demeanor and except for her obvious pregnancy resumed her life. When the baby was born they never did a paternity test to see who the father had been because grandfather did not consider her responsible for her creation and the child did not deserve to be punished for her birth. As the girl grew up it was obvious she was going to be a really beautiful woman just like Serena. The girl was my mother. 

But Serena never completely recovered from her experiences. The humiliation and drugs and conditioning had done something to her subconscious mind that could not be wholly eradicated. In a way it was a warning as to what Slick would become but, presented with certain verbal or physical cues grandma could slip into a mind state that responded unwittingly to sexual suggestion. During her enforced service to the men at the plant Gord had planted unwittingly placed words into her sub-conscious that could forever send her into a highly suggestible state.

One day when Alexis, my mother was about five, the newspaper boy came to collect. He said something to her that she didn't quite hear and asked him to repeat it. He said.

"Do you want to get it? Meaning did she want to get the weekend edition."

Her face blanked as she heard the phrase that Gord had always used when he wanted to have sex with her. When he said this she was supposed to act sexy and get him or anyone around when he said it excited.

"Yes. Where would you want to do it?"

The boy looked puzzled.

"Well right here. It's a daily service."

She took his hand.

"Then you better come inside."

She closed the door and led him into the living room and they sat on the couch. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart. The boy a little shocked tried to rise. Serena looked nervous.

"Don't you like me?"

"No Mrs ... uh ... I like you. You're really nice."

"Am I pretty?"

"Oh yes, ma'am You're beautiful."

She smiled at him and slowly slipped her blouse off her shoulders and turned he back to him.

"Unhook my bra."

The boy tremulously fumbled with the catch which finally sprang apart she shrugged her bra off and turned to face him. The boys eyes were like saucers.

"Touch them." She encouraged him.

The boy reached out and gently stroked them, his fingers drawn to her nipples that hardened quickly. She cupped his face and drew him to them.

"Suck my nipples, feel them in your mouth. Lick them. Oh yes that's so good."

She reached over and made him jerk as she stroked his obvious erection in his pants and then reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties and dropped them on the floor. She took his hand and placed it against her pussy and then leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Play with my pussy. Feel how soft the hair is."

She unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it. Her pussy was swollen and wet as she parted the labia."

"Touch my clitoris."

"I don't know what that is." He confessed.

She parted her pussy and stretched her labia until her clitoris stood out shiny and pink.

"You see the bump right here?"

"Yes."

"That is the clitoris."

The boy touched it.

"Now stroke it gently. Yes, that's right. Keep doing that. While You're doing that, kiss me."

Though all this time Alexis was watching her mother let this strange man do things to her. She wanted to stop them but she was fascinated by the performance. Suddenly her mother began to jerk her legs and moan like she was in pain. But, she told the man that she liked what he had done.

"Take your pants off." She told the boy. "What a nice cock you have."

Alexis watched her mother take the man's thing into her mouth and began to suck it like a lollypop. The man began to moan now as well. But then her mother did something amazing. She sat on the man's lap and his thing disappeared inside her pee-pee. She bounced up and down on the man until finally his eyes closed and he groaned.

"That's good," Serena said. "come inside me. Oh yes, yes."

When Alexis mother got off the man white stuff dribbled from her flushed and wide-open slit.

"Was I good?" she asked.

"Oh, yesss." Said the boy.

"You won't punish me?"

"Nnnnoooo." He stammered confusedly.

Serena kissed him.

The boy dressed and Serena led him to the door and let him out.

Then she lay on the couch and fell asleep. When she woke up about an hour later she acted as if nothing had happened.

Through the years my mother saw other instances of Serena's subliminal controls. Sometimes it was words other times certain sequences of events. One time my uncle came over to give her a hand moving a bed. As they were moving it, Gerald my uncle found a condom under the bed so he said.

"What's this Serena? I looks used."

Serena's face flushed.

"It's Willie's."

My uncle had accidentally discovered that Serena could be controlled by emphasizing certain words.

"Serena, you need to RELAX. Relax NOW. SIT on the bed. SIT right here facing me."

Serena stopped what she had been doing and sat on the bed. Serena was wearing a dark blue zippered sweater over a skirt that came down to just above her knees. Over a period of two months Gerald had conditioned her to respond to certain trigger words and follow his instructions. So when he had called her up he had influenced her to wear this particular dress. Gerald pulled up a chair and sat facing her with one finger held up.

"Look at my finger Serena, watch my finger. While you watch my finger you will relax. You will become very relaxed. Do you feel relaxed?"

"Yes."

"Watch the finger."

Gerald moved the finger from side to side and up and down. Serena's eyes followed it .

"When my finger moves from side to side you will lie on your side and put your foot on my knee. If the finger moves up and down you will lie back on the bed and draw up your knees so that they touch your chest."

Gerald moved his finger from side to side and up and down so that he got increasingly better views of her black lace panties.

"SIT up Serena. Now we are going to play dolly. You are the dolly. I will pose you but you can only move when I tell you and do what I tell you."

Gerald took her right hand and placed it on the zipper of her dress.

"When I say ACTION, you will unzip your dress slowly. Now, ACTION. When I say CUT you will stop and stay perfectly rigid again."

Serena pulled the zipper down until her sweater fell apart revealing her matching black lace bra.

"CUT."

Serena's hand stopped and she sat still. Gerald took her left hand and cupped it under her right breast and then placed her right hand on top of her right breast.

"When I say action you will take your breast out of your bra and rub the nipple until it becomes hard. When I say CUT you will put your hands behind your neck and remain rigid. ACTION!"

Serena lifted her breast out of the cup and began to stroke it with her fingers. The nipple immediately stiffened.

"CUT!"

With her hands behind her head, Serena's breast stood out firmly, her nipple stiff and saucy. Gerald put his arms behind her back and began to suck her liberated nipple before liberating the other and serving it likewise. He placed her arms behind her on her bra strap.

"When I say action remove your bra and your sweater and then come and sit astride my lap. ACTION!"

Serena complied with his order and in short order was sitting on his lap facing him.

"Now kiss me. Uhm, uhm, yes good Serena. Use your tongue."

His hand reached between her thighs and pulled her crotch aside. The open wet condition of her pussy expressed her arousal better than any words. He unzipped her skirt and said.

"Now Serena take off your skirt and then ask me nicely to pull down your wet panties."

Serena stood up and let her skirt drop to the floor.

"Please remove my panties." She said woodenly.

"No not like that, Serena. Come here and kiss me passionately. Straddle my leg and squeeze it with your thighs so your pussy presses against it . Nibble my ear while you say sexily. Please pull down my wet panties."

Serena wrapped her arms around his neck and straddling his leg, pressed her pubis against it sliding back and forth along while occasionally squeezing her thighs together. Her lips caressed his earlobe as she whispered.

"I've been a bad girl. You must take off my dirty wet panties and punish me."

Gerald was surprised by her choice of words but was surprisingly stimulated by her innocence.

"Stand up Serena and put your hands on your head. Good."

He grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her knees with a quick sharp tug. Her sexual fragrance filled his nostrils with its sharp tanginess. Her matted bush glistened with her profuse vaginal discharges and swollen and crinkled dark red labia revealed a glimpse of her yawning vagina.

Gerald had no knowledge of Gord's use of reward and punishment which he used as part of Serena's preparation for a life of ravishment at the hands of her co-workers and other people who would pay to rape her. But he told Serena to lay face-down over his lap.

"Now Serena you are going to be punished for wetting your panties."

"Please don't hurt me, I'll be good, I promise."

Gerald brought his hand down on her bottom with a loud thwack. Serena cried out.

"I'll be good, I really will. I'll let you do what you want."

Smack.

"Ow that really hurts. I will be obedient. I will submit to your sexual desire."

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Go and lie on the bed and pull your knees up to you chest."

Serena lay back comfortably, her short trimmed hair framing her protruding labia. Gerald stroked her labia gently, parting them to expose the glistening salmon pink penetralia. As he opened her to his gaze he was greeted by the sight of her cervix, its opening gaping and primed to fulfill its nightly purpose. His finger tickled her clitoris eliciting sighs from the woman. Her nipples tightened and extended. He put his head between her thighs and began to taste her excitement as her hips began to heave compliantly. 

Serena submerged into her subconscious mind, down into a more primitive area that existed in a more subservient state where her duty was to submit herself to whoever required her and consent to anything they wanted to do to her. His cock slid into her and began to fill her. His hands roughly squeezed her breasts and twiddled her clitoris. She knew that it could be much worse and would be if she resisted him. After several minutes she began to find herself responding to the friction between her thighs. He shifted her to her knees and worked at her from behind. She shivered as his finger found her anal ring and began to penetrate her there too as his pace increased. She didn't mind the finger too much in fact it was arousing in conjunction with his cock penetrating her. 

He lay back and made her ride him while he held her tits like handles eventually raising her ardor to melting and squirting his seed into her grasping slot. When he was done he made her suck him clean until he was again hard. Gerald had always wanted to have a compliant woman that he could have his way with and now that he had, he intended to have his sister in the ass. As he spread the corn oil onto her bum and into her crack Serena recognized what was about to happen. His finger slipped into her anus.

"Has anyone ever done this to you before Serena?" He asked.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Really?" He responded surprised.

"Yes."

"Was it your husband?"

"He has done it."

"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"

"Yes." She choked out.

"Who was the lucky man."

Her voice went wooden.

"Gord, Dan, Gilbert, Eric, Joe, Fred, Alec, Tom...."

"Stop. How many men have you had sex with?"

"Lots. Over and over and over again."

"Did any of them put their fingers in here?"

"All of them. Sometimes more than once in a session."

"You're making up stories to make me feel sorry for you Serena, but it won't help you because I'm going to fuck you in your ass like the slut you are."

"Yes, I know."

"Get your bum up."

Serena struck the position she had adopted many times and Gerald pushed inside her tight bum. Serena gave a sharp cry as he entered but the pain diminished as he started to pump.




Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 02



"Pull your bum cheeks apart so I can see my cock going in and out of you."

Serena complied silently and continued to accommodate him until he came inside her.

Ron was subdued when he hugged Miranda and said.

"That was the start of the control drugs. Eventually they developed into Slick and Heaven, but much of the technology was lost during the Population Wars and maybe we have a chance for things to eventually become normal again."

Julia took his cock and inserted it into her while Miranda kissed him tenderly and whispered.

"My love, my only love. Thank you."