Post-Apocalyptica (Open to one woman)

The nights chill bit in to Ryan’s exposed face, the rest of him was covered, but the cold wind was quickly turning his scarred features numb, and it was only an hour past nightfall, at this rate he would be a popsicle by the time he got back home from his scavenging trip. He cursed under his breath and pulled his collar up as high as it would go as he scanned his surroundings, nothing but crumbling buildings and snow capped rubble, he had been scavenging on the far side of the city, down in some of the underground metro tunnels, but he hadn’t found much worth carrying back and decided to head home, unfortunately for him he had lost track of time, so now he was caught out during the onset of winter.

“Fuck it” he grumbled, walking off the road, if you could call the line of cracked and ruined pavement a road, and in to the first building he thought wouldn’t collapse on him during the night. He made his way inside as far as he could, trying to find somewhere he could light a fire without it being seen from outside, even during winter you have to look out for marauders and bandits. Eventually he found a good spot, a half collapsed basement level with a shit ton of wooden packing crates he could use for the fire, he did his best to lock the door behind him, propping a bit of wood against the door, then pried open the door to the elevator shaft so the room wouldn’t fill with smoke.

“Home sweet home” he said with a sigh “now if only there was a bed” once he had started up the fire and made himself a makeshift stool his mood improved, partly due to his ability to feel his face returning “Now lets see what the dead guy was drinking” he pulled a flask from his inside pocket and inspected it, its polished metal surface giving him a bad reflection of his own face, curtained by his unkempt and snow matted hair. He sat there for a moment and considered his image, his face had been considered attractive, then life took its toll, a clawed mutant had put a row of scars down from his left cheekbone to his jaw, just managing to clip his lips as it went, and an incendiary grenade had put a nice crescent of burn scars up his right temple, he had been lucky not to lose the eye that day.

His gaze hardened as his reflection began to offend him, as it often did, so he turned his attention back to the flask, eager to forget painful memories. A cursory inspection revealed that it was about 2 thirds full, judging by the sound of the liquid sloshing around and the weight of the thing, he unscrewed the cap and took a whiff, instantly drawing his head away and blinking “holy shit, smells like it could strip paint” he took a quick swig and held his mouth closed with his wrist “whiskey” he said after a moments delay “and good whiskey at that” he broke in to a grin “been a while since I had something that strong.”

After another swig or two of Whiskey, and who knows how many minutes spent just sitting there, staring at the fire, Ryan started to feel sweet merciful sleep creep up him, without a word he built the fire to last the night before using his backpack as a pillow and quickly drifting off to sleep on the cold hard floor.

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Out of habit Ryan didn’t sleep long, but the whiskey had put him out for longer than usual, so when he woke up he was feeling well rested, if sore from the lack of a proper bed. He did his best to put out what was left of the fire, then gathered his things and quickly set off, trying to get underway before the urge to finish off the last of the whiskey grew too strong.

It wasn’t much warmer out than it had been last night, but at least he had sunlight, and the wind-chill was gone, so he managed to make quite good time, just under an hour of jogging brought him to the rear gate to his settlement… But something was wrong, no one was there.

He quickly ran up to the gate, which was really just a burned out bus with ramshackle armour plating, expecting someone to pop out and laugh, ha ha, got you Ryan, big joke, no one popped out. He reached for the pistol holstered on his side and slowly pulled it out, flicking the safety off with a shaking hand before heading off in to the settlement.

It didn’t take long to figure out what happened, there was blood and bullet holes scattered about, and everything of value was gone. Once he made it to the town hall his suspicions were confirmed, his friends, his family, people he never really liked that much, everyone he knew was dead and piled up on the road.

Ryan could feel tears running down his cheeks, washing away a little of the grime caked to his skin, but he couldn’t move his arm to wipe them away, he couldn’t do anything, he just stood there, staring at everyone he used to know, he didn’t even hear the faint footsteps as someone walked up behind him and pulled out a weapon.

(Looking for one woman to play the unknown person behind Ryan. Obviously this is a thread set in a generic post-apocalyptic world, with mutant creatures and no kind of govenment to speak of, but apart from that and the fact that winter is setting in, I havent thought it through much.

The basic idea I had is for your character to try and steal his stuff/sell him as a slave, then either end up keeping him for her own, or screwing up and getting caught herself, ending up as a toy for Ryan to work out his frustrations on. Anything past that is up to you.

PM me if you’re interested)

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Rhea looked at the sky. It was getting close to heading back to Tomb City. One of the most feared raider cities in the whole new world. Their kind had only one rule. The strong survived. If you were weak you were usually a slave or killed. If you were a slave and your Master couldn't control you you were killed or worse you're Master and was killed and you were taken by another. Either way life was tough, but living in a city you had some protection. Hell, even Tomb City was better than living on your own. At least in Tomb City if some mutant or some other genetic mutated fuck comes at you the whole town will have your back. Out here it was just wasting time til your dead.

There were talks of a new establishment found and they were going to raid it. Rhea rode out with the others and did her fair share of killing off the people when they didn't submit to them right away. She never killed a child though. Tombers (name for the people from Tomb City) thought she was soft in that regard and she heard rumors of some thinking they could take her on and force her into slavery. She would rather die than let that happen. So far nothing has happened, but this was the second time where someone had come in and killed someone she had not. She couldn't bear staring a child in the eyes and murdering them. She would rather sell them off as slaves, but these people were wasting away. They wouldn't make good workers. They needed more food.

Still, Rhea glanced around and only saw a few things worth taking from this place. All in all it was a bust. A needless massacre for a poor dump town. Rhea stayed intent on finding something. She had rent to pay and debts owed. She needed this. Rhea was in a home for the 3rd time trying to think of something she could take when out of the corner of her eye she spotted something moving. Turning to the window she couldn't believe her luck. "Thank the Gods," she mumbled as she quickly and quietly made her way to the man. This man was beefy, strong, and at the moment easily apprehended.

"No sudden movements or I'll shoot. If you have any weapons drop them now." Rhea waited for him to comply. "Now I want you to put your hands behind your back." Rhea had every intention of tying this man. She had rope, always rope; never leave home without it, and was ready to wrap the cord around one wrist than the other than together and tying them tightly and effectively. It was one of the few knots she learned that people couldn't get out of short of cutting through the rope.

If the man looked back at her he would see that she was wearing a long dirty coat that barely touched the ground. Her black boots were thigh highs over a pair of dark blue almost black in the filth jeans and he wouldn't be able to see her shirt which was under the coat.

The tears didn’t last long, as horrible as the sight before him was, he had grown jaded to the harsh world he now lived in, so every last ounce of sadness that had threatened to overtake him was now a boiling rage, all he could think about was making the bastards who did this pay.

He didn’t move a muscle when he heard her at first, but after a moment he began to comply, slowly dropping his pistol “you killed them” he said slowly, in a tone that sounded far too neutral given the recent events. “You killed all of them” as he spoke he continued to comply with her command, moving his hands behind his back, presenting his rigid, white knuckled fists to her to be bound.

“Men, women, children, even Nathans dog” he liked that dog, he really had, even if all it ever did was sit around in the sun all day, lazy bitch, he didn’t know how he was going to do it, but she was going to be avenged. He felt her begin the process of tying his hands, but before she could make them secure he struck out, quickly jumping back in to her to knock her away so he could have some breathing room.

Now, Ryan was a strong man, and he knew how to fight with the best of them, but at the moment he was running on rage and rage alone, so instead of doing something smart, like trying to grapple her and use his size to his advantage, not to mention make it harder for her to pull her gun on him again, he swung out wildly with an elbow as he turned, a blow that never connected.

Facing his opponent now, Ryan couldn’t help but to hesitate, it was the briefest of moments as the man in him sized her up like a piece of meat, not even a second long, but it was enough for her to have regained whatever footing she had lost from his attack. That fact didn’t enter in to his mind though, once the rage crashed down on him again he lunged at her, swinging his fist in a wide arc towards her face.

Rhea thought the man was smart for just doing as she said. She heard his words, but ignored them. She didn't care if he thought she murdered the whole town by herself. Hell, it would make it easier for him to be afraid of her. She was just starting to tie the wrists together when he moved. "Fuc-" Was the only thing she was able to get out as she took a reflexive step backwards.

Rhea pulled out her gun while he stared at her. She wasn't sure what he saw, but too soon it was over and she was pointing her gun at his face just as he swung. Unfortunately, that hit connected and the gun was literally punched out of her hand. "Dammit!" Rhea knew the man had her by about 100 pounds if not more. He was a big thing and she barely crossed the 130lbs mark. So grappling with him was out. She was fast and could do a few jabs, but whereas he had rage to fuel him she had the sun, being tired, and an intense desperation to sell him to pay off her debts.

He came at her again and Rhea ducked his fists, rolled, grabbed his gun, and brought it up to his crotch. "Move even a flinch and I'll make sure you never fuck again in your life. I don't need your equipment intact to get what I need from you." Rhea waited to see if he believed her and to prove her point she cocked his gun. Still in a crouch she managed to unhook her precious cuffs. She had them, but hated using them. They were the only thing left of a world where law and order ruled. A rare thing of beauty. She tossed them at his feet.

"Bend slowly. Do not think to rush me. I will put two in your skull and leave you as hawk me. Put them on your wrist and snap them until your wrists bleed." Rhea wasn't going to take any more chances. She had to get back to the city tonight.

He turned to go at her again, but between the distance she had put between the two of them, and the fact that he knew that the gun she was now holding had both the safety off and a round loaded in to the chamber, his rage somehow died out to the logical part of him that knew he was fucked.

Ryan stood there, ignoring the cuffs at his feat as he tossed up the numbers in his head, trying to find some way of getting to her without dieing a few times on the way, but he couldn't think of a dam thing to do, so he gave in. With a grumble he slowly did as instructed, bending over to grab the cuffs and snapping them on to his wrists, wincing as they pinched the skin.

“What now huh?” he asked, pulling the cuffs tight to show he wasn't trying to screw her around, he was intending to, but he hadn't thought of a good plan yet. “You have me cart your loot back for you before you kill me?” He sneered at her “how kind of you.”

Rhea waited and waited. She knew he was thinking of how to escape and she was going to give him plenty of time to realize there wasn't one, plus she was damned tired and it was hot. This gave her a rest as well. The wind blew, dust circled around them, and still he stood there. She never wavered, her arm never lowered, she was ready to pull the trigger when he slowly stooped down and grabbed the cuffs. Rhea did not move until she saw the skin pinch. "Good."

Rhea slowly made it to her feet. He could still rush her, but he wouldn't run fast enough with his hands tied and she had the only key to the cuffs. They weren't fakes, but the real McCoy. Rhea holstered his gun and walked over to her own and held that in her hands being more comfortable with her own weapon. She walked around the man very pleased with her findings. This should easily give her 3 months of rent, food, and pay off debts. He was a beefy man and a slave like him would be treasure indeed. Especially if he put up a fight. Ohhhh how the Tombers would love to break him in. Yes, he was a treasure.

"You." Rhea slowly approached him with a wicked smile. "Are the loot. Now come on. We have a long walk ahead." Rhea roughly turned him around and pointed the gun at his cheek. "Ever been to Tomb City? That's where we're headed and you can guess what you are. If it's not fresh," Rhea sniffed him thoroughly, "meat than it'll be your hard back they'll use." She laughed hoping he got scared of his future.

It was a long walk and they were almost there when she saw BDB, Big Daddy Bells. Rhea stopped and pulled her slave to a stop as well. BDB spit at the ground. She saw his lips move and then the words hit her ears being carried on the wind.

"You're dues are up, Rhea. Where's my money?"

Rhea sucked her teeth. "I'm selling him tonight. You'll have your money in a few hours. Tonight."

Rhea saw BDB look the man over. BDB didn't have any qualms raping a man and doing it forcefully even to the point of bleeding someone out. "I'll take him and we'll call it even."

"He's worth more than the few scraps I owe you."

BDB growled. He wanted him. Badly. But not bad enough to spend the fair amount of caps on him. BDB walked away, but the look in his eyes told Rhea she had probably just made a mistake.

"You any good with a gun," Rhea turned to her capture. "Can you hold your own in a fight against 2 or 3 men all armed?"

Great, she was a slaver, in the grand scheme of things it was no worse than anything else she could have intended, but the thought of it just made her seem even worse in Ryan's mind. the last thing he wanted was to be a slave in Tomb city, but for the long walk to what would be his new ‘home’, the thought of being that was the only thing on his mind, he couldn't even think straight enough to formulate an escape plan, just the way she wanted it.

Ryan scowled at the new arrival, the idea to ask for help occurred to him for a moment, but the look of the man told him that he was not exactly the helpful type, the next plan was to somehow play off the obvious vibe of hostility between the two, but the encounter didn't last long enough for him to figure out a way to pull that off, though it did still look as the hostility was there to be used.

"You any good with a gun, Can you hold your own in a fight against 2 or 3 men all armed?"

Ryan honestly didn't expect that and his face reflected that as he sat there stunned for a moment, sure the two of them had looked rather hostile towards each other by the end of the exchange, but the thought that they would... No, it made perfect sense, these people were barbarians, there was no common decency.

“Yeah, I could, though not with cuffs on” he finally said once the situation had sunk in “whether or not I will is another story” he turned to his captor with a cold look on his face “who sells me doesn't change much, so whats to stop me screwing you over here out of spite?”

Rhea got the answer she needed. He could handle himself in a fight and she needed a body guard bad. She was already being thought of as weak and going against BDB wasn't smart either. Hell, if she had an inkling of a brain she should have pushed the smart mouthed little fuck over to BDB and not worry about his would be sore ass. But Rhea wasn't thinking about that. She was thinking of making a tidy profit that would last her at least a few weeks if not a month if she didn't blow her money.

Rhea turned her eyes up to the man and smiled. Her face was dirty, grimy, but her smile was beautiful. "That, my dear, is a great question." Rhea led him to the gates of Tomb City. "Don't speak unless spoken too, don't run or I'll have to shoot you in the leg and I was never good at missing that artery in the leg where you bleed out. Just ... " Rhea sighed, held her head up, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the place she called home.

As soon as you walked in there were all sorts of slaves on chains either working or asking Rhea if she wanted a good time. Male or female or male with female parts were all touching and flashing themselves so Rhea could see they weren't infected and ready to be fucked and used. Rhea ignored them and turned down a side alley. Her hand was on her gun as she moved, the other gripping whomever, she hadn't bothered to ask him his name, arm tightly. They made it to a loooooong street that could only be called the Street of Everything. Anything you wanted to buy or sell you would do it here. Anything from a rare locket to a person could be purchased on the Street of Everything.

"Come on," Rhea said as she pulled him to a particular vendor. "I need a collar," she told Sam. Sam spit and flipped her hair back staring at Rhea. Sam just held out her hand for payment. "I need one that would keep the fiercest warrior from killing their Master. The highest velocity."

Sam spit her tobacco in a pot nearby and sneered. "Rumor is you have no funds. What makes ya think I'll sell ya summin like dat."

"I'll give you the silver cuffs you've had your eyes on." Sam's cracked lips split into a smile. "Plus of course 500 caps and a fresh battery on that collar." Sam's smile falter as she pondered if she was getting a fair deal. Rhea could tell she was going to counteroffer and Rhea shook her head no.

"Deal!" Rhea smiled as Sam went into the back and came back a few minutes later. "Why don ya sell da man? Ya coul make 3 or 4x's what I'm giving ya. What's wrong wid em'?"

Rhea smiled wider. "Big. Dick." Sam laughed and handed the collar to Rhea who placed it around Ryan's neck; even struggling she would have gotten it on. Though if anyone noticed her slave was struggling she would have definitely been targeted. She was just happy she got it on quick like. A few touch of a buttons and the collar snapped closed. Rhea took off the cuffs and handed them to Sam. She hated giving up one of her most prized possessions, but it had to be done.

Rhea led Ryan to her home. It was a two story home fortified. Once she put in her password and scanned her eyes, the home seemed to unlock itself and she was able to go inside. She was sure no one knew Tomb City still has some advance technology, but not much. Rhea pulled him inside, locked the door, and the home seemed to go into lockdown again.

"That collar is a shock collar. I've programmed only my password and blood into the collar. You could try to hurt me and it'll send a wave of electricity coursing through every muscle in your body effectively locking your body up. You literally cannot hurt me. It'll read your intentions and stop you before you do. These collars usually stop you from hurting anyone, but I've only programmed it to stop you from hurting me and only me. Look, I'm going to give you the quick version of my sob story. Here, the strong survive. Weak and you're a slave or worse the next hot meal. I didn't kill those kids. I rarely kill women unless they're trying to kill me first. I'm too kind, too thoughtful, and am slowly being thought of as weak. My first mistake. BDB wanted you bad. I denied him. My second mistake. I can't make a third. That's where you come in. You're now MY slave. You will come with me on raidings, scoutings, everywhere and protect me. In return you'll have food, a bed, and you won't be raped or killed."

Rhea paused for a moment letting that sink in. "It's not like you have a choice. This is what is happening. Whether you like it or not, but let me tell you something you let me die or don't have my back they're going to do you worse than me. You're a slave that can't be commanded or controlled. They'll kill you and eat you and if BDB had anything to say about it he'll fuck you so hard you'll pass out and you'll wake screaming on a burning pit or if he's feeling really mean with people cutting chunks of your flesh before roasting it and eating it. Believe me if I can get that image out of my mind I would gladly do it and I will not watch that happen again."

Rhea needed a shower. Ryan couldn't leave unless he knew the password to unlock the door. The windows were all bulletproof and plastic, so he couldn't break them and get out. He was literally in a prison. "I need a shower. Water only runs for 20 minutes each day for bathing. I have one bed. You may sleep on the floor, but I strongly urge you to bathe." Rhea wrinkled her nose, made sure she had all weapons on her, double checked the lock on her weapon cache, and made her way into the bathroom. "If you want to shower you can join me." Rhea laughed. She was joking.

Ryan knew well enough when to shut the hell up and keep to himself, when walking the streets of Tomb city was one of those times, between the prostitutes of all variates, some of which he didn't know were real, and the assortment of goods for sale, the quality of which made him question why they had bothered raiding his town, he knew dam well this was not the time to effect an escape.

He kept silent, and for the most part, subservient as his captor negotiated with whoever the hell she was negotiating with, though he didn't exactly look pleased by the collar that was slipped around his neck. From there they went straight to what he assumed was where she lived, which looked secure, good, no one would disturb him as he killed her and planned his next move, he was just figuring out how to go about the first part when she spoke again, instantly ruining that plan.

Ryan stood still as he absorbed Rhea’s speech, he didn't feel any better towards her because of it, she was still less than human in his mind, but the idea of just being a bodyguard wasn't too bad, definitely better than some of the things he had dreamed up on the walk to the city, not to mention it sounded better than the alternative she presented a few seconds later, that part just made him really, really/i] want a knife on hand, preferably something light and easy to throw.

“I’d rather shower on my own if that's an option” he said, turning to the side and attempting to think about how he could escape, but he couldn't think about anything other than the shower, having a shower sounded very nice, he couldn't remember when he had a proper one last, and once that thought was in his head, so was showering with her.

She was less than human in his mind, but as a man he had a second mind, which was making its views on her well known with imaginings of her in the shower, the water cascading down her, his hands exploring as he cleaned her... “Do whatever” he said abruptly as he turned away and started off, the disgust he felt for himself making him want to be far from her right now.

As Rhea headed up the stairs she saw the look of annoyance on Ryan's face. She thought it was because she had made him her personal slave and she laughed. "Remember any intentions of ill towards me would have you spasming and locking up your muscles with a lot of electricity. So throwing that there lamp at me is a bad idea. You'll never get the throw through. You'll have fallen and dropped the lamp on yourself before you had a chance."

Rhea laughed again and went into the only full bath in the house. There was a second half bath down stairs with a small pitcher of water to wash your hands. The toilet was more of an outhouse and ran down and slid at a 45 degree angle somewhere underground. It didn't smell as bad as some people's bathrooms. Plus once a month Rhea would pour water down her chute along with any sort of cleaning supply she would have on hand. Not that there was much.

Rhea pulled off her dirty clothes and put them in a pile with some other dirty clothes. Next time it rained she would do laundry or risk her 20 minutes of water to wash clothes. She wasn't in dire need of clothing yet, so she wasn't concerned. She wrapped a towel around her body and went into her bathroom. She locked the door and made sure both his and her gun were with her. She knew he couldn't raise the gun at her without the collar working and ... OH SHIT! Rhea forgot to tell him tampering with the collar would shock him as well. She hoped he was smart enough not to do anything. She would have gotten out of the shower, but the water was warm for once and it felt good washing the dirt and grime from her body. She had one sad little bar of soap and she used it sparingly. She loved the vanilla-ish smell. It reminded her of better times.

Rhea stopped the water. She looked at the timer. There was 6 minutes left before it would shut off. Rhea dried herself off and tried to soak up as much water as she could from her hair. She had put on a pair of brown leather pants and a button up shirt only buttoning the first 3 buttons to cover herself. "Hey ..." fuck she didn't know his name. "I left you some water if you want it."

Ryan started pacing about in the lobby like a caged animal, the collar was uncomfortable, not to mention it was apparently ready to electrify him if he stepped out of line, plus whatever else it did, he couldn't sake the idea that there was a locator thingy in there somewhere too, that was the kind of thing you wouldn't say to your captive.

He tried to ignore the thought and focused on immediate problems, he was locked in a house with with his new master or mistress or whatever the hell she was, and he greatly wanted to leave. He could try and break out, but she would notice and stop him, he wouldn't be able to resist with the collar in place, that left his only ways out as with her, or with her corpse.

The with her corpse idea sounded very nice.

But how to do it? If he attacked her, he would get shocked, maybe if he could get his hands on a gun then he could do the deed fast enough for the shock not to matter... No, she said it would stop him before hand, which he assumed it could do, he didn't really know much about technology so he didn't want to risk it. Maybe he could kill her while he was getting shocked somehow, maybe with the shock, transmit it by water or something.

And now he was imagining her in the shower again, pressing her against the wall as the water rained down on them, all draining down her back and slipping between her... “Fucking hell!” he swore quietly as he descended in to a silent rage, his while body tensing as he resisted the urge to just fucking destroy something and vent the anger boiling up in him, but after a few seconds it was over, breaking stuff wouldn't have helped anyway.

His little hissy fit over, he found himself a chair and took a load off, enjoying the relative comfort for a while as he did his best to think of nothing at all for what little time to himself he had.

“How gracious of you” he called out in response, getting up and tossing his jacket back on to the chair as he walked off, the sarcasm in his voice almost hiding the venomous hate he felt for her “I assume that this collar of yours is waterproof, because water and electricity” he ran in to her at the door to the bathroom “doesn't mix” he finished, the hateful tone bleeding away as he couldn't help but take in the eyeful that she was.

Rhea's head whipped around. She shushed him and glared. "Never say that to me again. Have you not been listening to anything I've said." She threw her hands in the air and walked into her bedroom muttering to herself about having not just a big, hulking, sulky slave, but a dumb ass one at that. She didn't close her door, but she made sure to have the weapons on her and put them down within easy reach. She realized she hadn't answered his question and she turned back to him and sighed.

"No, water will not get into your collar." She didn't want to explain that it wasn't really electricity, but more about brain waves and all that, but it was too complicated and the less he knew the better. Especially when he would realize that she had other ways of keeping him in line if pain turned out to be the thing he could fight. Like a drug that made him hard for hours on end. Even if he came he would be hard again. His first orgasm would be pleasurable, the second tinge with pain, the third would hurt, the fourth would be excruciating, the fifth would make him want to die, and no one lived past the sixth.

Rhea turned back and rummaged through her closet. She had some men clothes and tossed some into a chair near her bed. She didn't think anything matched or would fit right, but at least he would have sleeping clothes and clean clothes for tomorrow. She put the guns in her night stand and locked it with her thumbprint. She had a nasty looking knife under her pillow and actually got into bed. She should have food, but she was sleepy the heat having taken a lot out of her.

She heard him come out. "There's food downstairs. Try not to eat all of what little bit there is." And there was only a little bit. They could go shopping tomorrow now that she had some caps. "Again you can sleep on the floor or you can try to curl up in a chair. I don't have a couch and I don't trust you in my bed. There's pillows and sheets. I'm not being nice, just trying to take care of what's mine." With that she turned on her side away from him and just listened to him move around. She knew that though she was tired, she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep.