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Old 07-21-2015, 05:35 PM   #1
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The Search For Love (open)

The rabbit paused his whiskers twitching back and forth as he surveyed the land. His head moved rapidly back and forth as if trying to find some kind of danger in the woods. After a few seconds it finally relaxed and kept scouting the land intent on finding some food.

He stepped out of the cover of the tree; his nimble fingers pulled the arrow into place drawing the bowstring of his sleek black bow back until taunt. Inch by inch it tightened until finally he could pull it back no more. The mask and hood he was wearing hid his strong handsome features save for the most shocking pair of electric green eyes ever seen.

He let out a slow breath and released the string at the same time. The arrow shot through the air like a silent gunshot cutting through the air and wind as if it was butter. The black arrow slammed right into the rabbit killing it instantly and keeping it pinned to the ground. The man waited a few seconds before pulling his hood down revealing a black hair buzzed down and a ace covered in black stubble. He quickly walked over to the rabbit and in seconds he was down cleaning it and picking it clean with an expert hand.

A few hours later the meat was cooking over the fireplace. The embers and the smoke from the fire danced around each other almost looking peaceful in the setting sun. Harris Myers watched it to caught up in his own dark mood to enjoy the peace that came so rarely in the pre-war world. He tried not to think about…. Her tried not to think about the ache in his heart but it was an impossible task.

He pulled out her picture and looked at it resisting the urge to stroke her face. There were times in the past year where he had only had this and the clothes on his back, times when he was forced to trade said clothes for even one scrap of food but he never gave the picture up nor his quest.

To find the love of his life

……………………………………….

The slavers walked in ignoring the girls all lined up in their cages and spitting at some.

“So did you hear what the ghost did this week?” One slaver asked rubbing the back of his neck as they walked deeper into the abandoned prison that was their current home.

“Let me guess” The other one said dryly as he lit a cigar “took out a thousand strong slaver camp with nothing but a knife and in a thong?”

“Ha” The other man said spitting at one of the girls and slapping another face through the cage “you got some imagination man no he finally reached our territory began asking about her just like he always does”

“That girl again!” He said laughing and shaking his head “you would think he would just find a fresh cunt and be done with it”

“It would seem he only has eyes for his cunt” the other man said snorting at the other salvers words “Mr. Myers has been cutting a path through the dregs of society to find this girl building himself up quite a legend the way they talk about him handsome green eyes short black hair chiseled body he makes us mere mortals look pale in comparison”

“Well if he comes here we will see what the legend is really like” the other one said shaking his head “This Harris Myers will die”
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Before...

There had been a before...

A time before one had to hunt rabbits and deer and turkey to merely survive.

A time before the fact that... if one had the misfortune of being a female, having a pussy, and not having protection (whether that protection was a man, or money)... made it ok to buy and sell that pussy for the pleasure of men. Well, to be fair, the buying and selling of sex had certainly been going on before the great war had begun. Sex was as old as time itself. But back then, it was a different kind of selling. Now, any females without the aforementioned protection, were bought and sold like cattle. All for the pleasure of men. It was simple, women were slaves now.

She... was a slave .. now...

But before... she had been a sweet, innocent, girl next door. Girl next door to Harris. Harris Myers. She had joked, back when they were kids of course, that he had 2 last names. Harris Myers. He of the 2 last names. It had become a running joke between them, during childhood, during school, during high school, and even during college. The man with 2 last names, she would laughingly giggle when she wanted to make him smile..

They had been friends since that fateful day that her family had moved in next door to his.

"Hi... I'm Sierra Kimball." she had introduced herself to the boy, Harris... He was a year and a half older than her. But that didn't seem to matter. They became fast friends. She was 9, he close to turning 11.

It was that friendship that blossomed, finally, while in college, into romance, and that blossomed into love.

Really, it had been the fact that Russell Granger, the school jock, and often called the school bully, had set his sites on Sierra. She had no interest in him, none at all. But Russell was not one to take NO for an answer. And that night, the night that everything changed between Harris and Sierra, well before the "BIG" change, that night, Russell had a few too many beers after the football game, and when he saw Sierra making her way across campus, he pounced...

"Get away from ME" she had screamed, punching and kicking at him. That only served to enrage him, and make him even hornier than he already was. "Damn it Sierra, you know you want THIS" He insisted as he pulled her into the nearby woods, into the darkening shadows.. "NO NO" she cried out, but he smacked her so hard, her words were cut off and she was seeing stars. Russell proceeded to rip off her tee shirt, and finding her braless he laughed, licking his lips as he pinned her against the largest nearby tree... "I knew it!!!" he winked at her, as if this was their little secret.. He lowered his head with a growl, and his mouth found her right breast and he bit down, she crying out again.. the pain shot thru her and with all the strength she could gather, Sierra managed to lift her knee upwards, and catch him off guard... her knee making hard contact with his balls... the flash of pain certainly caught him offguard, her nipple coming out of his suckling mouth with an almost audible pop as he pulled back and hollered, one hand going to grip his now throbbing cock and balls.. Sierra then shoved him hard, both hands pushing into his chest, sending him sprawling in the grass...

And Sierra ran.... she burst out of the dark woods, racing down the path, naked from the waist up, her bared tits bouncing wildly. Thank God she ran into Harris....

Once he managed to get what happened out of her, Harris had taken matters into his own hands.

Russell left that particular college, after he got out of the hospital, and attended another across the country.

Harris and Sierra... fell in love..

That was before....

The picture that Harris so lovingly guarded, that had been taken almost 1 week to the day that it all.... changed. It was an absolutely gorgeous picture of Sierra, in her wedding dress, tiara and veil. He had taken it that morning, when she had shown him her dress and wanted his opinion. Old folklore never bothered her, that idea of him not seeing the wedding anything beforehand was silly to her, she wanted, no she needed, his opinion. She trusted him completely. So that morning, that bright, sunny, war, Saturday morning, she had called him and told him to meet her at her parents place, that she had something to show him. And he, had snapped that picture of her, looking so radiant.





They were to be married the following month. And finally they would consummate their love. That was the other thing that was unique about Sierra, compared to most college age girls. She was 20 years old, about to turn 21, and she was still a virgin. If Russell had realized that, the night he attacked her, he may have had an anureysm... But Sierra was old fashioned. She was saving herself for... the one... and the one... was Harris...

That was before....

Then Harris's father had passed away. Sierra barely knew him. When she moved in next to Harris, he was living with his mother and step father. But Harris had maintained a connection to his real father and when he passed, well, of course he was going to the funeral. Sierra chose to stay behind to finish the wedding planning and take care of her grandmother who had become ill as well. It was a race against time to try and get married in time enough for her ailing grandmother to see it. It meant alot to Sierra that she be there.

So, when it happened, when the war began... when the bombs fell... when the world as we know it was almost completely destroyed, Sierra and Harris were on opposite sides of the country. It took only the better part of a week for hell to take over, between this country and that country and the other country launching nukes at one another... it was a global meltdown..

Sierra lost everyone.. Her mother and father that first day. Her grandmother that first night. And her brother, 3 weeks later, dying as he tried to protect her. He did manage to kill the men who had attacked them... "get to the cabin at the lake" had been his last words...

Within 6 weeks, it was all over. Anyone in any kind of command was dead... A good portion of the world's population... dead....

Survivors, and there were survivors... in a state of shock.

Within 6 months... a new order was beginning to take hold.

What was once important in the world, before... no longer was...

Now, it was about basically 2 things.... Survival and Sex....

And both were being bought and sold by the strongest of the Survivors. Women, as already stated, for the most part, were enslaved. Hunting parties were formed... well, it was more akin to gangs than organized hunting parties... to scour the countryside, woods, destroyed cities, for any living females that could be used for, pleasure and sold for money. If too old, they were left to die or more than likely killed. If too young, they were put in detention, until old enough.

Sierra turned 21 ... 7 months after the war began and ended, alone, at the cabin at the lake. It had take a hazardous almost 2 weeks for her to make her way there by foot. She didn't dare use a car, that attracted much too much attention and she had quickly figured out that she did NOT want to attract attention. Once there, she used the old transister radio her grandfather and brother had so loved, to try and figure out what was going on.

She had no way of contacting Harris. Was he alive? Would he remember the cabin? Would he even think to come and try and find her there?

Now it was her 21st birthday, and instead of marrying the love of her life, her very best friend, she was alone, in a cabin by the lake, wondering how she would survive. Wondering if Harris was alive.

~ * ~


“So did you hear what the ghost did this week?”

They were talking about him again. That ghost. Sierra had no clue who they were talking about. But the stories were always well, entertaining. He did this and he did that.

She had been in the possession of these slavers for the last several months. Being virginal, and having red hair and blue eyes, she was a treasure in this new world. There were plenty of brunettes, even alot with black hair. Blondes were a bit more rare, at least in this particular area of the country, this area being north and east... Blondes were alot more common in the west and the south, and the slavers there had a ready supply for sale. Virgins, of course were so very rare, and very valued. And redheads, they were so few and far between that many thought perhaps none had survived. So she was quite.... valuable.

How she was captured, well, it was the same story for many lone females. She was discovered alone, and simply overpowered. She had tried to fight, but that was all but useless. Her one saving grace was that she was found by one of the more organized gangs of slavers, among the many that had popped up. Many of the slaver gangs were nothing more than ruthless brutes, raping the girls they caught and then selling them off. That was the simplest way to put it. But some of the more, well, intelligent men, they knew the money and power that could be gained thru .. the selling of pleasure.... the selling of sex... the selling of women. It was one of these groups that found and took Sierra...

"So, what's your name" Marcus grinned as he walked around the bound girl. She as a beauty, and that hair, that flaming red hair. She was quite the find, he was beginning to realize, as he continued that slow pace around her. Sierra, hands bound behind her back, gag having been free'd from her mouth, hanging about her throat now.. watched him with wary eyes. "Look, sweetheart, being silent will get you no where. If you don't tell me your name, I'll just give you one... maybe Hazel, or Mildred, or Iris... so you might as well just tell me who the fuck you are so we can get on with this"... he held a riding crop in his hand .. but he had yet to threaten her with it, but she got the feeling he'd have no problem beating her senseless...

"Sierra" she finally said.

"And sweet Sierra, are you a virgin?" Marcus drawled, licking his lips.... and hoping that maybe he hit the jackpot...

Oh and she had been right about the beating.... unfortunately... since she had refused to answer that particular question.

It didn't matter tho, they had a Doctor, and low and behold, he was a real Doctor, now working for them. Strapped to the exam table, legs tied to the stirrups, spread obscenely wide, his middle finger lubed, he slid it within the whimpering girl's tight pussy and confirmed that she indeed was an intact virgin. Of course that did not stop the Doctor for enjoying himself anyway, that was part of the deal. If a virgin, as long as her virginity remained intact, he was allowed to touch, and stimulate her, and get himself off, as he saw fit.

Sierra had no way to fight it. Strapped down the way she was, a gag keeping her mostly quiet, the Doctor, the exam all done, leaned in close to her open pussy, looking up at her from between her spread legs. "so, no one's had the pleasure yet, eh darling" he quietly said. She wildly shook her head, but he just smiled... "oh pretty one, I am not going to take that away from you, that is much too valuable." then he licked his lips... "but that doesn't mean I can't have alittle fun"... He leaned foreward, and Sierra felt it, his tongue, gently probing along her pussy lips. She was screaming behind the gag, desperately trying to free herself, squirming, bucking, but she was tightly bound and the Doctor simply laughed, and continued his "exploration" with his tongue... He licked her soft, pink lips, then slid his tongue inside, feeling the tightness of a pussy never fully used... If she had NOT been a virgin, he still would have done the same thing he was doing now, only he would have then proceeded, after licking and essentially drinking his fill of her, he would have proceeded to fuck her brains out. But this one was virginal... so this.. would be different. Finding her clit, just peaking out from under it's little hood, he began flicking his tongue over it... Sierra was crying now, but she was also beginning to feel the heat, radiating out from her most private parts. Each glide of his tongue was sending shock waves thru her, and her struggling had changed to trembling... "Ahhh yes" the Doctor noted, he knew that would happen once he got to the clit, it always did. With one hand, he laid his fingertip on that sensitive, now swelling, nub and began rubbing. With his other hand, he unzipped and got his cock out and began stroking himself. Sierra was sobbing on that table, yet her body was flush and quivering. He leaned in again and began licking once more, all along her now soaking wet slit, up to her button and back down again, over and over, the tip of his tongue penetrating just a little then slipping out again... He suckled the clit a bit as well, as she moaned beneath her gag... Then he stood up, with a smile... and reached for something on the table closeby. Sierra's eyes widen when she saw him with a vibrator in his hand. She had seen those before, in fact, Harris had said he was going to get her one as a wedding present. Of course she had laughed. Sierra had pleasured herself with her own fingers before, but never all that intensely. This, this was something she had never felt... A man's fingers touching her, a man's mouth and tongue, licking and tasting her, and now... a ... vibrator.

The Doctor had always loved using toys ... even before, with his wife... and now with the girls that Marcus brought to him to check out.

The toy hummed to life and the Doctor lightly pressed it to Sierra's clit, all the while, he was stroking himself with his other hand, watching her face, her body, her reactions, intently. If Sierra had not been bound to the table, she would have vaulted off of it, the sensation was so instense, so stimulating. She screamed behind the gag, that sound changing into a deep almost begging moan as the vibrator sent electric tingling to every nerve ending in her body. She began trembling and as he moved the vibrator slightly, the motion changing slightly and sending a new wave of pleasure racing thru her... a moment later, her hips bucked up and Sierra had the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She felt as if she were going to explode... her pussy tightened, her breathing held and she arched her back as much as she could in her position. Her climax sent a flood of her juices spilling from her virginal pussy... "AHHH YESSS ahhhhhh" the Doctor grunted and groaned as his own climax took him, his hand pumping his cock wildly as he too came, shooting out a stream of his cum onto his hand and then to the floor. He panted, groaning hoarsely "Good girl" as he staggered back to the chair and sat down between her legs again. He had placed the vibrator back on the table, damn he loved using that on the girls, and leaned in to begin licking the still quivering girl, clean. His tongue sliding over every intimate part of her....

Sierra closed her eyes, crying as he did so. She felt dirty and ashamed.

"A virgin" Marcus told the others. " The Doctor confirmed it" .. he left out the fact that the Doctor requested, almost begged him, to play with her again. Marcus had chuckled and agree'd. He trusted the man, and paying him this way was better than paying the man money, at least while he still had the girl. And as for the girl, he knew just what to do. "We take her to Vegas. We can auction her off there to the highest bidder"

Vegas, Sin City. There was a lot of money to be had in Vegas. They just needed to get her there and that, would take months. Traveling these days was not an easy feat, not when traveling in a larger group, with slaves. They would take their time, advertise so to speak. The more people in Vegas at the Auction for this beauty, the more riches they would make off her.


This particular night, some weeks later... Sierra was listening to the men talk...

“So did you hear what the ghost did this week?”

“Let me guess ... took out a thousand strong slaver camp with nothing but a knife and in a thong?”

“Ha”

But she didn't want to hear anymore. She wasn't sure what the deal was with this "ghost".. to her, he was just another slaver. She retreated to the back of the cage they kept her in, putting on her headphones, a reward she had earned when she had behaved especially well for the Slavers, and started up the CD, again, another reward, the little CD player, one CD of the band the Rolling Stones, along with the headphones, filling her ears with the escape of music. She often escaped like this, when the Slavers used a girl, or beat a girl... it helped her cope. And Sierra had learned that behaving had it's benefits. She bore the marks of not behaving as well, unfortunately.

What she could not escape from was the fact that Marcus would lend her out to the Doctor as payment to him. She hadn't realized the Doctor had struck this little deal. In fact, the good Doctor was becoming obsessed with her, and even Marcus had yet to realize that. She, well she HATED the Doctor and his... toys.... His vibrator, his buttplug, the clamps he would secure to her nipples to watch her squirm.. But Sierra dealt with it, she had no other choice. The Doctor was the only one Marcus trusted to NOT fuck the girl and ruin her value. And for the time being, the Doctor was keeping that deal, and as long as he could use his toys, he was happy...

So, Sierra didn't hear the last of the conversation... “Well if he comes here we will see what the legend is really like....This Harris Myers will die”
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A Few Days Later

Harris woke with a start his hand fumbling as he reached out to pull her close. The nightmare was just as intense as always a collection of memories from their life together that would abruptly shift to the love of his life.

Sierra

She was always running from a pack of monstrous man who he knew wanted her for nefarious purposes. He’d run after her of course trying and attempting to call her name and beat back the men chasing her so aggressively. No matter how hard he tried however he could never reach them instead he was forced to watch as they finally caught up with her brought her down to the floor and used her for their pleasure while he watched.

He shook himself out of the dream as best he could splashing some cold water from the ravine he was camped next to before taking a long drink.

“How did you sleep boy?” He asked looking over at the large mutt of a dog curled up by the fire.

Dog (because he couldn’t think of any thing else) and him had been traveling together for about a week now ever since he rescued him from a slavers dogfight. The dog wasn’t very vicious but he was trained well and seemed to delight in turning the tables on his captor once Harris freed him. After they finished off the last remaining bandits Harris decided to keep him around if he wanted to that was. Surprisingly enough the dog followed and from that a sort of partner ship had formed. He wouldn’t say he wash is owner but they were traveling companions for now.

Dog thumped his shaggy tail a few times before getting up and stretching. He trotted over and took his own share of drink while Harris prepared them a simple breakfast of cooked rabbit and preserves. There was still plenty of food going around but super markets were a hot bed for people less gifted then him and he liked to lave the spoils to them luckily his father and grandfather taught him enough to live off the land with out a fuss.

“Here you go boy” Harris said tossing Dog a few scraps of meet before running a hand through his black hair. For some reason the nightmare was lingering today which made him think some thing happened to Sierra some thing he wouldn’t approve of.

“We need to pick up our search” Harris said looking over at Dog “My girls in trouble I can feel it you ready to make the most of the night?”

Dog barked an affirmative and they took off into the shadows. Harris found it easier to travel at night the roads were less clear and most people were asleep any bandit camp he found would have some lax security and he wouldn’t be bothered in the day because most people were moving and not stopping like him. He covered more ground in the darkness and Dog seemed to prefer it as well.

“I ever tell you about the first time I saw her?” Harris asked Dog before continuing “I thought not so my father just moved out and believe you me my mother wasted no time in finding some one else so she’s in her room having some not so quite sex with this guy why I’m fuming and trying to get my dad over here so he can bat his ass so I’m pacing right and as I am pacing in my room I catch a glint of light from a necklace it manages to snag my eye so of course I go over to see what it is now I’m not one to put much stock in faith mind you but I look out and siting out there moving boxes next door is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen like angel beautiful so I know I have to go talk to her I run into the bathroom get my self all squared away put on some cologne like my father taught me and rush down to say hi not even realizing I was already in love like a damn fool”

He sighed smiling a little “Harris Myers and Siera Kimball the boy with two names and the girl who set a fire in his heart… It has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?” He said winking at the Dog who wagged his tail in a happy affirmative.

“So fast forward some odd years and yours truly has managed to land the girl of his dreams” He said tapping his chest and grinning “Now I’m on cloud nine for so many reasons and show is she then….” He paused sighing.

“Then it all went to shit” He said sighing and looking out at the abandon road “We got to find her boy” He murmured reaching over and scratching his ears.

The Dog dipped his head in what could have been a nod and kept walking following Harris as he internally brooded. He knew she should have gone with him! But she didn’t know his dad and she was busy with her own thing who could have thought the world would end in the span of a week? Who could have guessed it would take him the better part of a year to make the journey across states. By the time he got here the trail was so cold that calling it a trail was being kind. All he knew was that some one who MAY have been Sierra was last seen around where she could be getting captured by slavers it might not have been enough for some guys but for Harris I was all the hope he needed.

Hope enough to start a war

To be fair he might have started it any ways his father always stressed upon him the importance of being a gentleman and more importantly a good man some one who sood for certain ideals. What those ideals were he could decide but his father always stressed the need to stick by them.

It turned out slavery was the big one

The minute it came to his attention he knew it was some thing he wouldn’t stand for. The rage of it was enough to take him through his first kill the poor bastard who tried to sell him the girl didn’t know what hit him. He found it easy to kill as long as these people were taking people captive for sexual pleasure he would hunt them down like the vile creatures they were and it was even more of a mission now that he suspected the love of his life was one such victim.

Which made it personal

“Alright Sierra” He said glancing out at the darkness “wherever you are I’ll find you…. I swear it”

And with that he continued moving quickly all the more eager to find her

Two days later

The bar was named Rusty and it clearly lived up to it. What used to be an old industrial warehouse was now a fully formed bar a few days from Neveda. Sure enough every inch of the massive steel girders were covered in reddish brown rust. If the bar was rough the patrons were even rougher after all the survivors of the fallout weren pansy by any means!

Harris sat at the bar feeding some “peanuts” to Dog as he sipped on his beer. He was sulking after two days of searching for a rumored major slaver caravan he was having trouble picking up the trail. Whoever was organizing them was very adept at covering their tracks and moving quickly he seemed to be just behind them and what was more troubling was the rumors circumventing of a huge slave auction going on in Vegas.

“Oy you!”

Harris turned raising an eyebrow at the grimy looking man coming towards him

“Yes?”

“That dog” He said looking down at it “how much do you want for it?”

Harris looked down at Dog his hand sliding down to the custom M9 long slide and pushing the hammer down. He mentally prepared him self for the bloody fight that was about to happen.

“I cant sell what’s not mine” Harris replied glancing over at Dog “Dog’s his own man were companions”

“Okay” The man said snorting “driving a hard bargain come on there must be some thing?!”

“Tell you what” Harris said stroking his goatte “Ask Dog here and see what he says”

Dog growled at him baring his fangs the guy wisely choose to turn around and go back to his friends on the other side.

“Thought as much” Harris said smiling “I owe you a drink huh?” He said scratching his ear and ordering a small shot for the Dog to partake in as he waited h paused a sudden conversation catching his ear.

“Did you see the girls in the Vegas sale that passed through two days ago?”

“Of course! Who could have missed it the man was bringing out all sorts of girls!”

“Yes did you see the virgin? Oh she was quite the sight! With her red hair and those eyes….”

Harris eyes narrowed and it was with great restraint that he pushed his chair back paid for his drinks and left the bar. Every thing in him wanted to punch the pair, to defend the woman that were no doubt being herded like cattle to be sold. Any one of those girls could be his Sierra and he wouldn’t be none the wiser! He needed to keep moving start traveling in the day as well.

He needed to find her

…………………..

That Night
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“Are we secure?” Marcus asked stepping into the run down principals office and looking a his right hand.

“Yes sir” The man said eagerly nodding his head up and down “The watch has started and the girls are all locked up in the gym just like you ordered”

“Good Good” Marcus said sitting down and stroking his goatee “ we’ll be at Vegas in a month or so I’ve already had several offers for the girls and promises to attend our little auction We will hit a few more towns on the way drum up some more interest and reach Vegas in style!”

“Yes sir” The man said nodding eagerly “Was there any thing else you would be needing tonight some company perhaps?”

“Perhaps” Marcus said leaning back and reaching for the silver flask he kepi n his spare gun holster “Send Sierra to me dress her up I want to have some fun with our little virgin girl”

“Yes sir” The man said turning on his heel and stepping out he made his way down the halls quickly pausing to grab some lingerie from the supply room they had before making his way to the gym. He nodded at the guards on duty and unlocked the door stepping inside and making sure it was closed behind him. He noted that the few girls who weren’t sleeping already tensed when he came in or turned their head so he wouldn’t notice them. He took great pleasure in that so much so that his cock twitched and began to harden. He ignored it for now instead walking through the girls until he reached Sierra.

“Boss wants your company tonight sweet” He said flashing her a nicotine stained smile “your to put this on and follow me” He said tossing her the package and grinning “Best be getting ready unless you want to lose your privileges” He reminded her.
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Females like her were few and far between. First off, she often disguised herself as male. Her long raven black hair, well, she thought about cutting it all off, she really did. But in the end, she pulled it back and up, and secured it under the baseball cap she would wear. Her reasoning had been, she may need to look well, "desirable" or "sexy" to survive, given the way females were prized these days. If she had been captured, more attractive she was, the more likely she was to survive and be sold to a more .... well.... desired Male. The more attractive girls always cost more. And only certain Men could afford them in this new world. The unattractive, well, unfortunately for them, they too were enslaved and sold, but for much cheaper coin, and to much more undesired Men. Gangs, or Abusers, Drug Addicted, or Drunk. Life for those girls would never be.... good.

Of course, Maya, which was her name, was determined not to be sold to anyone. Hence why she mostly traveled at night, and disguised as male. At night, it was alot harder to tell if she were male or female. Her voice was deeper than most, and she rarely spoke, to be honest. She bartered for food with what little coin she had, or caught her own. She made coin by selling what she found in her travels. "Found".....

She was an expert cat burgler. So what she found, was often what she had stolen from the "luckier" people of this new ... world. She stole coin, which of course she kept, as well as any smaller trinkets, jewels, silverwear, cigarettes, cigars, tobacco, and some alcohol. Anything she could easily carry. The alcohol could get cumbersome, but that was easily sold within hours, so she never had to carry it long. And she only took the good stuff, rum, vodka, tequila, wine, bourbon/whiskey. Anything else, beer, for example, was not worth it to her. She stole from homes, from camps, from "businesses"... mattered not to her. And she had yet to be caught at it.

But then again, Maya had been a rebel before the war began. She had never fit in, not in school, not at home, not in life. She skipped school, she shop-lifted, she would try most any drug or drink. She left home just 2 months before the war started, hitchhiking her way from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to San Francisco, California, hoping for something, anything, better. But life in Cali had not been any better. She moved from San Fran, to San Diego, to LA, living on the street, as well as with a couple of guys in various gangs. She was tatoo'd and pierced, and drunk alot of the time. But one night, after Floyd, the guy she'd been shacking up with, punched her in the face because she refused to give him head, she left. But not before she'd slashed him viciously in the face, leaving him bleeding and cursing at her.

It was time to go home. Which was where she was heading, back to the city of Brotherly Love. She never made it. She was as far as Texas when the war came.

She had managed to make it home, amid the confusion of the early days of the war. But what family she had, was gone, dead. So now, no longer doing the drugs or alcohol, she needed to stay sharp if she were to survive, that much she knew, she just traveled, alone, trying to do exactly that, survive, and trying to stay out of the myriad of Slavers that now roamed the cities, chains. To be enslaved was Maya's worse fear. Hence why she, as mentioned earlier, disguised herself as male and did most of her traveling at night.

This particular night, she sat in the back corner of the bar aptly named Rusty. Maya didn't like bars, but she needed shelter while a rather large slaving train passed thru. Never mind the weather turning ugly with the cold rain. So she sat in the back, enjoying a bit of bread and cheese that her coin had purchased from the forlorn waitress. Given the girl was wearing a collar, Maya knew she was owned by the bartender, and given that she had just witnessed that girl being taken upstairs by 3 rather rowdy guys, after some coin exchanged hands with the bartender, Maya gathered she was the tavern's whore as well, poor thing. She had watched those 3 guys most of the night, not trusting any of them. Hell, one had tried to purchase a dog that had come in with another patron getting in out of the rain. Thank goodness that guy hadn't taken the bait, more than likely those guys would have roasted the dog. Meat was hard to come by if one didn't know how to hunt.

She watched as the guy bought his dog a drink. Now that cute. It was nice to see him treat the animal so well. But it also meant he had coin. And Maya could always use more coin. In addition to being a very good cat-burgler, she was a hell of a pick pocket...

Getting up, she made her way slowly, using the shadows of the Tavern to keep her hidden from prying eyes, she made her way over to where the man and his dog stood. It should have been an easy pick pocket, it really should have been, and she was about to reach in and get what she wanted, when the door upstairs burst open, and out came that same guy, hitching up his pants, obviously done with the girl, tho Maya and the rest of the bar caught a glimpse of one of the other guys mounting her for his turn, proclaiming that he was hungry. He stumbled down the stairs, lost his footing and fell forward, right into Maya. She, caught offguard, tried to step back and out of the way, but unfortunately, fell over the dog, and went sprawling backwards to the floor. Beside her, fell the drunk guy, cursing and muttering as he went down.

The thing here is, Maya lost her baseball cap as she fell, as well as tearing open the men's shirt she was wearing, She sprawled to the floor, her long black hair free'd, as well as her torn shirt exposing the fact that she was female, one breast, for a brief moment, bared for all to see, until she managed to scramble to her feet, and get the shirt closed.

The entire bar went silent. Seeing an unescorted female was... rare to say the least. And it was obvious that Maya was not escorted...


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He was stepping back into the bar when it happened

It was raining and even though he was determined to keep traveling he knew he needed to wait out the rain. If he got sick then he would be laid out for the rest of the day and would lose precious ground. He couldn’t afford to lose any ground or not be his best. He went back into the bar intent on getting a room and drink until the storm ran out.

He stepped in almost immediately stumbling as some one ran into Dog. He barked moving out of the way fast meaning the brunt of the fall fell on Harris he tumbled to the floor his bag scattering to the floor as he struggled to extract himself from the….

Girl

He shot up noticing every eye one the bar on her and her exposed breast “Shit” He murmured his eyes narrowing. She was clearly trying to travel incognito which mean she was on of the few free woman left. She looked tough and for a second he was taken aback with how beautiful she was he had never seen some one so beautiful not since Sierra.

Sierra

He shook himself of such thoughts and moved into action grabbing her by her arm and hoisting her up. He shook her hard and narrowed his eyes trying to convey for her to play along.

“How dare you run into me slave!” Harris snapped “I’ll be taking it out on your ass tonight that’s for damn sure!”

“She’s yours?” A man said looking unconvinced “why don’t she have a collar on?”

“I don’t need a collar to claim this bitch” Harris said “She’s my whore and I dare any one to take her” He said glancing down at dog who bared his teeth and growled.

“Now can I have a room?” Harris asked pulling out some coin and tossing it to the bartender “I have some punishment to inflict”

“Sure”

He brought her over to the room and pushed her in. He closed the door and locked it nodding at Dog to guard it while he regarded the woman.

“You need to stay in here for the night” He said trying to be kind “they will take you if you travel out of here with out me I am sorry for them on behalf of the male population I am sorry” h said pulling out a small flask of water and handing it to her.
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It all happened so fast. In a blur really. And as soon as she fell, as soon as the cap flew off, her "flight" reflexes tried to kick in. She had to run. It was her only means to survive. If they got their hands..... But before that thought could complete, before she could even get to her feet and try and get out of there, she was grabbed and pulled up. SHIT... The wave of fear that shot thru her was as cold as ice, so cold, it hurt in the pit of her belly.

“How dare you run into me slave!” Harris snapped “I’ll be taking it out on your ass tonight that’s for damn sure!

Maya blinked... what? WTF???? She stared at him, her face had gone white as a sheet.. the good thing was, that show of fear, her eyes wide, face ghostly, did not betray that she was just terrified of being caught, as opposed to being terrified of the man now holding her and calling her... slave.

Maya was smarter than most. But she had learned, early on after the war began, to not trust ANYONE. If she could have broken free of him, she would have. But he had a firm grip and he was strong.

“She’s yours?” A man said looking unconvinced “why don’t she have a collar on?”

I don’t need a collar to claim this bitch” Harris said “She’s my whore and I dare any one to take her”

At least, this was one man. He didn't seem to be part of the group at this particular bar, so Maya knew, already, that it would be better to deal with just him, than to try and deal with the rest of them. She'd have no chance with the others as a group. She'd be gang raped over and over and more than likely killed, or just passed on after that. It was not something she wanted to think about. So she did not fight this guy and his... story...

“Now can I have a room?” Harris asked pulling out some coin and tossing it to the bartender “I have some punishment to inflict”

Maya, almost obediently, allowed herself to be hustled upstairs.

Once the door closed, she tensed, as if she were going to yank herself away from him. But instead he let her go...

“You need to stay in here for the night. They will take you if you travel out of here with out me. I am sorry for them on behalf of the male population I am sorry”

Maya didn't answer him right away. She backed away to the window on the opposite wall, and peered downwards. It was a long way down, and the ground looked solid. No hay bales, no grass, not even a trash pile to land on. If she jumped, more than likely she'd break an ankle or a leg. Of course the men in the bar below wouldn't care. She'd still be gang raped, over and over again....

She looked back at him. She was wary, and refused the water he offered. "Do... you ... have a name?" she paused... still keeping a distance from him. "I'm Maya". She glanced over at the dog. Well, that did say something about the man. Animals were great judges of character.

"You want .. payment... for helping me?" she asked. "I have some coin, but.... " Maya paused, looking at him again. He hadn't attacked her. He hadn't even really threatened her, other than to get her away from the others. He had a dog that obviously trusted him, and he actually apologized for the "male population".... who was this guy? He wasn't bad looking by any means. He didn't have that dirty, gross vibe about him that so many others had, including the ones down in the bar... and it wasn't like she was a virgin or anything, altho it had been a long... long ... time... hell, now that she was actually thinking about it, the last time had been Tony, near the big city, she wasn't sure what city that had been, Tony the pizza guy. She'd only called him that because she stumbled across him in a burned out pizza place. Tony had been another of the "nice" guys. There weren't many. Tony had been one, maybe this guy was too.

"I can pay you with..... pleasure" she said quietly. She wasn't a whore. She didn't lick her lips or try to strip naked. She did unzip the hoodie she'd been wearing, and as she slid it off it did reveal quite the feminine form. Lithe, sleek, and very female. The black tee she wore clung to her curves, curves that were just a bit larger than a handful. She had a flat belly and the slightest flare of hips. She was quite slender. Her long black hair fell down her back in ebony waves, tendrils falling forward to tickle her shoulders. Her arms tattoo'd giving her an almost tough look. It was an image she tried to portray and she was, to some degree. But she was alone as well, and vulnerable, and she knew it. Paying him with sex may just get her out of here alive and NOT enslaved.
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He bit his lip not expecting her reaction, the girl was shrugging off her jacket revealing a beautiful pale body that could have been a super model’s. His mind flashed images of him taking her or the two of them collapsing into the bed filling his mind and obliterating all other thought. Of course he had seen a pretty girl before but never had one effected him like this.

Not since Sierra

Sierra! The name of his love and the target of his quest brought him out. He caught Dog’s wary eye on him and shot him an apologetic look before stepping up and raising his hands.

“That won’t be necessary” He said politely “why you’re a pretty girl and the thought did cross my mind I am taken and I don’t want any thing for saving you I find slavers disgusting” He said his mouth turning into a scowl before he shifted to another unintentionally charming smile. He rubbed the back of his neck a nervous tick he did around a pretty girl that he didn't entirely know about.

“Please” He said handing her the water canteen he previously offered “your probably thirsty my name is Harris” He said before pointing at Dog “this is my traveling companion Dog”

Dog barked coming over and giving her hand a reassuring lick before jumping on the bed and getting settled.

“I have some food here” He said reaching into his pack and pulling out a small chicken leg and some wild salad “why don’t you eat I’ll keep watch with a Dog and a girl I might be to tempting a target to leave alone I know more than a few of the men began to whisper when we left”

He pulled the long slid out of it’s holster and chambered it, he sat at the table across form her and pushed the food towards her trying not to stare at her to much. She was very pretty and some thing about her kept drawing his eye back. "She and Sierra weren’t all that different" he internally though before shaking his head “focus on the prize” Harris thought scolding himself.
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