APOCALYPIC SURVIVAL (CLOSED)

[DarkBeautyGirl]

She was hunted.

She was certainly NOT prey, but she was hunted.

But, She was also a Hunter.

And her name was Sierra

The world was broken. In so many ways. But she didn't care about that. She couldn't care about that. All her strength went into surviving. Surviving in the world after the war. After the bombs. After everything was destroyed.

She had been all of 2 years old when it happened, so she really had no memory of it.
Her mother had died when she was 4 years old
Her father, who had been, well, nothing short of a drug dealing scumbag before the war, took up with a gang and instead of dealing drugs, dealt in the other wanted commodity, females, sex. There were 4 basic "wants" in this world now. Guns/Weapons, Drugs, Booze, and Sex (specifically females for sex). Her father now dealt in all 4, but mainly in females.

He left his daughter, her, with his drug addled sister to raise. She was used for sex for the gang, but when she wasn't on her back or her knees getting rammed or swallowing cock, she took care of Sierra.

Her father had every intention of selling her as soon as she turned 18.

For Women, Females, surviving in this world now was nothing short of a daily battle. Unless of course you were chained to a Male, an Alpha Male, or his Gang, his Clan, his family. Being chained to a Male happened usually in one of three ways.

1. They were in love. That was FEW and FAR between
2. The Woman/Female was captured by the Male/Man and enslaved
3. The Woman/Female was Sold to the Male/Man or was won as a Gambling bet and enslaved

The night of her 18th birthday, her father sold her to a Man by the name of Mechano for top dollar. Well, money was worthless in this world. He sold her for Rations, Supplies, and for Reputation. The better the reputation for providing a needed service, in this case, females for fucking, the more "wealthy" you were.

Mechano had purchased her, bound her, gagged her, and thrown her onto the back of his beat up old Chevy pickup. He took her no further than the nearest turn off down the road, where it was dark.

Screaming beneath the gag, she was stripped, thrown onto her back in the bed of the pickup and raped. He cared not what she wanted or didn't want. All he cared about was getting his rock hard cock buried into the sweet, hot, wetness that was her cunt. Never mind that she was a virgin. She was hot, wet and tight. And it took only a few heavy pumps of his hips into her grasping tightness for him to explode within her with a yowling growl of delight. The entire pickup swayed and groaned with his efforts. He took her 3 times in just a couple of hours, thoroughly enjoying the way her body bucked and jumped, the way her cunt held him within her, spasmed around him, her heat was searing hot and he was going to use it and enjoy it time and time again. It had been a long few weeks for him since he had the pleasure of enjoying, fucking, pussy.

Sierra screamed throughout the entire ordeal, the sounds muffled by the gag. It felt as if he were tearing her apart, but quite obviously she survived. And she would survive. She would survive for a long 2 years before she finally managed to get away from Mechano. Of course, getting away from him was her killing him. But she swore then and there, as he lay dying at her feet, that she would never allow a Man to Use her, Chain her, Rape her, again.

She would be the Hunter, NOT the hunted.

And she had managed to keep that promise to herself despite the world she had to live it. But it hadn't been easy. It hadn't been easy at all.

As already mentioned, surviving as a lone female in this world was not an easy task. More than once she had shaved off her long, bright red hair, which attracted even more attention, to, well prevent it from attracting attention. At the moment, it was at her shoulders, just beyond actually, but she kept it pulled back and under either a bandana or a hat of some sort. Her clothing was nothing more than a tattereed tee shirt and jeans. Her backpack carried only a few things, couple of extra tee shirts, a tank top, shorts and panties. She managed to loot an old burned out Walmart and found the clean panties and tee shirts, luck was on her side. At least for the moment.

Weapons were another thing. Finding a gun and bullets was next to impossible. Usually those were aquired these days from either a Seller of such things, like her dear old dad, or from someone you killed, or you won a bet. Basically the same way you aquired a female for sex, or any kind of drugs, or even food.

It was 4 years later. For 4 long years, she struggled to survive. More than once she had been caught by one man or another. Used, Fucked, Raped. She had been traded and sold to others. And everytime, she just waited until she could escape. Most of the Males, the Men, were not the brightest. Sometimes, she managed to get away within a few days. Some she killed. Others she did not have the chance to.

There was one, he called himself King. He had won her in a poker game.

He was the worst. For 6 long long months, he dragged her everywhere he went, keeping her naked. Using her as he saw fit. When he wasn't fucking her, he let his men take turns. One night, one horrible night, 12 men took turns fucking her. Her pussy, her ass, her mouth. Sometimes 2 at once. Sometimes 3 at once. At one point she was turned on her back over a barrel, her head flung back over one side, a cock ramming into her mouth, her legs splayed wide over the other side, another cock pounding hard into her cunt, and a mouth on each breast, sucking, biting her nipples, as the rest laughed and clapped at the show, jerking their own cocks and waiting their turn.

She wanted to kill King. But she never got the chance. But, she did kill his 2nd in command, Sonny. Sonny had been given permission for an hour with her as a reward for some task he had completed for King.

Sonny did not live for that hour. He was drunk. Sierra saw that one open moment and with his own blade that she had grabbed after he set it aside, she slit his throat and, naked, she ran into the night. She thought she could hear King bellowing his anger.

She swore then, she would not be taken alive by another Man, another Male, if she could help it. And she had managed to keep that promise for the last 10 months.


TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

This day had started rainy and raw. Sierra actually liked these kinds of days. Sometimes, the heat of the sun just got to her. At least, with the light rain, she could feel a bit more "clean" than usual. Bathing was a luxury she had not had in many weeks, other than a quick dip in a pond or abandoned pool when she came across one. The last one as been 4 days ago, the small pool in the back yard of what she was sure, 20 years ago or more, may have been a cute, suburban house for a cute suburban family.

Now it was just a shell of a house with a broken down pool in the back, filled with rain water. The water was not pristine of course, but it was something to wash the grime off.

She spent most of the daylight hours foraging in the old multi-level mall she had come across. Sometimes you could find something in there of some use. Most times, nothing. This time, she had found one bottle of water, unopened, tucked behind some old empty boxes. It probably rolled there when the boxes were being looted, or unloaded. Often times the "Merchants" of this world used places like this to "sell" their goods and bottle water was a hot commodity.

She had sat down in the shadows to enjoy a drink when she heard the footsteps. There was someone else here. She paused, canting her head slightly to listen. Just one set of footfalls, and by the heaviness, it was a man.

Sierra quickly and silently retreated into a nearby "store" and hid. The dark shadows of the cloudy gray and rainy day casting deeper hues than the norm. She was effectively invisible, and she waited until he came into view.

It was not him that she even noted, really. It was the weapons he carried. Weapons, at least some of them, she so desperately needed. Her crossbow was hard to maintain as crossbow bolts were not easy to come by. Never mind the fact that crossbows were a one shot, reload configuration for the most part. The Larger ones could load several bolts, but they were heavy and cumbersome. Bullets and guns were much easier. Light, easy to handle and needless to say, multiple shots. But right now, the crossbow was all she had, that and her dagger. But daggers meant close range, and she, being female, was always at a disadvantage with Males when at close range. They would always be bigger, stronger.

Holding her breath, she watched with her dark, golden hued eyes as he slowly perused the area...

 

[gearhead73]

Jake Travers, or that was the name he had been given at birth, peered through the scope of his rifle at the expanse he needed to cross to enter the building across the deserted street. He had been observing the structure for a few hours and had weathered this morning's rain without moving just to see if anything or anyone may run from someplace else to seek shelter under the store's tattered awning. This was his life now. He would get up, move through wooded areas and old abandoned neighborhoods searching every building or remnant of a building that was around looking for something that would make this version of life just a bit easier.

Jake wasn't a survivalist, but he had been taught survival techniques by his late brother Jeff, who had been a Green Beret. They would go on camping trips together when Jake was younger and Jeff would teach him about edible plants and ways to clean water to make it safe for drinking. Jeff had also taught Jake how to fight and to defend himself. It wasn't that Jake was a prize fighter or an MMA champion, but he could handle himself enough to get out of most scrapes with little more than a busted lip or a black eye. This training had given him an advantage over some, not only because he could forage for food, but he also knew how to handle and maintain weapons. His knowledge also helped him find things that were often overlooked by scavengers who were desperate for food and water.

The boredom of laying perfectly still and seeing the same scenery over and over as he scanned back and forth caused his mind to wander back to times when looking through this scope was a way for him and his brother to bond while hunting whitetailed deer in his hometown. Those memories led to playing football in high school, and then to dating a cheerleader, then to him and that same cheerleader both losing their virginity to each other in his bedroom while his parents were downstairs watching TV. He could almost feel her nails digging into his ass, urging him on while whispering "Fuck me Jake...oh God baby fuck me!"

A year later he had asked her to marry him, and although they were only juniors in school, she had made him the happiest man on the planet by saying yes. The next two years were spent planning their life together. His parents had been super supportive and had offered them the apartment over the garage at the family's home until they could get on their feet. In the blink of an eye, time passed and the newlyweds started building their life together and planning out the rest of their lives. Then everything went to shit.

It started with the power going out. Within a few days the bombs started to fall and the world they had known degenerated into the hell on earth they lived in now. Between the panic of people who had become so dependent on the conveniences that modern life had to offer suddenly being thrust into a survival situation they had never anticipated let alone prepared for. People started hoarding food and necessities. Neighbors turned on each other doing whatever they thought they needed to to provide for and protect their families. The prisons opened and the streets become flooded with the scum of the earth, no free to resume their exploits from before their incarceration. In just a few months, the separation between the haves and the have-nots becomes clear. Soon after that, the have-nots become the slaves of the haves and become nothing more than livestock, and merchandise used as fuck toys.

The only thing that mattered to the world he lived in now was what a person had and if they were strong enough to keep it. With a slow and final pan of the area through his reticle, he couldn’t see anyone else about and that was just the way he liked it. People were trouble. No matter what shape or size, they only cared about one thing, killing and fucking; and as far as Jake was concerned he wasn't on the menu for either.

It was a shame too. He really missed fucking. It hadn’t always been the smelly sticky violent act that most seemed to be happy with. At one time it was a lot of fun. Faith, his late wife, had been the purveyor of the best sex he had ever experienced in his life. Then again she had been the only sex partner he had ever had. She was passionate, strong, and used her lithe body to take him places he had never dreamed possible. He closed his eyes tightly as thoughts of Faith turned sour and painful. That part of hi life was over, and in any meaningful way life period was over. The only bright spot of that heart wrenching ordeal was watching the motherfucker that raped and then beat his wife to death choke on his own blood from the knife Jake had planted in his lungs. Mindlessly his hand drifted to the hilt of the Bowie that had ended his wife's killer. That was the last day Jake Travers walked the earth. Now, if he bothered to introduce himself he did so as JT or just J. That was rare though. Most of the time he just avoided people the best he could and foraged for what he needed to survive. It was a lonely bleak existence, but it was all he had come to know and all he had come to expect.

Deciding he had waited long enough, Jake raised himself to a low crouch and began to move toward his target. Taking a knee behind a burnt out hulk of what he thought might have been a minivan, Jake took one last long look around before deciding that it was now or never. 'Time to nut up or shut up'
Jake thought with a wry grin as he remembered a line from of his favorite end of the world type movie.