"Hunter, Huntress, Hunted" (closed)

[DeadManTyping]

"Hunter, Huntress, Hunted"

(Closed to AngelEyes1994)​

He'd once been known as Robert Evans. These days, those who knew him called him Hunter. Of course, most of the people who had known him by that name were now dead.

He was a bounty hunter. Some considered him an assassin. Others thought of him as an avenging angel. Hunter didn't care which description was used of him. He only cared that he got compensated for what he did.

What he was doing these days was hunting down a pack of raping, pillaging, murderers. He'd tracked them east from Southern California to the Las Vegas Metro Area on Highway 160. Vegas and its suburbs had once been home to over 2 million people and 125,000 registered businesses. It was no longer.

Hunter guided his old, worn, and weary Harley-Davidson through the Blue Diamond gap of the Desert Hills. As he caught his first glimpses of the distant metropolis, he slowed to a stop. The once glorious gambling capital of the Western United States was no more. Even from this distance, perhaps 8 to 10 miles from the Strip, the death of the city was evident.

The downfall of Las Vegas had begun with Covid-19. The downfall of many cities, states, and countries had been the Coronavirus. Its persistence in mutating and skirting around one vaccine after another had ultimately led to more than 300 million deaths worldwide.

Then, in August 2032, the Big Desert Quakes struck. They'd laid waste to half the structures in Las Vegas -- residential, commercial, industrial. A natural gas fed conflagration in 104 degree temperatures after 8 years of drought burned 70% of the city to the ground.

Hoover Dam had cracked during the 6.2 magnitude jolt. It crumbled three days later during the 8.4 magnitude monster. The source of 90% of Las Vegas's water was gone. Most of the wells providing the rest of the vital liquid were inoperable because of the collapse of the electrical grid.

The quakes had also taken down the Mike O'Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge. The bridge, opened in 2010 to replace the road over the top of Hoover Dam, was the only crossing over the Colorado from the Davis Dam outside Laughlin in the south to the Riverside Road Bridge in the north. With a handful of powerful shakes, Mother Nature had ceased east-west foot and vehicle travel for over 170 miles.

Hunter pulled out a powerful pair of field glasses and began a minutes-long scan of the terrain from north to south and back again. He's seen devastation before, but the change to this area was simply incredible. What hadn't been destroyed by the series of drought fed fires and the Big Desert Quakes had subsequently been destroyed by man.

With no electricity and little petroleum, wood from homes and businesses provided the fuel needed by what remained of the population. Thousands of blocks of residential neighborhoods were now little more than concrete foundations and empty roads. Hunter could see right through the skeletal structures of two of the tall casino hotels that hadn't fully collapsed. Their windows were gone. Their interiors were partially gutted. The rising sun shone right through their hearts.

Hunter would have been saddened about all of this except for one fact: he didn't give a rat's ass. Not about the city nor about the people who'd once thrived here. He had a job to do, a bounty for which he'd already been partially paid. He had men to find. He had heads to severe and return in order to collect the rest of his payment.

Hunter stored away his field glasses, kicked the bike into gear again, and headed down 160 for civilization. He rode unhurriedly, looking for traps and ambushes. His Harley was the post apocalyptic equivalent to a Bugatti Divo. A smaller, more fuel efficient motorcycle might have been more advisable, of course. But the sheer meanness that came with riding into potentially hostile territory on a rumbling HOG more than made up for the negatives of the bike.

He passed entirely through the devastated remains of Enterprise without seeing another human being. The suburb of Vegas had once had a population of over 100,000. Things began to change once he turned north on I-15 toward the Strip. Passing by the long abandoned McCarran airport, he began to see armed men atop overpasses and along sound barrier walls.

They watched him closely, sometimes through rifle scopes. Anyone of them could have taken a shot at him. That is, if they had any ammunition for their weapons. Post apocalyptic movies during the decades flanking the start of the new millennium had often depicted a world in which firearm ammunition was as easy to find as desperate people. It wasn't true. Rifle and pistol ammo was as valuable as gold, maybe more so since the former made taking the latter from someone who didn't want to give it up easier.

In fact, Hunter's up front payment for this bounty had mostly been ammunition. He'd received 20 rounds for his Winchester Model 70 .30-06 rifle. Another 35 rounds gave continued life to his Beretta Model 92FS 9mm. His employers had spared 12 shells for his Mad Max style double barreled, sawed off 12 gauge shotgun, too. The one cartridge they hadn't had available was .45 Colt rounds for the Colt Single Action Army revolver he carried on his hip. The weapon had been known as the Peacemaker since its release in 1873. Despite the more effective weapons in his arsenal, this one was Hunter's favorite.

Hunter reached the Tropicana Avenue overpass before he found himself again slowing his bike to a stop. Overturned freight trailers blocked the freeway. A half dozen men armed with all forms of weapons guarded the entry.

Hunter remained on his idling, upright standing bike as two men approached. One had a shotgun trained on the bike rider. The other carried an AR-15 style assault rifle. Hunter's hand was placed to make a quick draw possible if necessary. They challenged him as expected; they asked who he was, from where he was coming, what was he doing here, etc.

The bounty hunter was well informed about who ran what in this post apocalyptic world. He responded, "I'm here to speak with Carter Wills. I have a message for him."

Hunter could tell by their reaction that he'd mentioned the right name. They requested he dismount the bike. "No. I'll stay on my bike. And you'll take me to Carter Wills."

The two didn't seem to know how to respond. They didn't know Hunter. They didn't know his business with their boss. They chose the safer route. One of them pointed toward a truck trailer blockade, saying, "Weave through there. Stay with your escort, or we'll be taking your corpse to see Mister Wills."

Hunter did as directed. A pickup truck led him up the freeway toward the strip. A second followed. Each had two armed men in them. Every quarter mile or so, they came upon another blockade. Each was more intricate and more heavily guarded.

He hadn't known exactly where they might take him. Honestly, he'd been expecting the destination to be one of the larger hotel-casinos. Ironically, the escort vehicles delivered Hunter to the front of the Senator Theatre. It was a mid-20th century, single screen movie house that had barely sat 500 patrons during its heyday.

The Senator had been built long before the late 20th century earthquake construction and renovation laws. And yet, the theatre had survived the 2032 devastation with just a few broken windows and some crumbling of the façade. It had subsequently survived the fires and random vandalism, too. An up and coming militia born of a Las Vegas gang, which now called themselves the Gamble, eventually adopted the Senator as their base of operations. And, eventually, Carter Wills came to be their leader.

The Senator had a defendable location, which was grand. But it's most valuable asset was its well. The establishment had been built so early in the 20th century that it had actually operated for a decade on a well just behind it in an outbuilding that still stood today. After the Collapse, the Gamble got the well to working again. There had barely been enough of the old aquifer to supply it, but ironically the lack of population and their consumption had brought the water source back to life again.

This well of fresh, clean water was, in fact, the source of Carter Wills' wealth and power. The man could hire every thug with a gun or baseball bat for a hundred miles. But without the water, he was nothing.

His escorts tried to strip Hunter of all his weapons as he'd expected. He'd only given them a glare, though, telling them, "Take me to your boss. If he wants my guns, he can shoot me dead and take them himself."

They sent word to Carter before they ever took Hunter inside the theatre, though. Better safe than sorry. Eventually, they took him inside. Hunter took notice of an array of men and women of all ages and appearances. There were more militia men with firearms, bows, crossbows, and a variety of blunt and edged weapons. There were women who were obviously whores; some were actually engaged in their trade as Hunter passed by.

Inside the main theatre hall, most of the 500 or so seats had been removed. The big room was now more or less a tavern. There was a long bar behind which were hundreds of bottles that looked as though they contained only a handful of different alcoholic beverages. An open kitchen occupied one corner. Gambling tables filled yet another.

A sign reading General Store hung on one wall. Behind a chain link fence barrier meant to keep out shoplifters were a shelf units filled with a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Hunter took note of things he hadn't seen in years out in the world.

He also took note of the woman beyond the fence. She looked to possibly still be in her late teens, and she was the most incredible creature Hunter had seen in years. One of his escorts noticed that Hunter's eyes had been drawn to the young beauty. He stepped up into the bounty hunter's personal space.

"If you look at her that way again, I'll dig your eyes out with a spoon," the man growled menacingly at Hunter. "If you ever put your hands on her, I'll cut off your balls and replace your eyes with them. Understand?"

Hunter's lips widened in an amused smile. Without looking to the woman, he asked her, "Is this your man, Miss."

"I am," the guy answered.

The woman quickly countered him, though. The escort continued, "She's been promised to me by Mister Wills, and she knows that."

The woman again spoke her piece, which only resulted in the man chastising her, then adding, "You're of age now, Angel! Three days! Your pussy's been waiting for me for three days, and it ain't gonna have to wait anymore now that I'm back from 'Zona."

The man looked back to Hunter, smirked devilishly, then finished, "I've been working a collection job for Mister Wills, one good'nuff that he gave me that sweet piece of virgin pussy. Tonight."

His smiled widened. "Tonight, virgin no more."

"Oh my dear God!" a male voice called down from the balcony. There was delight in his voice as he asked knowingly, "Is that Robert Evans I see?"

Hunter didn't hurry to turn away from the escort. He looked upwards to find a man about his age leaning over the balcony railing. He responded in a casual voice, "Carter Wills. Been a while."

"Three years!" Carter responded. They chatted back and forth about the last time they'd seen each other. It hadn't been a good day for either of them. But they'd gone their separate ways respecting each other. There was a pause. Carter asked with just a touch of suspicion, "What brings you to Vegas, Robert?"

"Looking for work," Hunter answered. It was a lie, which Carter might suspect. "I need a job."

Carter studied the bounty hunter a moment. With feigned disappointment, he said, "Sorry, friend. I don't have anything for you."

"A man like you, doing what you do," Hunter went on, "doesn't have one position available for an old friend?"

"Nope!" Carter said with humor and a smile. "I have all the men I--"

In a flash, Hunter drew his Colt and leveled it. Without looking away from Carter, he pulled the trigger. A round went through the skull of the man who'd been looking forward to getting his cock wet inside the pretty store clerk. The Gamble militiaman fell to the floor like a rag doll.

Two dozen men, startled by what just happened, pulled weapons of all sorts in anticipation of being told to kill the murderous newcomer. But almost before the dead man hit the ground, Carter Wills' voice echoed through the big hall, "Stop!"

A tense moment followed. Carter called down more calmly, "I guess there is one position open after all."

He looked to one of the men who'd escorted Hunter into town. "Bring him to my office. And have the girl bring us food and whiskey, too."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angela "Angel" Vance
18 years old
5'4", 101#, 32B-22-34; petite and tight

(Note: she won't be dressed as in the image above, obviously. Picture her in what you see with a tube top to match the skirt.)


Angel knew there was going to be trouble the moment the stranger made eye contact with her and Willy noticed it. It was probably why she gave the man a flirty little smile, making sure that Willy noticed that, too! With any luck, the two of them would get into a fight and the stranger would kill Willy.

They Gods were smiling on her this day, not that Angel knew that yet.

She'd been dreading Willy's return from Arizona for days. She had no idea what his mission to the neighboring state was, but she'd known that it was going to benefit Carter so incredibly that Carter had promised her to Willy.

She may have appeared to the casual observer as just another pretty girl, but Angel had something few beautiful women her age did: her purity. Carter Wills first met and subsequently learned of Angel's innocence when she was barely 13. He'd given her parents what amounted to a fortune in this day and age, a trade they'd made after he'd vowed that Angel would remain a virgin until she was 18. She'd been protected and treated with great kindness by Carter over the past 5 years, and never once had her Patron made any attempt at becoming intimate with her.

Angel had always assumed Carter would make her his woman once she'd reached 18, which she had just 3 days ago. Carter had thrown her a birthday party like nothing she'd ever seen before: decorations, guests, music, dancing, and more gifts than she'd received throughout the entirety of her 18 years on this planet. After the party, Angel had gone to her room -- it had once been the theater's projection room -- and waited nervously for Carter to come to her, to deflower her.

And yet, he didn't. Angel didn't understand, but at the same time she didn't question it. Maybe he'd come to her bed the next day, when he had more energy? But that didn't happen either. Instead, when she joined him in his quarters for breakfast, Carter told Angel that she would be given to one of his Lieutenants: Willy.

"Why, Carter, why would you do that to me?" she'd pleaded, dropping before him on her knees as her eyes filled with tears. She nearly said I'd rather be yours but caught herself; it would have sounded as she was saying he was the least of two horrors. Instead, she simply begged, "Please, don't do this, Carter. Please"

But she'd been told it was a done deal; Willy had done something for his boss that warranted his being granted one of Carter's greatest treasures. For three days, Angel's mind had been reeling with thoughts of how to get out of this arranged marriage with Willy. In the end, all she'd had to do was smile. Angel had flinched and let out a short, sharp shriek at the sound of the gun shot. Her eyes had grown wide and her mouth fell open as Willy dropped to the floor, dead before he'd gone still. Her heart was pounding a million beats a minute. And a moment later she was smiling at the realization that she'd been saved by the most incredible stroke of luck.

"Mister Wills wants you upstairs," one of the other Lieutenants said after the stranger had been escorted away. The man told her to put together a tray of food and draw a pitcher of cold water from the pump house. "And whiskey. The good stuff."

She did as told, gathering the food and drink and making her way up the wide stairs to the balcony level. But instead of heading directly for Carter's quarters, she set the tray down on a table in an alcove and hurried to her own quarters. There, she stripped off all of her jewelry and clothes and took a quick sponge bath, drying off and dabbing some flower-scented water on various parts of her. This was the first time Angel had made herself pretty for a man other than Carter Wills.

She turned to the massive mirror that filled a third of one wall to look herself over.
The mirror was simply incredible; Carter had traded water, food, and a week of unlimited services from his brothel whores to a crew of men who'd very carefully transported it from one of the casinos here to this room. It was the biggest mirror Angel had ever seen; it was probably the biggest mirror left after the earthquakes, actually.

Angel dressed again. She wore a strapless tube top that highlighted her firm, B-cups breasts and their nipples, which seemed hard and swollen 24/7 but were even more so now. She donned thong panties, then boy shorts over those, then a short skirt over those; the top and skirt matched, and like the former, the latter clung to her curves incredibly. She was a petite girl, but her the curves of her body were delicious, including her tight, pear shaped ass.

She hurried back to the tray, then down the hall to Carter's room. The bodyguard standing outside the entrance looked her over hungrily; they all did, all the time. He opened the door, and Angel entered, moving up to the end of her patron's big desk to set the tray down. She smiled to the stranger again, then blushed as she poured them each a tumbler of whiskey and a separate glass of cool water. Setting the containers before each man, Angel then put together two little plates of munchies and moved them closer to the men as well.

Finally, she moved over to stand at Carter's side, which she often did when he was entertaining people other than his own Lieutenants. And she just smiled to the stranger. She blushed again because of the thoughts bouncing about inside her skull: from the moment she'd seen Willy on the ground, one side of his skull blown out, blood flooding the floor, and his chance of ever putting his cock inside her gone, Angel had already known that she wanted to be this stranger's woman.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter had had his pick of three chairs on the near side of his host's desk. He inconspicuously scanned the room. A dark painting low on the wall behind Carter gave a reflected view of the door behind him from the right most seat. He took it.

When the girl entered, Hunter watched her in the reflection. When she reached the desk, he looked to Carter, finding the man looking at him with a knowing smirk. Hunter wanted to check out the teen's backside as she leaned over the desk, working. But he resisted. He gained more by trading stares with Carter than he did ogling the girl's tight ass.

"This is Angela," the head of the Gamble militia said only after she moved to his side. Carter reached an arm around her waist, resting his hand upon her hip. It was the most intimate he'd ever been with her. Well, he had sometimes kissed her forehead. But it had always been more of a fatherly kiss than anything else. He added, "We call her Angel, because she most definitely is one. Say hello to my long time friend, Robert Evans."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Angela," Hunter said, using the girl's given name. He hoped it would set him aside from the other men in her life. He leaned forward to take up the water, saying, "Thank you for the treats."

Carter leaned his head to look up at the girl. Hunter took the opportunity to let his eyes take a walk up and down her. She was simply delicious. And she's a virgin, too, he thought, recalling Willy's statement downstairs before his brains were splattered all about.

"What brings you to Vegas," Carter asked again. "And don't tell me you're looking for work. I know you better than that."

Hunter didn't immediately give an answer. At least, not a complete answer. Hunter didn't believe that the men he was chasing worked for Carter. Carter wasn't above using violence to benefit himself. But Hunter didn't know a more Law and Order man still living in this savage world than Carter Wills.

But Hunter had neither seen nor spoken to Carter in three years. Who knew what the man might do to secure the world around himself. Hunter said, "I'm looking for a couple of guys. They killed some girls in cold blood. Raped them. I've been hired to bring them to justice."

"Kill them," Carter said knowingly. When Hunter didn't respond, the militia leader asked, "Need a machete, or you got one already."

Hunter only smiled. Carter knew him too well. "I'll find one, but thanks."

"I'll help you find these men," Carter offered seemingly sincere. "Do you know their names? Affiliations? Vehicles? Can you describe them to my scouts."

Hunter didn't for a second consider showing Carter the drawing. Instead he tapped his temple and said, "All in here. I'll know them when I see them again.

Carter looked up to the young beauty beside him. "Go prepare the guest room for Robert, please, Angel. Food, water, liquor, clean bedding. The works."

The host looked to his guest, asking, "Would you prefer I sent a brunette, a redhead, or a blonde to keep you warm tonight."

Even though he hadn't meant to do so, Hunter glances for just a flash at the young beauty standing just feet before him.

"Or, one of each?" Carter continued after having seen the glance. "I'd do that for a friend, of course."

"That's kind, but I think I just need rest tonight," Hunter said, standing. He drained his water, then his tumbler of booze, and picked up a small sandwich-like treat. He thanked Angel, then asked, "Which way?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel blushed again at her patron's compliment of her. When their guest said it was a pleasure to meet her -- using her full name, not the nickname -- she felt an even stronger blush fill her cheeks and even her neck. Meekly, she responded, "Thank you, Mister Evans."

As the conversation about Hunter's reason for coming to Las Vegas continued, Angel's gaze was set on the man opposite Carter. She would sometimes divert her eyes when he looked; sometimes she only smiled to him instead. When Hunter said he had the faces of the men he was seeking in his head, Angel thought he looked like he was holding something back. He doesn't trust Carter, she thought to herself.

"Go prepare the guest room for Robert, please, Angel. Food, water, liquor, clean bedding. The works."

"Of course," she responded obediently. When Carter offered Hunter the use of one or more of the brothel whores, a chill ran up her spine. She was desperate for the man to turn down free, skanky pussy, and when he did, she was so delighted that she couldn't hide the slight smile that spread her lips. As Hunter stood and asked which way the were heading, Angel looked to Carter for dismissal -- he smiled, nodded, and patted her back -- and then she headed for the door, saying, "Come this way, Mister Evans."

Angel led Hunter down the short hall, across the front of the balcony -- most of which was storage but some of which was open air bedding for the Gamble -- and into another hallway. All the way, one of the Gamble bodyguards followed the pair, and when they neared the door a second elite militiaman was standing nearby. The door at which she stopped had a heavy duty padlock securing a swing arm fastener.

Angela gestured to the second man, and he handed her the key. She unfastened the lock, removed it, swung open the arm, then relocked the lock on the clasp. The man who'd had the key waggled his fingers for its return, but Angela didn't abide by his request.

"Mister Evans is a friend of Mister Will's," she told him. "He will not be locked in."

Angel ignored the dirty look from the man and led Hunter inside. It had once been a storage space but now was actually relatively comfortably appointed, with a king sized bed, a couch, chair, and coffee table seating area, and a makeshift shower stall that was served by a 50 gallon barrel up high on a hand built 2x4 frame.

"I'll have wood brought in for the stove," she said gesturing to the item that was under the barrel. "It takes a couple of hours for the bath water to reach a comfortable temperature, but it's better than a cold sponge bath."

She spoke about the other things Carter had promised him, then stood back to simply eye Hunter with a smile that was meant to tell him that she was happy he was here and, also, that she was in no hurry to leave.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter found it an absolute joy to follow behind Angel. Her narrow waist and long, athletic legs highlighted the swing of her perfect ass. His cock was hardening by the time they reached their destination.

It was also a joy to see how she handled the guards. It was obvious that Carter took the security of the establishment serious. It was also obvious that Angel held some power, despite her age and gender.

Inside the room, she explained the amenities, then simply stood their looking at him. Hunter smiled a bit wider. He set his long guns aside, shed his coat, and pulled the Beretta from his back. He set it on the little dining table in the middle of the room.

"Ignore all of that," he said, trying to dismiss the small arsenal. "Just tools of the trade."

Hunter surveyed the room a bit more. He looked back to Angel, finding her still looking at him. His lips spread again. It was obvious she didn't want to leave. Hunter was in no hurry to see her go either. He wasn't sure exactly what to say to begin a conversation, though.

"So, Willy," he finally spoke. "I hope I didn't just rob you of your beloved soul mate."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was happy not to be immediately dismissed from Hunter's company. She'd met him less than half an hour ago, and yet she already knew he was the first man she was happy to have known since her own father. When he asked about Willy, Angel couldn't help but laugh. Then, remembering how awful seeing him laying there like that had been, she became a little less jubilant.

She said, "Beloved soul mate. No, not hardly."

She looked toward the door as if fearful the men outside would hear her, then told Hunter, "I don't know what Carter's thinking was regarding giving me away to Willy. I've belonged to him, to Carter, for three years, and then three days ago, two actually, he suddenly tells me I'm going to be Willy's girl. I'd always thought that when I was no longer jail bait, I'd be Carter's girl."

After a moment of thought, Angel said, "Thank you, Mister Evans. For, you know, Willy."

She looked to her hands, the fingers of which had began fumbling before her nervously at some point. She'd just thanked a total stranger for killing a man she knew, simply because she now didn't have to open her thighs to him for the foreseeable future.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter didn't find Angel's thanks for killing Willy unusual. That was what he did, of course. Oh, he performed tasks other than executions, of course. But hunting down bad guys was the main way he supported himself these days.

They stared at each other again for a bit before Hunter asked, "This might be too personal, so tell me to screw off if you would like. How did you come to ... belong to Carter? And ... why do you suppose he was giving you to Willy?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Hunter asked, "How did you come to ... belong to Carter?"

Angel looked down to the floor again, a wave of shame overwhelming her in an instant. It wasn't her fault that she was essentially a slave, nor was it her parents' fault for having been so desperate that they'd essentially sold her into that slavery. Still, it was a difficult thing about which to speak for her, as most people would likely imagine.

"My parents..." Angel began, pausing. As she spoke, she occasionally made eye contact with Hunter. "My father got hurt. My mother got sick. We didn't have enough to eat. One of the Gamble Lieutenants had seen me, thought I looked nice. I was thirteen. Carter arrived a couple of days later and made an offer. He would protect me and my innocence until I was 18, then I'd become his girl. In return, my parents all they needed: a safe piece of property, a weekly water delivery, food, and more.

"All I had to do was serve Carter," Angel said, her eyes on the floor again. "Not in his bed, of course. Not until I was legal age. He never touched me, not once. He killed men who tried, enough of them that they stopped. Most of the Gamble won't be seen alone with me, fearful they'll get their nuts cut off. But I serve him nonetheless. I cook for him, wash his clothes, help run the General Store. Stuff like that."

When she went quiet, Hunter asked Angel, "And ... why do you suppose he was giving you to Willy?"

She shook her head before answering, "I dunno. He did something for Carter. Something big. He was away for a few weeks, east, in Arizona. Took a couple of dozen Gamble with him. Only Willy and a couple of guys came back. I think they all got killed, but I dunno. No one talks about it."

Angel contemplated her situation a moment, then added, "I don't think Carter was ever going to make me his girl. I think, maybe, I dunno. I think maybe he didn't see me that way. I think maybe I was always gonna be a gift for someone like Willy and he just never told me so."

Angel flinched at the sound of a hard knock at the door, followed by it opening and one of the guards saying, "Carter wants you, now."

She turned without question, but then stopped at the door. She glared at the guard, then slammed the door in his face before turning back to Hunter. In barely more than a whisper, Angel said boldly, "Now that Willy's dead, I'm not anyone's gift. 'Cept, of course, if someone else was to do something big for him."

Angel gave Hunter a knowing smile, opened the door, told the guard to fuck off, and departed. She hurried away to Carter's quarters, arriving to find him in his bath tub being washed by one of his two mistresses, Abigail, who was naked in the tub with him. Angel dropped her gaze; in three years, she'd only ever seen him in a state of undress a dozen or so times, each time believing that maybe that was the day he would trespass against her innocence.

"You wanted to see me, Mister Wills?" she asked meekly.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter understood Angel's story regarding her family. He'd seen similar tales more times than he could remember. The pre-Collapse world had been hard for the female gender. It had never been anything like the world now, though. Girls and women had so few protections anymore. Most had to have a man to watch over them, a father or brother or husband.

He'd come across a few communities where females had a level of personal power and equality and, thus, protection from abuse and rape. But those places were far and few between. Females in most areas with curves to their bodies were just a warm, wet place for a man to park his dick at night.

Hunter was genuinely surprised to learn that Carter had promised to protect Angel until she was 18 years of age. Jail bait, Angel had called herself. That had made Hunter smile. Statutory rape was a moot concept anymore. A girl was lucky if she made it to 14 before she lost her innocence, whether it be to rape or to marriage or to both.

Although Hunter didn't know it yet, Carter guarded the physical privacy of each and every female living in his realm. Law #1 in his unwritten but very much enforced Book of Law & Order was that females under 18 were off limits to males unless the relationship had been sanctioned by Carter himself.

There were some girls who prostituted themselves out of desperation, of course. No girl spent her early years saying When I grow up, I want to be a whore. But Carter went out of his way to bring these women into his service, his non-sexual service. More than 60% of the people in his employ were female. A lot of them had come into Carter's care to avoid or escape prostitution. He was proud of that fact.

What Angel had to say about Willy piqued Hunter's curiosity. What could the man and his squad have been doing in Arizona that was worth something -- someone -- as valuable as Angel? She was young, beautiful, and pure. She was just what every man dreamed of as they beat their pud and sent a spray of seed out before them.

Hunter was disappointed to find she was leaving so soon, but his spirits lifted when she made what he was certain was an intimate proposal to him. He wanted to respond in some fashion. But what would he have said? Yes, I'd very much like to be the first man to shove his cock inside you.

The door went shut again without Angel in the room with him. Hunter took a few minutes to survey the room. He'd be comfortable here for a few days. He put each of his weapons in a different location. If he got an unwelcomed visitor, he wanted to be able to get to one of them no matter where he was in the room.

Hunter wedged one of the chairs under the door handle to slow down any uninvited guests. He removed it when a pair of women delivered more firewood and started the fire under the water barrel. They made it clear that they were available for special service if he wanted.

Hunter thanked them but declined the invitation. He noted that one of them had set her eyes on the tray filled with food. He asked simply, "Hungry?"

They both indicated they were. Hunter gestured them to sit and told them, "Eat it all. I'm not hungry."

He was lying, of course. Hunter hadn't had a full meal in three days. But he was fairly sure that these women could probably use the calories as much as he could. He chatted with them about life in Vegas while they ate. They were both cautious about what they said about Carter. Hunter wasn't surprised about that either.

When they were done, they offered to help him bathe again. Again, Hunter politely denied them. They left, smiling at their happiness at the encounter. Hunter spent a few more minutes surveying the room. He looked for secret peep holes and found two. He found a way to cover each of them.

With the water lukewarm, he stripped and took a shower. The two whores had brought him a change of clothes. It felt good to have clean underwear on. He washed his in creek water whenever he got the chance. But these clothes had been washed with soap, possibly even real life laundry soap from years gone by.



"You wanted to see me, Mister Wills?"

Carter opened his eyes, gently moving Abigail aside for a better view. He didn't do this often, presenting himself undressed. He had wanted others to believe that Angel was in fact still pure of body. Being naked with her wouldn't help with that goal.

He asked the servant to give him a moment with Angel. The naked woman rose from the tub, donned a long robe, and left the room. The thin cloth of the gown clung delightfully to her womanly features. When she was gone, Carter told the teen, "I need you to do me a favor, Angel."

She responded as he expected. Carter continued, "My friend is in town for a reason. It's not to work for me, I can tell you that. I need you to stick close to him. I need you to find out why he's here. And I need you to tell me what you've learned. Can you do that for me?"

Carter knew the answer would be in the affirmative, of course, and continued. "I have protected you for more than 5 years, Angel. You are no longer a girl. You are a grown woman. A beautiful, sexy, young woman."

He looked her up and down for a moment, contemplating what it would be like to have his own cock deep inside her yet-penetrated pussy. But Carter only had to snap his fingers to have pussy lining up at his bedroom door. Angel was a treasure to be spent properly.

"I want you to go to my friend, and I want you to make him happy," he said. After making eye contact with her, he asked pointedly, "You understand my meaning, yes?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I need you to do me a favor, Angel."

"Of course, Mister Wills," the teen responded without hesitation. She often found herself concerned with what favors Carter might ask of her and with good reason. Once he had her slip a little something into the drink of a competitor for power in the Las Vegas region, an act that led to the man's subsequent torture, killing, and dismemberment. Another time he'd had her dance about in the street in a rather suggestive manner, causing a sniper who was there to assassinate Carter to lift his head up just enough for a Gamble sniper to shoot for the kill instead. She added as she always did, "Anything you want."

Carter explained his concerns about Hunter, asked her to spy on him, and then made it clear that she was to do anything necessary to get the information he needed from his friend.

"...I want you to make him happy," he said. "You understand my meaning, yes?"

Angel had looked up but now returned her gaze to the floor between them. After a moment she clarified his statement, "You want me to seduce your friend. You want me to offer him my body."

It was more of a statement than it was a question.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"You want me to seduce your friend," Angel said with obvious understanding. "You want me to offer him my body."

"Yes, Angel, yes I do," Carter said with a matter of fact tone. "Can you do that for me?"

As she was answering, Carter rose up out of the tub. Water cascaded down his body, which was lean with several scars. He carefully walked Angel's way, mindful of the water dripping to the potentially slick tile floor. Carter only stopped when he was less than a foot from the young beauty.

"Look into my eyes, please, Angel," he directed softly. When she did, Carter said in an almost fatherly tone, "You are very nearly a woman now, Angel. You're not just any woman, though. You're special. I speak not only of your physical purity."

Carter reached a still wet hand out toward her bosom. He touched his fingers to the skin over her sternum; his palm pressed between the firm flesh of her firm breasts. "I speak of what is in here. In your heart. In your soul. Any man would give dearly to have you as his woman. You excite men simply with your presence."

He pulled his hand back and looked downward. His cock had filled with just enough blood to make it rise up to nearly a horizontal position. He chuckled softly. "See what you do to me? You do this to me, and I have no intention of having you in the way all men wish they could.

"I raised you for something meaningful, for a purpose," Carter continued, turning away to retrieve his towel to dry off. "I thought that purpose was to show appreciation to Willy for his loyalty to me, but -- after my friend's arrival -- that seems a bit moot to be considering now, doesn't it?"

He donned a pair of boxer-briefs after slipping into a rob. He turned again and headed back to Angel. "Robert Evans is a very unique man. He's a very dangerous man. I need to know anything and everything you can learn from him. And if that means you seducing him, Angel, then that's what you will do."

Carter took Angel's face in his hands and kissed her forehead as he often did. "Go make me proud, daughter. And I will speak with you in the morning."

He'd never called Angel daughter before. And he'd caught her reaction to hearing the word from him. Carter took Angel into his arms for an intimate hug. The feel of his now almost rock hard cock against her belly was anything but fatherly. After a long moment, Carter backed up, turned, and went off to do other things, saying to her, "I love you, Angel. Never forget that. Now, go ahead. Go to Robert, please."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel diverted her eyes as her master rose up out of the bathtub, naked as can be, of course, and not at all concerned about his condition. She wasn't thinking it at the moment, but later she would realize that this was the first time he'd ever shown his naked -- or partially so -- body to her with intention; the past couple of dozen occurrences had been incidental to whatever task she'd arrived to perform while he'd been in a state of undress.

By the time he was standing directly before her, Angel's heart was pounding fiercely and she was trembling inside. Had Carter decided that he would take her after all? Angel had been expecting this for the better part of five years. Oh sure, Carter had told her repeatedly during her time in his care that she would never be touched by a man -- let alone by him -- while she was a minor. And she hadn't been. But she was 18 years plus 3 days old now; it was time for her to become a woman in the most physical of senses, according to what Carter had been telling her all this time.

When he reached out and pressed his hand to her bosom, Angel drew a deep breath in excitement. It was a reaction of fear, not delight. Again, she wasn't thinking about it now, but later she would consider this very moment and make a realization: she'd begun this day, with the return of Willy, dreading the fact that her virginity was to be taken from her, and yet after the Gambler's death by the hand of the stranger, Hunter, Angel was very eager to finally know what it meant to be a taken woman.

When Carter told her that she excited men simply with your presence, Angel couldn't help but smile a bit, despite her heart still pounding like a woodpecker's beak on a tree and her body trembling like the Big Desert Quakes that predated her birth. Angel was well aware of how men looked at her; she was well aware of how badly they wanted her in that way; she was well aware that they fantasized about her when they fucked the brothel whores (because a couple of them had told her after the fact that as the men had been pounding away at their pussies, they were calling out Angel's name instead).

It had been a burden to her to be sought after so universally. Angel's movements about the Gamble Lands had always included protective escort, either by her master or by the handful of Lieutenants he trusted with her innocence. She'd never been allowed to enjoy what little beauty their still existed in the world without someone standing nearby to ensure she remained safe. Four times in her life with him, Carter had taken her to the banks of the Colorado to enjoy the cool water and the singing birds and the scurrying little ground creatures, and yet she'd never fully enjoyed it because of the armed men standing nearby, watching over her. The beauty of nature, she'd been told as a small child, was to be enjoyed alone, in peace. Angel hadn't had that, hadn't experienced that wondrous feeling since she'd been in her single digit ages.

"See what you do to me?" Carter said when he looked down.

Angel innocently followed Carter's gaze downward, caught sight of his swelling cock, and again diverted her eyes. Again, her naivete struck a blow, causing her to again draw another deep, quick breath of surprise. During those two dozen or so times when she'd spied Carter's body, she'd gotten a quick glimpse of his manhood about half of those occasions. Sometimes it had been incidental, just as seeing had been in the first place. But there had been a few times when she'd intentionally sought a view of his cock. It was curiosity, of course: men had a penis, women had a pussy, and each of the genders liked to look at that the other possessed. It was natural.

But in all those times, Angel had never seen Carter's cock hardened like it was now. In the past, it had simply dangled there; now, though, it was standing out nearly horizontal with the floor, pointing directly at her as if to say You, I want you, please me, please me now. Angel wouldn't know how to if she wanted, though. Oh sure, she understood the basics of sexual intercourse; she wasn't that naïve. She even knew what a blow job was, having seen enough of them taking place in the more shadowy areas of the Senator's Ballroom, as the former theatre seating area was now called. But Angel wouldn't have had any idea of how to initiate what Carter would want from a woman if that was his reason for standing before her naked, hard, and dripping from the bath.

But he instead told her he wouldn't be having her today, and instead explained in detail what he wanted her to do with Hunter in service to himself. Then he shocked Angel by referring to her as his daughter. Carter had never called her that. It confused her as Carter was sending her to his friend's bed while also standing naked before her with an erection caused by his sexual excitement for her.

Then, to only confuse Angel further, Carter took her into his arms, kissed her forehead, and told her he loved her, while his cock pressed so obviously against her body. Between the lower reach of her tube top and the upper hem of her skirt, the teen could feel the shape and heat of Carter's cock against her soft, cool flesh. A second realization came to her when her master's manhood seemed to twitch, causing her to feel his dangling balls against her skin as well.

It was shocking, and all Angel could do was stand there, silent and still, experiencing this most strange of moments.

"I love you, Angel," Carter reassured her in a sincere voice after turning and walking away. She watched his backside, which was rather nice to view, before hearing him add, "Never forget that. Now, go ahead. Go to Robert, please."

"Yes, Mister Wills," she said softly. She turned, heading for the door not hurriedly but most certainly quicker than normal. Outside, she found one of Carter's Lieutenants -- likely to become Willy's replacement as Number 1 -- and another guard, as well as the bathing Mistress. She told the woman as she hurried by, "Mister Wills would like you to finish him off."

Angel hadn't meant finish his bath, of course; she'd meant finish him off sexually. And although Carter hadn't actually directed her to send the woman back inside, Angel was eager to have him service before he came to his senses and decided he wanted to put his cock inside her pussy instead.

As the other woman returned to Carter's quarters, Angel hurried to her own. When she closed the door behind her, she held her hands out before her and could see them trembling. She couldn't recall a time that she'd been so emotionally wracked. Lowering against the door until her buttocks were on the old, ancient hardwood plank flooring, Angel just sat there for the longest time, considering what had just happened, as well as what was about to happen.



"May I come in?" Angel asked Hunter after she'd knocked on the door and he'd opened it. She had a second tray full of food and drink. "I have your dinner. And, I was hoping we could talk."

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter hadn't actually expected Angel to return to his room tonight. He wanted her, he thought she wanted him, but in the end it was Carter Wills who was in control of who got whom or didn't. It was obvious that the Gamble leader had big plans for the young temptress. Hunter doubted very much that they involved him, though.

"May I come in?" Angel asked after she had indeed surprised him with her return. "I have your dinner. And, I was hoping we could talk."

Hunter gave the very attentive guard outside a short glare, then backed up and swung the door open wider. "Of course, Angela. Come in."

He closed the door behind her. She was dressed in the same clothes as early. He couldn't help but look her up and down with hunger. She was small, petite. But Angel had all the right curves in all the right places. And once again, his cock to began hardening at the thoughts of what he could do with this sexy young woman.

Hunter helped Angela clean up the plates and cups from earlier. There wasn't a crumb left on them after the visit from the two hungry whores. He gestured her to the second chair, then sat opposite her. Smiling, he asked, "What would you like to talk about, Angela?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel could feel Hunter's eyes on her, despite having her back turned to him. There was something in his lack of movement from the door and the silence that had come to be after he'd ushered her inside. She didn't mind, of course; Angel had decided before she left her room that she would be undressing for the newcomer tonight. Carter wanted it; Hunter most assuredly wanted it; deep in her own, frightened, trembling body, Angel wanted it, too.

While she'd been considering her master's request that she make Hunter happy, something important had finally occurred to Angel: just as Robert Evans was a hunter, she was a huntress. Angel had never thought this way before this day, because she'd been living the live of a slave since shortly after entering her teens. She'd always done as she was told, and she'd rarely if ever thought of a life beyond what she had or was going to have once she reached an adult age and became Carter's lover.

But suddenly, Angel realized that if she played this right -- if she performed as a proper huntress -- Hunter was going to be more than her short term lover, a source of information to be provided to Carter so that her master could decide whether to permanently hire on the dangerous rogue or have him killed instead. If Angel could conduct the next hours and days right, she might be able to take Hunter as her prey, escape this life forever, and save him in the process.

"What would you like to talk about, Angela?" the man said after they'd sat down opposite each other.

Angel smiled politely as she began pouring two glasses full of clean fresh water, then dividing the meal's offerings between two plates. She waited until she was finished and dinner was ready to be devoured before she said softly but bluntly, "Carter has asked me to offer myself to you, asked me to be your lover, and I have chosen to do so."

She hesitated a moment, smiling as -- once again -- she felt herself beginning to tremble deep inside. With a hopeful tone, she finished, "Would you like that, Mister Evans?"

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter hadn't been sure what Angel was going to say. He'd fantasized about it, of course. That looked she'd given him when she'd left earlier. The comment about no longer belonging to Willy after Hunter had blown the man's brains out with his quick drawn Colt. What ever he thought or fantasized Angel might say, it surely hadn't been the blunt and bold statement, "Carter has asked me to offer myself to you, asked me to be your lover, and I have chosen to do so."

He stared at her intently. His eyes were trying to bore a hole to her mind, her heart, her soul, or all three. Hunter was desperate to know what Angel truly felt about this arrangement she'd made with Carter.

"Would you like that, Mister Evans?"

The answer to that question wasn't just Yes, I would, Angela. It was Oh Jesus fucking Christ, yes, yes, absolutely, I'd love to fuck you, you incredible, perfect, beautiful, sexy Angel you.

But rather than answer her question, Hunter asked, "Would you, Angela?"

Hunter hesitated just a couple of seconds, then clarified his question, "Is this what you want for yourself, Angela? Or is this what you want for Carter Evans?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Is this what you want for yourself, Angela?" Hunter asked.

Before the man asked his second question, Angel had begun to part her lips in preparation to give her simple but honest answer: Yes.

But Hunter continued, "Or is this what you want for Carter Evans?"

Now, however, Angel did pause, though only for a few seconds. She was fully confident that she wanted to be Hunter's woman, or more specifically, for Hunter to be her man. She'd never wanted anything more in her life. Well, almost: when she'd been 6 years old, she'd seen her first and only pony and had even be allowed to ride on it, and she'd fallen so in love with it that for the next three or four years she'd bugged her parents repeatedly to either get her one or take her back to where she'd had her one and only chance of riding one. That hadn't happened, and even though Angel had finally let the dream fade away, she still remembered that day of riding the magical animal along the plateau bank, looking down upon the Southern Colorado river.

"It's what I want for me, Mister Evans," Angel said. Her eyes were down, staring toward her plate but realistically looking at nothing at all. She raised her gaze to Hunter's eyes, repeating, "It's what I want for me."

She could have said more, more about her recently conceived ideas and goals that featured Hunter as a central part. But instead, Angel only smiled politely to the man and went back to eating her dinner.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"It's what I want for me, Mister Evans," Angel answered.

Hunter studied the girl's expression. She sounded sincere. But she looked nervously uncertain. No. No, she looked flat out frightened. She repeated her answer. Then, she simply went silent and began eating her meal.

The bounty hunter and sometime assassin did the same. But he paid less attention to the simple meal than he did the amazing woman. Hunter could sense the awkward silence growing. He asked Angel some random questions about herself, her family, and her life here.

She answered some of his inquiries. Others she held back information. Hunter didn't press. She'd tell him more in the future if she wanted. He asked her about what she would refer to as Gamble Land. Hunter was initially surprised to learn that she knew as much as she did. But she'd lived here, close to Carter, for almost 5 years. Angel had had to pick up information, whether passively or actively.

Gamble Land, as Carter's controlled territory had become nicknamed, was over 10 square miles in size. The Las Vegas Convention Center, now little more than rubble, was at its center. Gamble land included residential and commercial neighborhoods, mostly looted rubble; two golf courses, overgrown with weeds and by both wild and feral animals; and casinos, also mostly rubble due to the 2032 Quakes and, like the rest of Las Vegas, looted for anything and everything valuable.

Angel didn't know exactly how many men Carter had in his militia. Hunter estimated it had to be at least 60 and possibly as much as 200. He couldn't know how well armed they were. And he didn't know how truly loyal they were.

Aside from the armed men, though, Carter ruled over hundreds of other men, women, and children. And they were loyal to a fault because of their dependence on Carter's true source of power: his control of clean water sources.

After the collapse of the Hoover Dam and the permanent draining of Lake Mead, rain (which was minimal, obviously) and the aquifer (which had been severely depleted over the past century) were the only water sources available. Carter's predecessor had gained control of every underground water source in what would become Gamble Land. He'd done so through violence and, less often, negotiation.

Carter slit his former boss's throat one night in a coup d'état. The Gamble leader had simply become too violent and unpredictable for Carter. Hunter knew some of this on his own, from his previous friendship with the man. The discussion with Angel filled in some of the missing pieces.

After that, Carter had taken a softer approach to dealing with the citizens of Gamble Land. He still controlled water distribution, of course. But he'd allowed others to maintain control of their sources under the watchful eye of the Gamble Guard.

They were still talking at the dining table long after they'd quit dining. A silence came between them. Hunter stood and reached out for Angel's hand. When he got it, he walked her to the door.

"I want nothing more than to be with you right now, Angela," he said in a sincere tone. Moving nearer her, Hunter slipped one hand around her waist, pulled her even nearer, then leaned down to press his mouth softly to hers. He could feel her entire being tremble. He pulled back, smiled, and said, "If you would prefer to leave, though, I would understand. I will not pressure you to be my lover. And if you are determined to be my lover, something I would treasure, something I would do my best to ensure you didn't regret, I want you to know that that doesn't have to happen right now, tonight. I'll wait."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The silence between them had become deafening, a saying her mother had used often when she and Angel's father had argued about the family's future. Angel's mother, Sophia, had been a beautiful woman all her life, despite the harsh world in which she and most everyone else had had to grow up. She, like Angel today, had caught the eye of men often, even as she neared her 3rd decade of life. More than one man-of-means had offered Sophia some form of compensation for laying with him, either once or on a permanent basis, presuming they enjoyed her company in bed.

After her husband was injured but before she herself took ill, Sophia had told her husband she'd begun sleeping with a local militia leader. It had led to frequent arguments, but it had also led to an influx of good food, water, fuel, and other resources the family had either been going without or was about to. Angel didn't understand all that was happening, of course; she'd only been 11 and 12 while this was happening. She knew it all had something to do with why her mother sometimes didn't come home at night; she knew it had something to do with all the compensation that her mother was earning, seemingly without having any experience in, well, anything other than caring for a family.

Once when Angel asked about her absences, Sophia lied and said she was helping to care for a woman who'd taken ill. But Angel had seen her father's reaction, and she'd seen them fight about a man she herself didn't know. Angel was too inexperienced in life to even believe that her mother would have been slipping off to open her thighs -- and her mouth -- to another man.

Hunter finally opened a conversation, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Angel spoke of her goat herder father and the fall on a short but rocky cliff that nearly ended his ability to walk. She talked about her caregiving mother and the sickness that eventually left her bedridden. (Angel still knew nothing about her mother's sexual service period, though now she'd been able to figure it out based upon what she'd seen here in Gamble Land.)

She spoke liberally about Carter Wills, his men, his subjects, and more. Angel had no reason to keep anything about her master secret from the man she hoped would get him away from him and here.

Then, to her shock, Hunter led her to the door, apparently about to send her away. He said that he wanted her but would wait for her to be certain. Angel was certain, though. Not only did she want Hunter to be her man, she wanted it to be tonight. If she left here without having opened herself up to Hunter, there was a possibility that Carter might change his mind and take her himself.

The kiss was a shock to Angel, not because she hadn't expected it at some point but because she had long fantasized what one would feel like and yet had never enjoyed one. 18 years and 3 days old and no one -- no one -- had ever pressed their own lips to hers. Now, as Hunter glanced to the door in an effort to reassure her that it was okay for her to leave, Angel stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around Hunter's torso with her hands reaching upwards to pull him tighter to her at his shoulders, and pressed her lips to his again. It began soft and sweet, but then became more intimate as the man parted his lips and gently played his tongue at the opening of her mouth. Angel had seen enough people kiss before that she understand what a French styled kiss was, and as Hunter seemed to be doing one, Angel followed his lead with great intent and quickly learned skill.

When their mouths parted, she smiled, blushed, and giggled. She said softly, "I've never kissed a man before."

She backed away a step, paused, back another, paused, then turned and headed to the homemade stand upon which the water barrel was standing. She felt the exterior, finding it very warm, turned to face Hunter again, and explained, "I should clean up."

With that, Angel began removing her clothing. It didn't take long; she wasn't wearing much. A moment later, her jewlery, her top, her skirt, and her panties rested on a nearby stool. In no time at all, Angel was standing naked before the man she'd only met this morning. No one other than one of Carter's Mistresses -- the one who had neatly trimmed her muff in preparation for her first night with Willy -- had seen Angel naked since she was a little girl.

She tried to be brave, keeping her hands by her sides and allowing Hunter to view her fully. But then she got shy and covered her crotch with one hand and much of her breasts with a forearm.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"I've never kissed a man before."

Hunter smiled at Angel's confession. He leaned to press his lips to hers one more time. It was short but erotic. "I'm happy to be the first, Angela."

She backed and turned away. Hunter's first thought was that she was heading for the bed. But then she began undressing after saying, "I should clean up."

Hunter stood there and watched in silence as the teen removed one article of clothing or jewelry after another. When she was finally naked, he found himself in awe. She was more incredible that he had imagined. She was petite but not scrawny. And she had a very young look to her features. If he hadn't known she was 18, Hunter might have thought her too young to be contemplating what was ahead of her.

When Angel hid her womanly curves, Hunter neared her slowly. He stopped just inches from her. With a quiet, sincere tone, he reassured her, "You don't have to do this, Angela. You can put your clothes back on and leave. It's fine. I won't..."

He didn't finish. He wasn't sure what he was trying to say. Or maybe the lust exploding within him was overwhelming his ability to formulate thoughts. Below his beltline, his cock ached from both lust and a bad positioning as it quickly expanded to rock hardness.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was perplexed by the Hunter's offer to let her leave before they'd done it, but then considered her body language; with her hands and arms hiding her feminine curves, she was giving him the impression that she didn't want to be seen by Hunter, let alone fucked. She slowly slid her hands away from her bosom and groin until her pert tits and neatly trimmed bush were again visible to him.

"I don't want to leave," she whispered. "I just--"

She looked away, feeling a blush fill her cheeks, followed quickly by her eyes glazing over with threatening tears. Angel looked back to Hunter just as the first drop descended her cheek for her jaw bone. She finished, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

She reached her hands out to Hunters and pulled them forward, manipulating them until his palms were pressed against her skin. She asked, "Will you show me?"

 

[DeadManTyping]

"I don't want to leave," Angel whispered.

That was good news for Hunter. Honestly, he wouldn't have known how to respond if she'd said okay and begun putting her clothes back on. He was telling Angel she could leave now before anything happened between them. But would he have actually let her redress and depart? Could he have?

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Angel said innocently. She revealed her womanly beauty again, asking, "Will you show me?"

Hunter smiled, then laughed. He responded to her reaction, "Sorry, I just, I just never had a woman ask me that before."

He didn't want to give Angel the impression that he'd been with a great many well practiced lovers, so he let that bit of conversation die. Hunter had had his share of women in the past. Many of them had been part of his compensation for completing his missions.

But never in his life, not even as a teen, had Hunter been with a virginal woman. He'd fantasized about it often. A couple of times, he'd met young women -- legal aged but inexperienced -- who he'd hinted would be payment enough for him. But parents protected their untouched daughters these days just as they had one, two, three centuries ago.

Hunter's hands were on Angel's waist already by her own guidance. He moved a bit closer to her and leaned in for another soft but intimate kiss. As he did, he slid one hand to her belly and paused. He slid it upwards to between her perfect, little titties and paused again. Finally, he slid it to the side, finding a hard nipple with his fingertips.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Try as she might to appear calm and confident about what was happening, Angel couldn't help but continue to tremble deep inside. When Hunter's hand slipped left to find a swollen nipple, a chill ran up her spine; her bosom swelled and waned with excited breaths that came out as soft signs. She considered what Hunter said -- about the other women with whom he'd been -- and she found comfort in believing that he knew how to treat and please a woman. Of course, the fact that he didn't actually have one currently could mean that he was a poor lover or a mean lover or simply a coarse man in general that no woman wished to have in her life long term.

Too late now, Angel thought as Hunter's thumb caressed over her pert nub and his fingers gently cupped her firm bulb of flesh. Without thinking, she reached a hand up to cover his, ensuring it stayed there. The pleasure, this simple pleasure of having her breast and nipple touched was incredible, making her wonder Just how much more incredible can this be?

"I like that," Angel whispered softly, lifting her eyes to Hunters before raising her face, indicating she wanted another of his wonderful kisses. Their lips met, and she squeezed her hand around his, causing it to grope tighter. She moaned and reached her free hand to Hunter's side, then a bit farther toward his back. She repeated as thought she feared he hadn't heard, "I like that. That feels wonderful, Mister Evans."

She was so well trained in referring to her masters by their surnames that even now, as she stood naked with Hunter and he clutched one of her sensitive tits, she still referred to him as she had been since they'd been introduced.

"Will you shower with me?" she whispered when their lips parted. She backed a bit, guiding his hand from her bosom to her waist. She reached her other hand from Hunter's back to his belly, then lower to his belt buckle. "May I undress you?"

 

[DeadManTyping]

"I like that," Angel whispered. She kissed Hunter, then repeated, "I like that. That feels wonderful, Mister Evans."

"I think maybe you could start calling me Robert is you wanted," Hunter said with a flirty smile. "Don't you think?"

"Will you shower with me?"

"I will shower with you," Hunter responded just as softly as Angel had whispered her question. He'd showered less than an hour earlier, yet he told her, "I would love to shower with you, Angela."

"May I undress you?"

He felt her hand at his belt buckle. Playfully reaching his arms out a few inches from his sides, Hunter told the naked teen, "You may undress me, yes. I would love that, too."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I think maybe you could start calling me Robert is you wanted," Hunter said.
"Don't you think?"

Angel couldn't help but smile and, of course, blush. She was standing naked before Hunter, undressing him, feeling his hands upon her breast, and she was continuing to refer to him by his surname. She said sheepishly, "If you wish."

He told her he would love for her to undress him, and after only a moment's hesitation, Angel began. Hunter had shed all of his clothes for his shower and then left his outer layers -- all that old, dusty, earthy smelling leather -- slung over a chair.
He now wore only his leather pants, a pullover undershirt, a button up over shirt, and the boxers and socks the whores had brought him. Angel slowly unfastened Hunter's belt buckle, then the pant's button; she took hold of the zipper's slider, hesitated a moment, then pulled it downward with the same unhurried speed.

The leather pants were heavy, and as soon as the zipper's descent released the tension of the garment's band about Hunter's waist, gravity pulled the pants downward until they gathered about his knees. Hunter's now rock hard cock had slipped the confines of the borrowed boxers via the cotton garment's open fly, and now it sprung toward Angel like some sort of dirty, lustful Jack-in-the-box.

She gasped in shock at the sight and backed several inches, her hands fisting and pressing against her belly; she just stared at Hunter's manhood with wide eyes and an open mouth.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hunter hadn't really considered the weight of his traveling pants as Angel loosened them. In an instant, they'd fallen from his hips all the way to his knees. Normally, this wouldn't have been been an issue. Well, it wasn't now, really. It was just a bit embarrassing.

Hunter was not a small man in any of his measurements. His height was 6'4". His weight a solid, muscular 200 pounds. And his cock measured 9 inches in length and nearly two inches across when fully stiffened. And right now, it was. Looking at Angel naked, knowing that he was about to fuck her, had Hunter's cock as hard as a rock.

"Sorry about that," he said softly as he watched Angel's reaction. "I should have said or done something, not, not that I would have known, what to say or do, I mean."

Hunter knew that he was longer and thicker than most men. He was used to women giving him a surprised look or, in some cases, a happy look. But Angel's face was filled with shock. Or was it fear? She knew Hunter planned on putting his monster cock inside her petite, thus-far-unviolated pussy. Hell, she'd asked for it essentially.

Now he wondered whether or not she was changing her mind.