Apocalypse Horizon: At World's End (Open to 1M, PM me first)

[CarnivalBarker]

She nodded as he left and began to roam around the room, no real option to do otherwise. The room was filthy, definitely kept by a filthy boy, no...a man, certainly one wise to the world. She had the idea to search for weapons, sure that he would have them. She opened the drawers of the small dresser sitting near the bed. She found nothing but clothes. She looked under the bed and found what looked like a gun case. She slid it from beneath the mattress and hurriedly opened it to find nothing.

"Goddammit," she mumbled to herself, as she closed the case and returned it to its original location. She wondered if Chase was having better luck than she was. She wondered if he was okay. She walked across the room and pushed a button on the television. Nothing happened and she snapped back into knowledge that she now lived in a world where electronics did not exist. She sat back down on the bed, placing her hands in her lap.

I have to get out of here, she thought. She thought about his warning about leaving the room. She thought about the horror she had already seen in the streets of the small town where they had become stranded with this man and his ultimatum. I have to get home.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan left his room and went looking for Nero. He asked several of the men wandering around and finally found him in the basement supervising the packing of several key pieces of equipment.
"Hey boss, sorry I am late. I was on a run back from the states when all hell broke loose.It has taken me this long to get back here."
"It is good to have you back my friend. We are moving down to our bases by the sea to ride this out. We will have everything we need and be able to raid at will."
"Your the boss Senor Nero and it is a good plan. We will be one of the strongest tribes out there soon. We just need to get down there. It may take us a couple of days though. traveling by horse with mules pulling those wagons in going to be slow going, and even with all our guns there are still going to be people desperate enough to try to steal from us. We are going to have to be careful."
"That is why I have you El Barbero. You will keep the men on their toes and keep us safe. I leave security to you."

Conan was both pleased and worried. Pleased because Nero trusted him and worried because if anything went wrong he would be blamed and suffer his wrath.
"Oh boss I have picked up a woman. She is a white woman and I would like to claim her as mine. Is that agreeable?"
Nero looked at him then a big grin split his face and he clapped him on the back. "Don't spend too much time with her my friend that you neglect your duties. You may tell the men she is yours alone. Now help get us packed I want to leave first thing in the morning."
Conan heaved a sigh inside. He didn't know what he would have done if the boss hadn't agreed to Bridgett being his but now it was settled. He turned and began to issue orders making sure everything that had to was squared away and packed neatly before being loaded. He would have to be up early to get the guards organized as well. It would be a tough few days maybe a week on him and he doubted he would be able to enjoy her before they got to the new compound.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget laid down on the small couch in his room, unable to do much else and preferring not to risk her life wandering or trying to escape. Where would she even go, she wondered to herself. Around her she heard the occasional air raid siren in the distance, along with shouts and screams that emanated from just outside the compound. She walked to the television in the room and punched buttons to no avail, before slumping in a chair, defeated. She wondered again of Chase was okay, and worried he was already dead, despite Conan's assurances. And she wondered how painful it would be, being with Conan. She laid back down, in an effort to put it out of her mind, if only temporarily. She quickly dozed off, the only peaceful place she could find at the moment.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan finally finished the packing late at night. He was exhausted but he knew he better eat and drink before going to bed. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed the things that had been left out for them to eat. There were spicy sausages, dried meats, cheeses, pickled onions,capsicums,asparagus, breads and butter and wines and fruit juices. He piled a platter up high, enough for himself and Bridgett, grabbed a jug of fruit juice and a couple of glasses and headed for his room.

Conan walked in and found Bridgett asleep in his bed. Smiling he thought it a good start. At least he had got her in his bed easily enough. Chuckling he sat down in the seat he had in the corner of his room. Sighing in relief he began to slowly eat. He took the edge off his hunger and thirst before he put the tray and jug down and walked over to his bed.

Moving to the side of her so he was not looming over her he began to shake her gently awake. "Bridgett, Bridgett, Wake up. You need to eat and drink or you will be of no use tomorrow. Your body needs to heal itself."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget woke with a start to see Conan nearby urging her to wake up and get something to eat. She picked at a small plate of food for a while before giving up and sitting across the room from him. Here, in the glowing lamplight of his quarters, with nowhere to go, he seemed huge, towering over her 5'2" frame. His massive chest and arms looked designed to fight entire wars himself. She shivered a bit, imperceptibly, at any thought of submission to this man. She told herself to just be alert and try to get away when she could. As yet, he had been gentle, nurturing even. But she had not forgotten his terms, and she did not like them any better. She wished Chase was here. He couldn't likely help her if things got bad, but she would perhaps feel better. She looked at the man, who she considered a captor, once more and ventured the slightest of conversation.

"When are we leaving?" She asked, saying nothing more. She dreamed of a lavish compound wherever it was they went. If the Cartel had so much money, and if she was to be in this awful situation, then perhaps she could trick her mind into believing this was no more than a sugar daddy situation. No sooner had the idea crossed her mind, she immediately thought of a military compound where they lived in simple quarters without comfort, and where she was passed around as the entire group's entertainment. She feared the idea of ever meeting the drug lord himself, whoever he was. Her stomach sank as the uncertainty ate at her. She just wanted to go home as she sat tugging anxiously on the edge of her tiny shirt. She said nothing more, too afraid to rouse the man in the room to action or awareness. She wanted to keep him away from her as long as possible, fearing the worst.

 

[wombat9966]

He could see her fear and frankly he couldn't blame her. Still he was not going to be in this situation without getting anything out of it and he was a simple man with simple pleasures. Well maybe not simple but simple in principle.

"We will be leaving early tomorrow morning so you really should eat because we will probably not be eating much in the morning. You will be traveling with the other women in a wagon. Please don't argue it is the way it is done here. The boss has agreed for you to be my woman so no other man can touch you or they have to deal with me. If any man tries to touch you just point at yourself and say El Barbero."

He smiled at her and shook his head. "I know you probably don't care about that but it means you will not be hassled by any of the men you see. Small comfort I guess when you still have me to put up with I guess but remember it could be worse, and no that was not a threat."

"We are going to Cuantopuesto. We have several Luxury compounds down there. They are near the beach and several main roads and will be a good spot for us to be positioned until we see what happens. When I say luxury I do mean Luxury. As my woman you will be housed in a good room and have the best of everything. These places should still have power and water so we will probably be the only people with those for miles around. Don't worry about our arrangement for awhile either. I will be too busy for at least the next several days to worry about that. Now eat and then get in here and go to sleep."

Conan rolled over and faced the wall and was soon breathing regularly in a deep sleep.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget didn't know what to make of the monster's words. Traveling in a wagon? Living in luxury - the kind where she would be raped at the man's own whim? Protection by pointing out that she belonged exclusively to this beast? She sat on the small couch and simply pulled her knees into her chest as she stared at the floor. She no longer wanted any of this. However, even if she was to find her way out of the clutches of the mighty "Barbaro," she had no idea what other fate awaited her just outside his room, or in the greater countryside beyond the border of the small compound she was in. Her hands hugged her bare shins and thighs as she began to rock herself, a silent tear rolling down her cheek. As the darkness set in from the outside world, with no light to guide her way even across the room, she began to shiver at the sounds of shouts and animals barking in the distance. The room began to swelter since the overhead fan no longer worked and the air conditioning went out with the rest of society's power. She tilted to her side and laid on the couch, fearful of joining the man on the bed across the small room. She wasn't ready to be that close to him, and the chance that she might be subject to his touch. As she silently cried in the darkness, she fell asleep, her dreams taking her away to a hell that wasn't quite as bad as the one she found herself in.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan woke with the sun as he usually did. He was glad that his body was not reliant on an alarm clock like a lot of people. Right now, poor people were going to realize they had a severe advantage over the rich. They were used to waking up at thr crack of dawn and beginning to start working early. Most of the rich slept in and needed an alarm or someone to wake them with breakfast to start their day. Well he doubted that was happening right now.

Getting up he smelled himself and realized he stank. He walked into the bathroom he had and found a bucket of water in his sink put there for washing and a hand towel. Well it would have to do. Retreating to his room again he found a new set of work clothes and underwear and walked back into the bathroom forgetting by habit to shut the door. He stripped off and began to wash himself with the water, hand towel and soap. It was not the most luxurious of baths he had ever taken but it did the job. 15 minutes later he was clean and after toweling himself dry he dressed and walked out. Spying Bridget he knew she would need some clothes too. He didn't know if she had any but there were a couple of women her size in the compound and they were not being allowed to take all their dresses. Perhaps they had a few she could have. He walked out to go visit their quarters before they were all loaded aboard the wagon together. He still had to introduce Bridget to the 'Madam' yet and explain to her the rules regarding her.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget sat up, awake, when she heard the clasp of the door closing, after Conan left. She noticed the room was still very dark, and she wondered where he had gone. She stood up, then padded over to the now empty bed and stretched out for the first time all night. She tried to fall asleep again, but found herself anxious, and still afraid. She wondered when things would get bad, then wondered just how bad it might be. She thought about Chase and again wondered if he was even still alive, or if she would see him again. She thought about the time they had gotten drunk and ended up having sex in her parents' pool, missing the normal, easy times when they had been briefly together and the world was not at war. She wondered if her father and mother were still alive, and if they were looking for her. She lay still, petrified, waiting for the sun to ome up on the day and on whatever future she had.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan knocked on the woman's quarters doors and waited. Soon the door was opened by the youngest of the girls, a 16 year old girl he didn't know the name of. "Hello little one I need to speak to Senora Dominga please. tell her it is El Barbaro." The girl nodded and rushed inside and soon Dominga was at the door.

"Ahh Barbaro you are up early. What can I do for you?"
"I have a favor to ask you and something to discuss."
"Then you best come in my big friend," she laughed.
Dominga was a matronly lady of 50 years of age but still spry and ruled her kingdom with an iron fist. All the men treated her with respect but he treated her like the grandmother he never had. She had taken him under her wing when he had first arrived and he had re payed her with love and kindness. He loved the old woman and would do anything for her and she knew it but did not harp on it.

"How have you been Abuela? I have not seen you for a long time."
They sat down in comfortable chairs facing each other and she smiled at him. "I have been fine. I have my health and my little chica's to look after and the hombres to terrorize."
Conan Laughed with her and looked at her seeing that she was enjoying her life.
"Well what can I do for you boy."
"I need some clothes for a girl I have picked up. She would be about Gabriela's size and I need about two or three outfits. The other thing is I will have her riding with you today so I will explain the rules to her, then bring her to you so she can get acquainted."

Dominga chuckled and motioned Gabriela to come forward. She whispered to her and the girl rushed off.
"So my boy a girl you say. Why did you happen to take a girl now?"
"A whim I think. She is a gringo but young and I couldn't leave her out there to die. She was with a man as well but he was weak and he is hear as well and will work for his supper as is right, but she will do other things."
"Oh I bet she will, just not the way she expects. You have always been to soft."
He blushed and looked down. Well she did know him. Gabrielle brought his clothes over and he thanked her and he thanked Dominga as well.
"I will bring her back shortly Abuela."
Conan walked out and began to walk back to his room.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget continued to sit in silence, as the darkness finally began to fade into the early, blue light of dawn. She heard the faint noise of people outside working, getting caravans ready to leave, and the occasional scream or gunfire from oitside the compound walls. She sat up on the bed, giving up entirely on any idea of sleep. She longed to hear a radio or the background noise of a television, or read any news report of how the world was getting by or whether it was at all. She wondered if she could make a run for the compound exit, and then wondered how many minutes she would survive if she did. The reality was upsetting. At a tiny 5'2", with the brightest of blonde hair and an athletic figure, she knew that her chances of escaping anywhere were slim and her chances of being assaulted and killed were too high to risk. Thus far, "the barbarian" had been polite, even if the terms of their "deal" were violent on their face. She worried about when he would collect, and how as well. She found him repulsive and frightening. She found herself afraid. As she began to hear footsteps in the hallway outside, she feared he was coming back from wherever he had gone. She feared being near him every moment they shared space. She quickly looked around and found, on a nearby dresser, a small knife no greater than a letter opener. She placed it discreetly along the waistband of her shorts, just inside her panties, hoping to have it available if the man tried to touch her. She feared it would not even pierce him, he was so large. But she had to fight for herself, and had to be prepared to do just that, as best she could be. She sat and waited, hearing the steps grow ever closer.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan walked in and saw Bridget standing in the middle of the room with a look of fear and defiance in her eyes. He sighed and looked at her. "Bridget I told you I would not be wanting you to service me until we get to our new home and then we will be discussing things there before I do. I know you want to go home but trust me now is not the time. Look if you want to kill me go ahead, I won't stop you, But first here are some clothes for you. Oh and let me warn you, the courtyard out front will be filling up with people very soon so you may want to avoid that area. Your best bet is to sneak out the window over there, climb up onto the roof and move over to the wall. Lower yourself down from there and run up and over the hill. From there it is only 250 miles to the US if you head west and avoid all the bloodshed and bandits. I don't know how far to your parents from there or if you can even get in but good luck."

He spread his arms wide and looked at her. "Well any time your ready Bridget."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He wants me to service him. Her face twisted a bit when he said those words. She simply did not want him near her. She wanted the world she once knew to be the world that was again, and she was amazed that in simply a day's time, it would never be the same again. She sat and listened to his plan for her escape and realized there was no way she would make it anywhere near the gates of the compound, much less the American border and the one hundred more miles it would take to get home, even if she did. She relaxed her arms as they slumped in resignation, and reached for the clothes he handed her. She reached into the bag and found a few things that weren't bad, but clearly something a girl might wear. She chose a pair of white shorts and a blue, form fitting shirt, along with some rather cute, but functional bikini panties and matching bra, both black with red designs. She stood up and went into the restroom, cleaning up and changing before coming back out and standing before him, mustering up as much bravery as she could, for the horrible adventure that was ahead of them both.

"I'm ready," was all she said, hands on her hips. "When do we leave?"

 

[wombat9966]

Conan sighed a little as she went to change. Finally she had realized the folly of trying to go back now. He waited until she came back out and was once again blown away by her beauty. "You look stunning Bridget. I am taking you to see my Abuela or Grandmother. She looks after all the girls here and you would do well to get on her good side and show her some respect. Please do what she says. You will be riding in the wagons with her and as a favor to me could you keep an eye on her. She is an old lady and now with the way the world is I am afraid for her. You are a smart girl, I can tell this and it would ease my heart to know someone like you was looking out for her."

He motioned for her to walk in front then led her down to the women's rooms again with her carrying her bag. "We will be leaving very shortly so follow Senora Dominga's orders. I will be traveling on horseback and have to deal with security so I may not see you until we get there. We are hoping to get there in a day, after all it is only a couple of hours by car but who knows how long by wagon train. That is why we are leaving so early. Lunch will be served on the go." He knocked on the door and introduced Bridget to Dominga. "I leave her in your capable hands Abuela. I must get this train underway."

He walked out leaving her in the room.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Hours later, Bridget found herself bumping along in the dusty back of a wagon with a group of filthy people huddled together, none of which looked pleased to be where they were. Each was unbound, so she could not say they were prisoners, but each looked miserable in her own way. From where se sat, she could see through a small rear window into the desert landscape, and she could tell there was a sizable row of vehicles, horses, wagons, and men in tow. She wondered if Chase had made the trip, or if the cartel had killed him and left him behind. One of the women in the wagon vomited early in the trip, and the stench in the small wagon could not be more foul. Bridget sat, shivering and unable to believe the place she was in. She thought back to El Barbaro's words about the new compound being one of luxury. She envisioned a place with swimming pools and wonderful food and lavish amenities, where she could bask in the sun or swim during the day, even if she had to endure being raped or abused at night. She feared her circumstance would not even be that nice of an arrangement, and she tried to take her mind off of it altogether, which was impossible given where she was. After nearly ten hours, she felt the wagon slow, appearing to come to a gate or checkpoint of some sort. She wondered if they had arrived, as the sun started to get lower, beginning to draw the day into the evening before darkness came. She felt inside her waistband, finding her tiny knife still there, her only means of defense. She wondered if she had arrived at a gate to hell.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan had been riding all day and his ass and thighs were killing him. He had decided to ride near the back of the train thinking that he would be able to gallop forward to any trouble than ride back. Every now and gain he did make a circuit of the outriders to keep them on their toes and tour the wagons to make sure everything was alright.

So far the only thing they had seen was a few small bands of people on foot, but they had seen the size of the caravan train and the armed guards and had scurried away. By the time they had been approaching the gates to the compound he was more than ready to get off his horse. He watched as Nero unlocked the gate and then moved forward to start opening the compound. He stayed to guard the gate with several men as the caravan moved through. Finally everyone was through and he closed and locked the gate. Then he assigned several men to watch the gate and man the walls. He would rotate them off at midnight and then set up a permanent shift system up tomorrow.

The rest of the men followed him up to the house to help with the unpacking.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget felt the wagon come to a stop, and the light from the small window darkened as the garage door closed once it was inside. The women sat for what seemed like forever, and she wondered when they would be let free. The heat was thick and she felt a light sweat over her neck and the top of her chest.

"Can we get out?" she asked one of the women near the door. The woman looked back at her, clearly unable to understand any word she said. She wondered when Conan would come for her, unsure she wanted him to, remembering what he had told her several times about what would happen once they arrived at the new compound. She wondered what was outside the wagon. Was it lavish? Or was it End-of-the-world Lavish, and nothing more than some secured bunker where she would live until the men here were finished with her. She shivered a bit at the thought of her fate. She shivered waiting for hell to come, and she feared that it would be just that.

 

[wombat9966]

It took them a little while to unpack, but with many hands it went quickly and besides most of the big stuff was here. Finally it was just the women to go. Their major things had been put in their new suite and now they needed to be escorted there. He took two guards and proceeded to the wagon they were in. When he saw it still covered and that they had no water he roared.

"What is this. I ordered them to be treated well. It is boiling in here and no thought to bring them water. I will kill someone for this."

The men with him cringed and even some of the women inside did as well as they did not understand what he was yelling at and assumed it was at them. He quickly got the women out and noticed that Dominga was looking decidedly pale.

"You he said," pointing at one of the guards "Go and fetch water for these women and meet me at their suite now," he growled. "I am sorry for this treatment Abuela if I had known I would have had you moved much sooner. Please follow me and I will have you comfortable soon."

He soon had them in their suite which had huge double beds and a large balcony. Nothing could be seen outside but it would be a good view tomorrow. The floors were imported marble tiles and there were ceiling fans which were unfortunately not working. "We will try to get the power on tomorrow Senora Dominga, but for now please get comfortable. I will be taking Bridget for now and I will see you tomorrow."

He took Bridget to his rooms. He had a bathroom to himself a lounge and a bedroom all very luxurious. The lounge had couches a bar and a huge screen tv, while the bedroom had a walk in closet and a huge king sized bed and another TV and it's own balcony."Make yourself at home Bridget, I still have some work to do but I will be back in an hour. Oh and just to reassure you, your friend chase is doing his work well. I think he will be around for awhile." He turned and left going to find Nero and report in.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget felt like a prisoner in a rich castle. The hallways to Conan's room were elaborate, as nice and kept as any you might see in one of the nicer, ornate casinos of Las Vegas or, she imagined, a palace in Rome. The room he was provided was beautiful, reminding her of something she might see in a Four Seasons, complete with a thick, puffy white comforter on the bed and what looked to be very soft, large pillows. She shuddered at the thought of how she might experience that same bed later, knowing her time was coming due. Her heart leaped a bit when Conan mentioned Chase, and she worried deeply when Conan left the room, thinking back about the rage she had seen from him when they arrived and he learned the women had not been perfectly comfortable on the trip to this new, elaborate compound.

But mostly, she found herself alone once more and could not bear it further. She had to pass the time. She found the remote control to the large television and turned it on, watching it scan as if by an old-fashioned radio frequency dial, the simple green line beaming back and forth across the screen until it clicked suddenly, allowing the screen to go black for a moment before a picture flashed on the screen. She could barely make out the accent, but the language was English, at least. Perhaps the anchor was Australian, or Kiwi, perhaps South African, she could not tell. But the images on screen were terrifying.

Hundreds of thousands, perhaps as many as one million people are feared dead, just from attacks today, alone, on major urban areas near Seattle, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas. The anchor said, as the screen repeatedly showed a traffic camera view of a major metropolitan scene with smoke billowing from the horizon just before the entire screen flared in white from an apparent blast from some terrible weapon.

"So much for the Vegas casinos," she thought about her earlier impression of her new home, as the news report continued.

Residents of the lower forty eight United States are believed to be in flight to rural areas in the central U.S., as well as mountain ranges in the west and the appalachians, as water in urban areas appears to be unpotable, and food supplies from shipments to the country have reached shortage levels. Riots have been reported in Chicago, New York, and Philadelphia, while martial law has been declared in 3 states and 274 cities and towns. We will return in a moment to out coverage of what, by all accounts, now appears to be a third, and perhaps final, World War, in just a moment.

Bridget simply could not believe any of this. She wiped a tear from her eye, wondering for the thousandth time whether he mom and dad were okay. She wondered about her safety here, or anywhere, and she wondered if her new lifestyle would be painful or hard. She feared so much that was unknown. And she feared her captor most, as he was the immediate threat. She did not want their "arrangement," as he called it. She had agreed only to find safety from the world that was erupting around them at the time. He would hurt her, she had no doubt. He was so big, so large, that it simply could not be avoided, she suspected. Couple that with the fact that she knew she would not simply go along with her own abuse because her pride was still too important to her. She had reason to fear the worst. And she wondered why her body tingled a bit, as she did.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan found Nero in the master suite. By the time he made it there the power had come on and the lights were working. He knocked on the door and it was opened by a guard. He nodded at Conan and let him in. "He is waiting for you in the study El Barbaro. Good luck he is not feeling so well after that long ride."

Conan nodded his understanding and headed to the study. Nero was sitting behind a huge mahogany table in a leather chair smoking a cigar and sipping a brandy. He looked up and smiled as he walked in the door. "Ah my friend you did a marvelous job today. As you can see my men have got the power up and we will have cold food and TV from now on. Tomorrow we will start to set up a proper guard system but I see you have put patrols on tonight. You are a genius my friend. Please take the night off, I will see you at breakfast."

Conan nodded and began to return to his rooms. Now came the awkward part, he had to deal with Bridget and get her to understand her exact roll here. Plus he was ready to finally take his payment from her.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget found a blanket and curled up on the small bed in the room, covering her legs, which were cold from being exposed. She tugged at her shorts and her shirt a bit, hoping for a bit more cover, but not truly uncomfortable. She thought if she could just take a nap and forget the world for a moment, then that was all she could do. She could not get out of the room, she had tried and found it locked. She could not escape, the windows were too high and apparently bulletproof. In moments she was asleep, lightly snoring, and escaping into a world that used to be.

"Bridge," came her dad's voice. "Bridge, come inside." She was just twelve again, wandering around her backyard as a storm moved in. Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder rumbled as raindrops began falling on her head. Her daddy called her inside, where she stayed, watching the storm rumble across the land, until the sky opened up and the clouds came to meet the sky. Her parents rushed her into the cellar, where her daddy held her in his arms as the roaring storm passed, destroying parts of their home. But she dreamed again that his arms were around her, keeping her safe, as they had then. In her dream, she raised her eyes to meet his, and it wasn't her father at all, but the face of a horrible demon, lashing toward her in a clear indication that she was now his. She woke with a start, perhaps from the dream and perhaps from the sound of the door opening from the other room. She turned over and looked over her shoulder as she saw Conan returning. She tensed up, always worried in his presence, knowing he would collect on his arrangement soon. She wished she had never made any agreement, as her hand fingered the small knife tucked discreetly inside her waistband.

"Hey," she said, her only greeting to him.

 

[wombat9966]

Conan sighed. It seemed like he was going to be in for a fight then. He had hoped that she would have accepted her fate a little more by now, but it seemed she was still going to be fighting him all the way.

"Good evening Bridget. I see you have found the bed to your liking. That is good, for it is time for you to learn what your duties will be around here. Do not expect to just be able to lounge around the pool and drink and eat all day. This may look like a five star resort but we are not able to treat it as such. You will be required to help cook and clean as well as wash and clean up. You will make sure my room is tidy and our sheets are kept clean and fresh. Of course seeing as I hate living in squalor I will help you out around here anyway."

He sat on the end of the bed and looked at her seriously. "I know what you are thinking about Bridget. Yes that is something you must do as well. I do not like my women to fight me, I like it when we both like what we are doing, but I will take what you offered to me. Please do not try to use the excuse now that I extorted you. If you want to try that then get naked now I will use you for one night and throw you and your boyfriend out the gate tomorrow. I believe that is a good trade for what I have already done. If you want to stay here and survive this nightmare perhaps we could come to an understanding. As I have told you I will be going back to America and you are welcome to come, but it will be in a years time. During that year you will have a nice place to stay and all you have to do is some house work and have sex with me. I don't think it is too bad a deal, but I do see it from your point of view. Still you have to see it from mine. I rescued you, I have brought you to this luxurious place and what do you have to offer me that I would want?"

Conan began to take his shirt off. "It is your choice Bridget. This can be a one night thing or you can stay here but it is now time for you to start earning your way. Now please undress yourself or I will do it for you."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bridget didn't like her options. Get fucked once and be thrown out to die in the apocalypse, or get fucked repeatedly and live as a slave. Tears filled her eyes, as she pushed back against the back wall of the bed, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

"Please don't make me do this," she said, waiting for an opportunity to lunge at him with the knife, feeling like it would be her only chance. She continued to plead a case. "I can cook and clean, or I can even work wherever it is that Chase is working. But I don't want to do....this," she said, looking first at him, and then at the bed. She looked around the room, wondering if she could stab him and run. There had to be some way she could get out and find someone that would protect her. But the very thought of that suggested that perhaps there could not be. What if there wasn't? She looked at Conan, who appeared to be a mountain before her. She knew that he would hurt her if her attack was unsuccessful. She knew his attack would hurt her if she didn't make one of her own. Either way, her chances were not good.

"Please?" she whimpered one last time, sneaking her hand into the waist of her shorts, gripping the knife and holding it pressed against her taut stomach, ready to pounce if she needed to. "Can't we make some other agreement?"

 

[wombat9966]

Conan was getting upset. Why was it always this way with the women he brought in. Was he that threatening a person? He knew he was a big person physically and he could be dangerous when he needed to be but he always tried to be quiet and polite around women. Still it always turned out the same, they saw him and the fear began in their eyes and they ran as far away from him as they could.

He had hoped that Bridget might have been a bit different. After all she was an American girl and would be used to seeing guys like him every day. Sure he was almost blackmailing her into being with him but he had to demand something or he would have lost the respect that he had spent years building up and there was really only one thing she had to offer. The fact that she had agreed and was now trying to get out of it did not surprise him. Truthfully he did not really blame her but he did not like the way she was doing it. He would have preferred her to stand up to him, instead of acting like a crybaby.

He saw her hand reach for her belly and knew what was coming. He had dealt with a lot of women that had been brought in before and they did one of three things. They accepted their fate and dealt with it the best they could, They turned into blubbering wrecks, or they fought like hellcats. Conan knew Bridget was going to be one of the last ones. He didn't know what she had but he knew it was not going to be good for him. All he could do was just watch for the attack and try to survive.

"Bridget I am sick of playing games with you. You agreed to this and now that it is time for you to pay up you suddenly can't do it because I am such a bad person correct. Well this bad person has saved your ass from being beaten, raped, killed and maybe eaten. Brought you to a place of luxury where you will be treated as a human and not an animal and kept warm and fed. Boy what a bastard I am. How dare I want something for that. Still You now have exactly 1 minute to get naked and lie down on that bed or I will make you."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Now would be her only chance and she knew she had to make the most of it. She pulled off the lightweight pullover, which was much like a zip up sweatshirt that she had on over her tee shirt, then reached for her shorts as if undoing them at the waist. As she did, she gripped the knife, flicked it open, and immediately lunged at Conan, who was far too fast to allow her to do any real damage. Her thrust glanced off him, cutting a deep, though superficial gash just along his shoulder on his left side. Immediately, she knew she had fucked up, dropping the knife and stepping back until the back of her thighs hit the bed, and she fell on her butt, sitting there facing him as a slow, but clear line of blood leaked from Conan's shoulder and down his upper arm. She had done nothing to wound him, and the blood was not even significant in amount, certainly nothing that would not be repaired with three or four stitches at most.

"Please," she said. "I'm so sorry. Please let me go. Please...I'll just go. I'll leave the compound and go," her please bordered on begging. She was worried about him more than ever, and she knew her one shot had missed. "Please," she continued. "Me and Chase will go. We'll just go and you don't have to take care of either of us anymore." Tears welled into her eyes, as she was frightened of what was to come from him. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered in a low voice, her only hope for mercy.