"Paying Her Way"

[DM2015]

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Marcus was up before dawn to check the traps, both in the river and on the land. The catch was pretty miserable: one six inch trout in the weir, and a skinny little rabbit in the snare. He gutted them both and -- with the exception of the hare's heart and liver -- used their innards to bait the crayfish traps, which for reasons he couldn't grasp had been empty three days in a row. Marcus couldn't know that a raccoon had discovered the traps and figured out how to pull the catch to the side and eat them right through the wire.

He headed back to the camp, expecting to find his sister at the fire, cooking what ever she'd foraged from the forest while he hunted. The woods were full of edible mushrooms, berries, nuts, roots, and flowers; and -- after having found a pack full of Wildwood Survival books in a pack on a corpse weeks earlier -- Marcus had tasked his only living relative with learning how to distinguish Mother Nature's gifts and duplicate his own efforts in preventing them from starving.

But when he got back to the camp, he found her instead still in her sleeping bag, partaking of the warmth as she read from a magazine they'd found in a burned out gas station. In an instant, his blood began to boil and he felt his face heat up.

"What the hell?" he hollered, startling her. He tossed the day's catch into the frying pan sitting idle next to the dying fire and snatched the magazine from her hands. He shook it at her and chastised, "This ain't gonna feed us, you stupid, lazy bitch!"

He tossed it onto the small flames, causing a cloud of ashes and sparks to fill the early morning air. He turned back to what would become the midday meal and ordered, "Get up!"

 

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Marcus had woken Sadie earlier, announcing that he was going to check the traps. It was chilly in the morning and the last thing she wanted to do was get up and bare the cold as she forged for food. She always got cold easily, even within her thick sleeping bag there were times that she shivered so badly that she practically begged her brother if she could lay with him just to keep warm.

After he left, she did finally manage to climb out of the bag and grab her jacket that was too small for her body now. Most of her clothes was getting too tight. Sadie stood at 5'5, long dark brown hair, nearly black, and ice blue eyes. Recently her 18th birthday pass, but she and her brother didn't really celebrate them anymore. Her thin small body, still Pettit had started to fill out in her chest and ass. Hopefully they could scrounge up clothing from an abandon camp or something for her to wear. If her body kept developing at this rate, she wasn't going to be able to wear the one bra she had left.

After pulling on her boots, she went on with her morning job. She found a few mushrooms, nuts, and some berries but she wasn't sure how safe they were. During her foraging, Sadie took a step down some rocks and slid. She ended up twisting her foot rather badly, and everything she collected scattered. She cried out in pain but then tried to swallow it. The last they needed was to draw attention from other people who might possibly ransack their camp.

Luckily, Sadie found a thick stick to use and hobbled back to the camp. Once she was back she carefully took off her boot, whimpering in pain until it was finally free. Her left foot was already swollen from the injury. They had some medical supplies but it wasn't much. Taking an ace bandage she wrapped her foot up and then slipped back into her sleeping bag as she waited for her brother.

"What the hell?" he hollered, startling her. He tossed the day's catch into the frying pan sitting idle next to the dying fire and snatched the magazine from her hands. He shook it at her and chastised, "This ain't gonna feed us, you stupid, lazy bitch!"

"Marcus!" She cried as he snatched her magazine she was reading. She sat up as she watched him throw it into the fire. She didn't understand why he would be so mean to her.

"Get up!"

She winced at how harshly he spoke to her. She wanted to tell him that she couldn't, that she hurt her foot but she was too scared to. So she pulled herself up and tried to keep her weight on her right foot which still had her boot covering it.

 

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Marcus was so furious with his sister that he couldn't even look at her. He missed the fact that she was hobbling around, concentrating on taking the knife to the days catch rather than possibly taking it to Sadie.

He wouldn't do that, of course. Sadie wasn't just his sister: she was the only thing he had left in this world. The terrorist attack that had decimated Denver -- killing 90% of its population either immediately or over the days and weeks to come -- had taken not just their parents but their older and younger sisters, too. As the only boy in the family, Marcus's dad -- who had been sick even before the chemical attack -- had long been telling Marcus that he would someday be the man of the family, making him responsible for taking care of the family's four female members.

It had been three years since their lives and world changed. They spent the first year of it in a refugee camp. When the Federal Government stopped supplying it and it broke up, they spent the next year roaming about with dozens of others, foraging, scavenging, and stealing food as was necessary. This past year had been the hardest. Despite it being only the two of them -- just two mouths -- it had become progressively harder to find food. Nothing was being mass produced anymore. The corporate farms were nothing but Dust Bowl wastelands these days. The fish and game animals had been depleted to the point of near extinction.

Basically ... life sucked. The only thing left for them was the meager offerings of Mother Nature, and now Marcus couldn't even get his sister to help find that.

When the fish was sizzling in the pan and the rabbit was roasting over the flames, Marcus finally turned some attention to his sister. She was stripping the fat off the rabbit skin as they'd learned from a trappers book, and -- despite being her brother -- Marcus took a long moment to look her female form over with some fast moving, inappropriate thoughts.

Sadie had really grown up over their time in the Wasteland, particularly over this last year or so. Her breasts were filling out, her ass was rounding, and -- because her clothes were now at least a size to small for her, every curve of femininity was on full display for her involuntarily celibate brother.

Marcus, who had turned 22 just three days before Sadie had turned 18, hadn't been with a woman since before the Attack. And even then, it had been a serious disappointment, with the too-drunk sorority girl practically lifeless below him. Looking at Sadie now, Marcus realized just how similar the two girls were in form, and before he knew it, his cock was rock solid and twitching excitedly inside his worn, dirty jeans.

He'd love to throw his sister down on the sleeping bags, rip her clothes off, and pound her pussy hard and fast until he emptied his yearning balls of years worth of backed up semen. He masturbated, of course, but ... well, that just wasn't the same thing as fucking a tight, wet, warm pussy. Marcus was almost positive that Sadie was a virgin. She'd been 15 when the Attack occurred, and he doubted very much that she'd given it up to one of the school boys before then.

But, of course, Marcus couldn't do that to his sister. It was wrong. It was incest. And to have her, he'd have to rape her, too. That wasn't going to happen. Even if he wanted her, he'd have to have a good excuse. He didn't realize it now, but by tomorrow night, Marcus would have all the reason he needed.

 

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Sadie was oblivious to the lecherous thoughts that were running through her brother's head. She just stayed quiet and skinned the rabbit as best as she could. She was sitting oddly, trying to make sure her left foot was an comfortable as possible. She had left the boot off, it was too swollen to put back on, so her toes had to suffer the cold. Thankfully she hadn't mangled the rabbit pelt, which she was thankful for.

She part of the reason why Marcus seemed so angry with her, or at least she thought she knew. Ever since the attacks, things just started to get worse... And ever since he had been taking care of her. He had to take on the responsibility of making sure she was safe and sometimes she didn't make it easy on him.

Once the pelt was cleaned of fat, Sadie slowly and carefully pulled herself up and hobbled to where they laid skins to dry. A few more pelts and they would be able to make at least 1 new jacket for the coming winter if they got caught in it. Sadie sighed softly. This wasn't how her future was supposed to be. By now she was supposed to be studying dance at Juilliard, or so was her plan. It was funny, on stage Sadie had all the grace any ballerina could wish for, but everywhere else she was falling over her feet... Much like today.

Sadie hobbled back over to her brother and sat next to him. She heard him mumble a question about her limp. "I slipped and fell when I went out looking for food... I twisted my ankle and I lost everything I found... I'm sorry." Sadie could hear the disappointing sigh he gave as he just told her to do what she could. He didn't even seem to care that she was hurt... He just got up and said that he was hunting.

"Ok," she said softly as she watched him go. She wrapped her arms around her knees. She felt like a waste, and it didn't help that it seemed like Marcus thought so too.

After a while, Sadie tried to force her foot back into the boot. It hurt so much, but it would be better to have it on than to go back looking for food without it. She was able to find a little, but no where near as much as she had collected before. At least it was something though.

 

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The next afternoon:

"We have to," Marcus stressed at his sister's reluctance -- no, refusal -- to pack her things to relocate. He towered over her as she sat on the fallen trunk of a tree that had died too young. He went on, holding up the pitiful opossum carcass that was all his traps had netted today. "There isn't enough food around here to support us..."

He gave her a harsh look, then slap his hand behind him to knock over the bowl that had had barely a mouthful of berries Sadie had collected this morning. "...and what there is, you sure as fuck aren't taking the effort to find."

Marcus felt immediately self conscious about cursing at his sister. It wasn't something he did often. In fact, in their entire lives, he could probably count the number of times he'd used profanity in front of her on one hand. He turned away from her, slapping the dead animal down onto the top of the push cart they used to carry some of their things when they were on the road.

"Deal with this!" he ordered, marching off toward the creek to wash the blood and guts from his hand. He called over his shoulder, "Toss the pelt. It ain't worth keeping."

As he headed down the trail, Marcus's heart pounded with anger. It wasn't all anger for his sister, of course. It wasn't her fault that politicians, fanatics, and power-mongers had brought war and destruction to America. It wasn't her fault that domestic terrorists had exploded a chemical bomb that killed -- immediately and over time both -- hundreds of thousands or that other groups copycatted the act and, ultimately, killed millions more. It wasn't her fault that the Federal Government had collapsed, that a military Triad had seized control, or that the fight to preserve the United States of America had turned into a free for all civil war in which anyone that wasn't on your side was only worthy of punishment and death.

But Marcus couldn't do anything about all of those other things. He had no power anymore, as he had when he'd been field boss on his Daddy's ranch or starting quarterback and point guard on his All Star high school teams or risen to the rank of Sergeant in the Army from he later deserted as the Country fell into ruin. No, today the only thing he had power over was his own circumstances; and the only person he had power over was his younger sister.



Later, as the sun fell down, the two of them finished off the remains of the opossum and what few roots and nuts they'd found near camp. It hadn't been enough, and the hunger in Marcus's stomach was building into a hunger that he'd fought for a good long time but now felt no desire to fight any more.

He stood at the fire, his gaze moving between the dancing flames and his beautiful sister as Sadie finished the nightly chores and prepared for bed. It was surprisingly warm tonight, which led his sister to choose some lighter sleeping clothes than her normal get-up. Marcus ogled her curves as she attempted to dress for bed without his seeing too much of her. His cock swelled to a painful size, and he knew he simply couldn't -- wouldn't! -- resist his urges anymore.

As he moved toward the decrepit tent that so badly needed replacing, he stripped off his jacket and shirt, then dropped to the downed log to begin unlacing his boots. He said in a calm voice, "Take your clothes off, Sadie."

When she looked at him with a confused expression, he set aside the first boot and began unlacing the other. "Take your clothes off. It's time you began paying your way."

Now barefoot, he stood over her and began unbuckling his trousers, a hard look in his eyes...

 

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"...and what there is, you sure as fuck aren't taking the effort to find."

Sadie hated it when he yelled at her. He knew her ankle was still hurt, and if she reminded him he would just say it was an excuse or worse. It was the same reason she didn't want to move camp just yet. Sadie just looked at the ground as he threw the animal onto the cart and stormed off. Doing as she was told, she, she skinned the poor creature.

While she completed her task, Sadie couldn't help but feel her chest tighten. Air filled her lungs as she tried to blink back the tears that were threatening to slip from her eyes. Silently she sat on the ground, every now and then using her arm to wipe the tears from her eyes. Why was she such a cry baby? Just when she was almost done, she felt two arms circling around her waist. Sadie didn't hear Marcus returning back.

He sat behind her as he just held his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. Marcus let out a breath he had been holding and inhaled through his nose. Sadie heard him say he was sorry, and everything she was trying to hold back early came crumbling downs as more tears slipped down her face. Sadie turned herself around in her brother's arms and the two of them just held each other for a while. It was a nice moment. It felt like it had been forever since she felt one of his hugs. It was a shame it couldn't last longer.



Night came quickly, or so it seemed. After dinner, if you could call it that, Sadie was hobbling along, trying to make sure that everything was secure. Hopefully her foot would get better soon if they were going to be traveling for a while. Aside from doing small tasks, there really wasn't much else she could do for the time being. As she finished what chores she could do she noticed that the whole time Marcus had been looking at her. When she asked if he was ok, he didn't say anything, but his eyes moved to the fire... Then back at her. It was a little unsettling.

Finally she could change into her nightwear. She had put up a modesty sheet as she changed, and little did she realize that her shadow was cast into the sheet perfectly. When she came out, she wore black shorts and a matching black tank top. She kept the sheet up in case her brother wanted to use it, which she assumed he was getting ready to do when he came closer and started to take off his jacket.

"Take off your clothes, Sadie"

She froze when she heard his words, she was in the middle of putting today's clothing in her bag to be washed later, "What?" She asked as she turned to him. He was sitting there unlacing his boots... Shirtless. Sadie blushed as she noticed his defined muscles.

"Take your clothes off. It's time you began paying your way."

Was he joking? The look on his face and the way he was unbuttoning his pants suggested he was very serious. It was then that she noticed he was hard under those his pants. Oh god... He was. Her eyes widened in full realization and panic started to set in.

Dumbly, Sadie took a step back, into the tent that was barely holding up. "Marcus... Please... I know things have been really hectic..." She took another step and nearly fell as pain shot through her ankle. Oh god, even if she could get around him, there was no way she could out run him. Why was he doing this?

 

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"Marcus... Please..." Sadie begged. "I know things have been really hectic..."

She nearly fell back into the tent as Marcus stood and stepped out his pants. His cock was now fully hardened, creating a better than average sized vertical ridge from his less than white tightie whities.

"Hectic!" he laughed, following her into the tent, matching her panicked gaze with his own hungry one. "This isn't about life being hectic, Sadie. This is about life being fair. And fair is we both put out to survive. You haven't been putting out in the way I've wanted in the past ... so ... you're going to put out in the way I want now."

Even as he spoke the words, Marcus knew they weren't entirely true. Sadie hadn't been made for this kind of life. She'd been a straight "A" student and a dance phenom', destined to go great places and perform in fancy halls in which her more down to Earth brother would never fill comfortable. And yet, when they took to the road -- to the wilds of a disintegrating world -- she'd done admirably well, learning how to harvest the game Marcus caught and make unbelievable stews with them and the flora she herself gathered.

And in all that time, Marcus had been nothing but proud of Sadie for her efforts, even when they fell short. He would still feel that way today -- at this very moment as he prepared to take her against her will -- if it hadn't been for two new and growing factors: first, life itself -- survival -- had gotten progressively worse over the past months, causing Marcus to become angry and disappointed with everything around him, including his loving sister; and second, at the same time that Marcus had become more and more frustrated -- sexually so -- his little sister had slowly become a true vision to behold, and her brother was finding it more difficult with every passing day not to take her as he was going to tonight...

 

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Sadie took another step back, her eyes moving from her brother's lust filled eyes that seemed to burn into her, to his crotch (as much as she tried not to). As she hobbled backwards all she could hear in her mind was her parents telling her to stay with her older brother.

If a stranger starts to follow you, find your older brother
If someone is trying to hurt you, find your older brother
If you're scared, stay with your older brother

No one told her what to do if she was being attacked by him! He was the one that was supposed to be protecting her from stuff like this, from the monsters of the world. She felt the thick vinyl wall of the tent. There was no way of opening it and nothing to lift, it was all connected. Sadie heart was racing. There were times her brother's outbursts and anger would make her uneasy, but right now she was terrified!

"Please Marcus, don't. Don't come any closer to me!" Her body was shaking. Was he really going to do this? She felt trapped... She was trapped.

 

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"Please Marcus, don't," Sadie begged, her body visibly shaking. "Don't come any closer to me!"

As she spoke her last word, Marcus reached out quickly, snatching one of her wrists and pulling her toward him. Unable to fully maintain her balance with one and a half working feet, Sadie was easy to spin about, back to him, to allow Marcus to wrap his arms forcefully around her. One arm grasped tightly over her arms and breasts while the other grasped her neck just below the jaw.

He ignored her resistance and response, forcing her down to her knees, his own knees pinning her ankles close together to prevent her from moving in any appreciable way. As he turned her head so that his mouth was close to one of Sadie's ears, he whispered, "Don't fight me, sister ... and you might enjoy this, too."

Still controlling her body and arms, Marcus let the two of them fall forward. Sadie hit the ground with only the sleeping back softening the blow, but Marcus reached out to catch some of his weight on one hand as to not totally smash her into the Earth. Working to control her fully, he reached a hand down between them ... and began to work her shorts down over her firm, youthful butt cheeks.

 

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"No!" He didn't listen to her protests, he just grabbed her quickly and spun her around. She nearly fell to the ground then and there as it caused her to put most of her weight on her bad foot, but his arms were holding her tightly. He had her arms folded over her chest, then with his arm over hers to keep her from pushing him away. Then she felt his hand possessively on her neck. Her heart was racing, her pulse under his fingertips could tell him that.

"Marcus, please!" She begged him to stop, her body trembled against his and she started to hyperventilate. "I'm your sister! Don't do this!" This had to be a nightmare. The brother she loved would never do this to her, no matter how angry he was, right?

Then he pushed them both down to their knees and Sadie let out a pained cry as he pushed both her ankles together. "Marcus, your hurting me! My foot!" Despite her injury, his knees didn't budge. The pain actually helped him in keeping her from moving as she didn't want to damage her ankle further. He forced her head to turn to the left as his warm breath hit her ear as he spoke.

"Don't fight me, sister ... and you might enjoy this, too."

"I don't want this... Please stop..." Her voice was wavering, she doubted he even heard her plea or that it would deter him. Tears started slipping from her eyes.

She winced when her body hit the ground on the sleeping bag and then Marcus's hand that was free started to pull down her shorts as the other still held her arms. Sadie didn't wear panties to bed, it was too uncomfortable. Even if she did he would have just pulled those down too. She was completely immobilized, helpless, and at her brother's mercy. She started to sob into the sleeping bag as she waited for the inevitable.

 

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"I don't want this..." Sadie cried. "Please stop..."

Marcus ignored his sister pleas. There was no chance he was going to stop this. He wanted this. He needed this. And he felt that he deserved this. Whether it was true or not, Marcus had come to believe that he had been carrying his sister over the past days and weeks. Their parents had taught them that every person had to do their part in this world, to be responsible for their share of the work. And deep in his mind, Marcus believed that this was the best way for Sadie to hold up her end.

He'd easily managed to get his sister's short down over her young, firm buttocks and -- using his own knees to now push hers open -- now reached a hand between her thighs to delve for his destination. He found it, the soft folds of skin between which he found wetness and warmth with his fingertips. His lips spread in a pleased smile as he toyed with her pussy, finding the hole which he was eager to violate and working a finger into it.

He hadn't thought about it consciously until this very moment, but when she barely opened to him, Marcus suddenly began to think about how tight she was going to be. He was certain she was a virgin still. She'd been so young when they began this trek of theirs, and he couldn't imagine that some boy back home had gotten to her in her mid-teens; and he'd been with her every moment since, even sitting just out of sight on river banks while she bathed or just beyond the bushes when she evacuated.

No, Marcus himself would be the one to go where no man had gone before, he knew. Many thoughts and emotions were simultaneously flooding him as he continued to work his middle finger into her opening, deeper and deeper, from delight that he would claim a woman's virginity -- his first -- to the shame at raping his own sister to the power of proving himself to be a man by enforcing his will...

 

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Sadie's body tensed and she struggled against him. His fingers had found her untouched pussy. Sadie naturally had very little to almost no hair. She tried to hold back a moan as she felt his fingers rub against her clit, making her sex become warm and wet for him. Her body naturally shuddered against his.

The poor girl closed her eyes. She wanted to block this out. She was trying to imagine anything and everything possible that wasn't THIS. Thoughts of life before the world went crazy filled her head. Her mom, dad, sisters, and how her brother was before. She went to school, took her dance lessons, family dinner, etc.

And then his finger worked his way inside and she gasped as the intrusion. The only thing that had ever been side her was her own fingers when she got curious. Marcus's was thicker and longer than hers. A strained groan escaped her lips. Her walls were wrapped around his finger so tightly. Though Sadie wanted him to stop, her body took over natural instinct and prepared her to receive her brother's cock.

 

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He should have prepared her longer, but Marcus was eager to be inside Sadie. He pulled his finger from within her pussy, grasped his cock, and positioned it at her hole. He rubbed the head to and fro, wetting it thoroughly with her juices, then pushed it forcefully into her...

Or ... at least he tried. Sadie's pussy gave no ground. He felt and heard her reaction to his attempt to penetrate her and knew that this was only going to hurt her. He rose from her body, grasped her hips, and pulled her to her knees. He rammed two fingers into her, stroking them eventually to their fullest depth, then grasped his cock once more and worked her hole.

This time, she gave way to his intrusion, just enough for the bulbous head of his cock to slip into her swollen lips. He grunted loudly at the feel of her warmth and wetness swallowing him...

 

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When she felt him rub the large head of his dick against her pussy that only just started to get wet, Sadie squeezed her arms against her chest and balled her hands into fists. She was trying to brace herself. When she felt him try to enter her, she let out a groan of discomfort. "Marcus, I don't... Think it will fit..."

Marcus then lifted up from her. Was he really going to stop?! But then he grasped her hips and raised her ass high so she was on her knees. Sadie's face was still on the ground. For a brief moment she thought about just pushing him back and running... But she couldn't run, not with her foot. If she tried to further resist, what would he do?

Then Sadie felt two fingers enter her passage. She couldn't stop it, a groan left her lips as she felt him stroke her cunt from the inside. Her pussy swallowed his fingers as he pushed then in and out of her. Then when she felt him withdraw and bring back his cock, she started begging him not to. Those pleas fell on deaf ears.

'Oh god,' she thought. "Ah!" His head was in... He was inside. Sadie's pussy was so tight around his cock. The whole time Sadie had been keeping her eyes shut. Marcus was right before... She should just stop resisting and wait till it was over... She doubted she was going to enjoy it though.

 

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Marcus paused for a moment after Sadie's tight hole allowed the softer bulb of his cock to enter but not the rock hard shaft of it. In that moment of physical pause -- not to be confused with any emotional or sympathetic hesitation -- Marcus drew and released a couple of deep breaths and stared upward, as if to the heavens. His lips spread in a smile, and a short, quiet chuckle slipped from his throat.

I can't believe I'm finally doing this, he thought. He'd fantasized about making love to Sadie for so long, and sometimes had even imagined forcing himself upon her. And now, finally, his cock was inside her and...

Well, barely inside of her. He lowered his gaze to Sadie's backside, to those round butt cheeks, to that thin waist. He moved his hands to the latter, grasped her tightly, and -- slowly, steadily, and forcefully -- pushed his cock forward until his groin was against that pear shaped ass.

A long, deep groan escaped from Marcus's throat as, again, his head went back and he almost prayed to the Gods for this incredible piece of ass...

 

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Sadie almost felt impatient as he paused. She just wanted it over. His chuckle reached her ears and it made her feel sick. There was no remorse whatsoever for what he was doing to her. The big brother she knew was gone and what was left was a monster.

With hands grasped onto her waist, he slowly plunged his cock forward until he was fully inside her. Sadie gave out a pained cry as he destroyed her hymen. Below him she started panting. She didn't realize she had been holding her breath until her lungs expelled her breath. How did he fit inside?! Sadie's pussy felt incredibly full with his cock inside her.

The fire was still going, and it illuminated Sadie's alabaster skin. She was always naturally pale and the fire seemed to stain her skin with an glow from its light. Raping by campfire light... She winced again as she felt him pull his cock back. She could hear how wet their sexes were. If Sadie wanted to, she could have looked between her legs to see that there was a drop or two of her wetness, mixed with the blood from her stolen virginity, on the sleeping bag beneath them.

 

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Marcus began stroking his full length slowly in and out of his sister. Each time his groin would contact her buttocks, he would pause, drawing and releasing a breath with an obvious moan of pleasure and delight. Then, he would pull back until he was almost out of her, and shove his shaft forward once more.

"Un-be-live-able..." he groaned at one point, looking down to Sadie's backside again, adding, "You feel so ... fucking good ... Sadie ... oh god..."

His compliment was spoken without regard to the fact that Sadie was his sister ... that she had been a virgin until just a moment ago ... that he was taking her against her will. None of that mattered to Marcus right now. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was finally fucking his little sister ... and that the pleasure of orgasm was already on its way.

Suddenly, Marcus began stroking in and out of Sadie quickly with greater force. His climax was coming he knew, and he wanted the most from it. He slammed his groin into her a half dozen times, then prepared for--

A sudden thought came to Marcus's mind as he felt the pleasure about to peak. He wanted to stay inside her, to erupt within her pussy. It was the instinctive desire to breed and seed that screamed at him Stay deep!

But he knew better, so as his cock was about to pulse that very first time, Marcus forced himself to jerk his cock from Sadie's hole and lay it between her firm butt cheeks. With a great groan of pleasure, his dick leaped, firing a wad of thick cum through the air, followed by another, and another, and so many more to follow.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck...!" Marcus hollered as his delighted shaft continued pulsing, the euphoria exploding within him. He was lost to the flood of pleasure, not realizing he was grasping Sadie so tightly that tomorrow she would have easily distinguishable finger-shaped bruises on her hips ... not realizing that he was leaving a trail of cum from the back of her head to the cleavage of her ass ... not realizing that he'd slumped forward to lay upon her, smashing her to the bag until it was already done. All he did realize was that he was suffering the greatest pleasure he'd ever experienced in his life ... and already, he couldn't wait until he suffered it again...

 

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It was finally over.

Sadie was flatened onto the ground by the weight of her brother's body. As he was trying to recover from his orgasm (Sadie did not get to feel the same release) she used what little strength she had to push up his left shoulder and tried to scoot out from under him as she laid there, she once again started crying. Her legs curled up to her chest, her shorts still sat at her thighs. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body.

She felt dirty and used. Sadie felt like she was going to be sick, bit what little food they had eaten earlier, was already being digested. She started to dry heave, like she was trying to expel the traumatic experience from her body. After a while she finally calmed down. She said something, something she never imaged her to say to her brother or to anyone before.

"I hate you..." She said it softly, and even if Marcus heard her she doubt he would care.

It would be the last time she spoke to him directly for a long time.

*A While Later*

Sadie was laying naked in the tent. She had tried to make a run for it a few times... And now whenever Marcus would go hunting he would either force her to go with him, or would force her to stay at the camp naked until he came back. Sadie hated being naked and the idea of trying to run and someone else finding her in such a vulnerable state wasn't appealing. She didn't have much in clothing anyway so it wasn't too much of a hassle to take it with him.

Ever since that night, Sadie refused to speak to him. She had stopped eating and drinking. She almost completely dehydrated herself but was forced to drink water. The human body can go for 30 days without food, but only 3 without water... She knew that and didn't care. Being dead sounded better than her new purpose in life, being her brother's personal fuck toy.

When Marcus was around, Sadie felt like she was always on edge. When he went hunting or gathering (Sadie had tried to run the last time) she could just lay there and relax.

Before things had turned for the worse with the siblings, when they first started living in the new world, Sadie would sometimes sing to keep the moral up between her and her brother. The singing stopped along with her talking, but only when he was around. Now that he was gone, she found her voice.

"Short steps, deep breaths. Everything is alright.
Chin up, I can't step into the spot light.
She said "I'm sad," somehow without any words.
I just stood there, searching for an answer.

When this world is no more, the moon is all we'll see.
I'll ask you to fly away with me.
Till the stars all fall down, they empty from the sky,
but I don't mind. If you're with me, then everything's alright."

Sadie was only halfway through the song when she heard a twig snap. Marcus was back. She took a deep breath and sat up, hoping he would at least give her a shirt to wear as she clean whatever it is that he caught... If he caught anything. He still have her stuff to do, and she did it she just didn't speak a word to him.

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Marcus emerged from the undergrowth to find Sadie sitting in the tent with the flap open, hidden from the world as much as she could be with nothing hiding her but the knees pulled up tight to her chest. He stood before the nearly dead fire for a moment, studying her. He felt bad about the relationship they now shared, and he felt bad about treating her the way he did. But he didn't know any other way to keep her from deserting him.

Ironically, it wasn't being alone or being celibate again that scared Marcus. He could have handled that. What scared Marcus was the thought of Sadie being out there in the world without him to protect her. She was his little sister, a vulnerable teen ager who, without him by her side, would fall victim to predators who would show her far more cruelty and abuse than she'd been receiving from him.

That first time he'd fucked his sister had been about spontaneity, about maintaining control, about relief. He honestly hadn't thought it would happen again as he laid there next to Sadie, listening to her sob herself to sleep. But it had. It had nearly every night for the past two weeks. He'd become obsessed with being inside her, not only because she felt so fucking good -- that tight, warm, wet pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock -- but also, in great part, because Marcus knew it was wrong.

He'd even stopped withdrawing from her, instead ejaculating deep inside her despite the fear of impregnating her. The angry animal inside of him somehow felt an even greater joy in the thought of Sadie carrying his child. What the two of them couldn't know, of course, was that the biologic weapon that had led to the demise of Humankind had affected most of the men who survived the bug in a way no one could have expected: most of man-kind was now sterile.

Still, the end of the world as they knew it still did not justify repeatedly raping one's 18 year old sister.

"Get dressed," he commanded, tossing to the ground before Sadie the pack in which he carried her clothes when he left her in camp. He tossed a second pack on the ground, too, this one the bag he carried the game he captured in the snares. It was empty, for the third day in a row. "This place is tapped out. We're leaving."



It was six hours later after a long, torturous hike through rough terrain that they were standing on a slight ridge overlooking a small grouping of homes and out buildings. There were other people here, the first they'd seen in almost three months. Marcus was hesitant to go down there. The world of law and order was no more, and stepping into a community where they were outsiders was risky if not dangerous.

But they were desperate. They hadn't eaten meat for three days, and the edible flora they'd foraged had been barely enough to keep them going. To make matters worse, six weeks without rain had caused the local springs to dry up, forcing them to dig down into the ground for safe though muddy drinking water that they'd strained as much as possible through a relatively clean tee shirt.

"If you try to leave me," Marcus said without looking to Sadie, the first words he'd spoken to her since they left the camp, "Or you tell anyone about..."

He didn't have to finish that line. Sadie knew about what Marcus was speaking. Now he turned to her, grasping her by the elbow and pulling her closer, with a grip that caused her face to tighten up in a pained expression. "If you think I'm a bad person..." He turned her hard to face the little town below. "...I want you to imagine what those men down there are like. I love you, Sadie. You may not believe it. But you are my sister ... I love you ... I will protect you always ... and you will suffer a horrific end down there without me at your side."

Still grasping her elbow, he started them down the decline toward the town...



It was less a town than it was a large ranch that had expanded since Armageddon. The original layout had been a large ranch house, a bunk house, a huge barn, and several smaller barns and buildings, including a chicken coop, goat barn, and more. But over time, there had been added a tent city to one direction, an assortment of motor coaches and camp trailers to the other, and the construction of make shift shacks to the other two directions.

They were met at the outskirts by a quartet of armed men flanking an open gate with a sign over top, indicating the community's new name:

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Marcus had never seen the 1985 movie "Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome" so he didn't realize that the old worn sign was a play on one of the film's fictitious settings. And while the entrance wasn't guarded by the wildly dressed men of a fantasy future, it was in fact secured by a quartet of armed men who surrounded Marcus and Sadie as they stepped close.

"Weapons?" the lead man asked, looking him up and down even as the other three men were ogling his younger sister. When Marcus didn't respond, the man said with a firmer tone, "Are you carrying weapons?"

Marcus held his hands out to show that they were empty, then parted his over coat to reveal the big knife in a sheath on one hip and the .45 caliber pistol on the other. Just as were his hands, Marcus said about the big gun, "It's empty."

"Regardless," the lead man said, nodding to one of his cohorts who stepped forward and disarmed Marcus of both weapons, "We'll keep it until you leave town. You'll get it back ... so long as you don't cause any trouble. My name is Clancy. I'm Clancy. Are you hear to barter?"

"We're hungry," Marcus said.

"We're all hungry," Clancy said, a slight smile on his face, "all the time."

"Not always for food," one of the other men said.

When Marcus looked to the man, he found him ogling Sadie with conspicuous desires.

"What do you have to barter?" Clancy went on, ignoring the man's comments as well as the whispers taking place between the other two men who were also looking the teen age beauty up and down. "Coin...? Pelts...? Meds...?"

Marcus and Sadie had nothing to offer, of course. They'd been out in the wilderness on their own for far too long, and every farm house or abandoned town they'd come across had already been thoroughly pillaged of any and all valuables. Marcus looked between the three hungry men, then to the object of their desires.

"I have one thing to barter," he told Clancy, again reaching out to take Sadie by the elbow and pull her close to his side in a way that left little question as to what he was thinking. "Who do I talk to about that?"

 

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Sadie continued to follow her brother to the town. He told her not to tell anyone what he had been doing to her... With how the world was, she doubted anyone had any morals left. When he said he loved her, she scowled but still said nothing. He didn't know what love was. What happened once they got into town only confirmed that thought for her.

*****

Her brother now held her in front of him and Sadie could feel the men's stares. She wanted to yell at her brother. What happened to him saying he was protecting her? Now he was feeding her to the wolves so he could eat. Sadie didn't see it as him providing a way for both of their survival.

"She doesn't say much does she?... That's fine, she won't be doing much talking anyway. What do you want for her?

The question did give Sadie a panic. Was her brother going to sell her and leave her here with these Men?

 

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"What do you want for her?" Clancy asked.

Without hesitation, Marcus answered, "Probably more than you're wanting to pay ... but then ... virgins should be worth more."

The expressions on the four male faces varied, from hungry delight to scrutinizing doubt. Sadie was young and, despite the harshness of her current world, still young looking, which supported Marcus's claim. But these days, any female that bled also bred. There were no more protections against such immoralities, as Sadie would attest if her brother hadn't frightened her into silence.

"Virgin," Clancy murmured, looking not at Sadie's shapely body but at her face, trying to read her own expression. Did it support her companion's claim as much as his firm words did? He looked back to Marcus and asked, "Why haven't you fucked her?"

Marcus made a pffft sound with pinched lips, answering, "She's my sister. Would you fuck your own sister?"

"No, but I wouldn't see her either," the man said with an obviously critical tone.

"I'm not selling her," Marcus responded. "I'm ... renting her. Now ... who in town can offer me what her purity is worth."

Almost simultaneously, the three men flanking Clancy said, "Melanie."

Marcus's expression revealed his surprise at hearing a female not male name as the town's wealthiest person, which he assumed this Melanie to be. With a tone that made his question sound even dirtier and more inappropriate than it was, Marcus asked, "She's into little girls, this Melanie?"

Clancy was already turning to lead the pair into town as he answered, "Don't know ... but ... she'll know someone who is. C'mon."

Marcus dropped in behind Clancy, still holding Sadie's elbow tightly. He whispered, "We have a once in a life time opportunity here, sis. Don't fuck it up ... or we're gonna starve to death ... or worse."

 

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Sadie kept her eyes to the ground as the men talked about her as if she wasn't there. When Marcus called her a virgin and claimed that he never fucked her, she grimiced and closed her eyes. What was going to happen when it was discovered that she wasn't a virgin? That she didn't bleed when th next man penetrated her? She didn't know and hopefully she wouldn't need to find out.

Marcus told her to keep quiet... That was rather stupid, Sadie no longer saw the benefit in talking to anyone. These men were same as her brother, monsters. They just wanted one thing from her and they didn't care how they got it.

When Sadie heard that they would be taking her to a woman, questions filled her head. Was she a monster too? What was going to happen to her here? Thoughts kept coming to her one after the other as she was lead through the town. Looking around Sadie saw all sorts of people... There were even some children.

Finally they were taken to a large house. Once inside Sadie could smell a variety of things, booze (which was probably hard to come by unless they were making the stuff), tobacco (again they must have been growing their own), and other things mixed in the air. They started to climb up to the second floor, then go through the hall to the back of the building. Sadie could hear voices... Lots of them, but one seemed to boom over the rest as she demanded everyone to be quiet.

Once they entered the room, Sadie could see it was a large library. It looked like there was some kind of meeting happening. There were men and women, and in front of them was a woman in his 50s. She had a hard look on her face, and Sadie could tell that this was not someone you wanted to make angry.

 

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Clancy directed Marcus to one side of the library, in the back near the door. "Wait. She'll be with you when she's with you."

Still clasping his sister's elbow, Marcus led Sadie with him to the room's back corner. There were two chairs there, but after he urged Sadie to sit, Marcus continued to stand. He was entranced with the woman sitting in a tall backed chair atop a slightly higher platform at the head of the room. It was as if she was Queen of the Kingdom, holding court.

"You will surrender a proven Doe to the Plaintiff to compensate him for killing his breeder," she was telling the man cowering before her. She looked to a second man, who had already been standing tall but seemed to get taller still when he realized that he was about to recoup his lost goat. "You will choose the goat."

"But--!" the defendant began with a surprised tone loud enough to immediately get a scowl from Melanie. He cowered again, then -- in a significantly more subservient tone -- continued, "Miss Melanie, he knows which is my best breeder, and he will choose her!"

In a calm tone, the judge asked, "Will that likely prevent you from trespassing against your neighbor in the future?"

After a moment, the man murmured, "Yes, Miss."

Melanie smiled politely. "Then I would say the judgment is appropriate, wouldn't you?"

The man only nodded.

Melanie glanced to her right to a man who was holding a large ledger in which he was jotting. "Bailiff, court costs will be ... one Kid. Male."

"Yes, Miss," the man with the ledger said, nodding to a pair of men flanking the defendant. The pair gestured the two court attendees away, and the four of them headed for the back of the library and out of view. "Next case."

Marcus looked back to the head of the court to see Clancy lean in and whisper to Melanie. The woman looked directly at Marcus, then at Sadie. She spoke softly, then -- as Clancy headed back toward the brother-sister pair -- she continued, "Plead your case."

As Clancy gestured him to follow, Marcus could hear a woman begin to explain that she'd been raped. Marcus stopped suddenly, asking Clancy, "Can I hear this?"

Clancy hesitated for a moment with a look in his face that so obviously expressed the question Why does this in particular interest you? He took Sadie by her other elbow -- more politely than her brother had over the last many minutes -- and said, "Fine, we'll meet you down the hall ... second door." He looked to Sadie and asked, "Will you follow me?"

 

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Sadie didn't argue. Even if she was going to be with this man, at least she would be away from her brother. She nodded to the man, but kept quiet. They walked for a while until they came to a master bedroom.

The room was very lavish. A four poster bed with red sheets, art on the walls, TV and d&d player (cable was no longer an option). That's when Sadie realized... This town had electricity! They must have used a generator or something. As she continued to look, she noticed more... There were reatraints on the bed... Was this woman going to use her for her own pleasure?

"Bathroom is in there." Clancy pointed towards the door. "I suggest you clean yourself before Melanie comes in to look at you."

Sadie did as she was told. She didn't bother closing the door. She just turned on the water and stripped. Stepping inside she found that the water was actually warm!... How long has it been since she had a hot shower? Years, she knew that. Quickly she scrubbed herself clean. Afterwards she dried off and Clancy told her not to get dress and to sit on the bed. He kept leering at her but made no attempts to advance towards her.

She sat on the bed, naked, and waited.

 

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In the library, court continued. Miss Melanie, as all referred to her, listened carefully to the woman's pleas, politely telling her when she began to become distraught that she was safe here and should continue, leaving out no details. The accused rapist interrupted twice, only to be chastised by Melanie's harsh looks and quick commands to remain silent. The third time he cut in, a simply head gesture from the Judge led to a pair of Guards taking the man to the floor to gag him.

"This is quite a story," Melanie said when the woman finally finished her testimony. The words has been spoken with sympathy ... but her next ones weren't. "It's quite a lie, too."

"I'm not ly--" the woman began.

"Gag her!" Melanie snapped, and in even shorter time than it had taken to silence the man, the suddenly sobbing woman had a cloth shoved into her mouth and a tie holding it in place. The judge waved forward another woman and ordered, "Tell the court what you told me, young lady."

The second woman quickly described the other's intricate plan to punish the innocent man -- a man of money, the facts would reveal -- for having ignored her romantic advances. The female witness explained, "She thought she might be able to get some property out of him ... maybe even indentured servitude."

"Well, there will be servitude involved," Melanie responded. She contemplated her next words -- what she and she alone would determine to be appropriate punishment -- then looked to the Bailiff to ensure he was ready. "Strip her bare. Shackle her to the whipping post in the Square. Every night for the next three nights, a man to whom I or Bartertown as a whole have an owed financial debt may choose to void that debt in exchange for violating this woman's body, either in public or private, a choice of his choosing, for a time of up to one half hour. With the exception of penal intrusion, she is not to be harmed in any other way..."

By now, the gagged woman was sobbing fiercely, her cries muted by the gag, her thrashing controlled by the Guards on either side of her.

"On the fourth night," Melanie continued, "she will be remanded to the custody of the falsely accused--" She nodded toward the man, who nodded his head in return. "--for one moon's time of indentured servitude. She is yours to do with as you please, including sexual activity, so long as she is not injured or harmed in anyway." Again she looked to the man, saying, "Or, I will credit you ... let's make it two thousand Chips instead, paid evenly in installments over the save time period of one moon."

Marcus's eyes were wide with shock at the Judge's sentence. This woman was a hard ass. He understood why she was punishing the woman in this way: false claims against innocent people had long been considered one of the greatest injustices of a just society. He could remember news stories of men and women who spent decades behind bars, some awaiting execution, only to at long last be acquitted of their crimes because of new evidence, very often DNA-related. But he'd never heard of a woman who falsely accused a man of rape being raped as her punishment, by her accuser and others both!

Suddenly, Marcus's face exploded with heat and he looked around quickly to see if anyone was paying him -- and his raging hard-on -- any attention. He didn't know whether it was the crime, the punishment, or the Judge that was exciting him, but he found himself finally taking that seat in the back of the room to hide the more than obvious grown below his belt line.

"I'll take the Chips, please, Miss Melanie," the man finally answered. Again, Marcus was shocked. The man had passed up having this woman -- who, from here, appeared fairly attractive and well shaped -- as his indentured and his sexual servant for...

Two thousand Chips...? Marcus assumed that a Chip was some sort of monetary token, but he couldn't know how much one was worth. It must be a lot to pass up a virtual slave for 28 days for three thousand of them.

"Court is adjourned until this time two days hence," the Bailiff announced, signaled by Melanie. There was a roll of disappointment from others who had hoped to have their cases heard, but the Bailiff and Guards brought a quick end to that, and soon the court was cleared with the exception of Marcus and the Bailiff, who approached him and asked, "Will you come with me sir?"



"I hear you have something of value with which you would like to barter," Melanie said when the Bailiff led Marcus to an adjacent room and then left again. She turned to look the newcomer up and down, her face devoid of any particular emotion other than curiosity. Finally, a smirk spread her lips. "A virgin no less."

"Yes, ma'am," Marcus said, respect in his tone.

"They call me Miss Melanie," the woman corrected him.

She turned away from him and shed her shawl, hanging it over a hook. Then, causing Marcus's eyes and mouth both to open with surprise, she pulled at a bow in the middle of her back and caused her elegant dress to fall to the floor about her feet. She wore a tight fitting corset, boy shorts, and stockings, which she pulled higher and tighter up her shapely thighs after lifting one, then the other foot to a stool beside her.

Marcus couldn't believe how good she looked, not just for a woman of fifty-something but for a woman of any age. Melanie glanced toward Marcus, who -- winning a hard fought battle with his throbbing cock -- managed to pull his eyes from her shapely body to look into her older yet still beautiful face.

"You like?" she asked suggestively.

Marcus cleared his throat and responded, "You are a very beautiful woman, ma'-- Miss Melanie. Yes ... I like ... as I am sure all men do, if you don't mind me saying."

She laughed, stood tall from finishing with her stockings, then walked slowly toward Marcus, stopping only when less than an inch separated her bountiful breasts from his more-than-normally rising and falling chest.

"I'm not a virgin," she said softly, her eyes darting back and forth between his own. It was obvious that Marcus wanted to respond but had no idea what to say, and Melanie laughed again, saying with confidence, "No more than your sister is."

Marcus's face exploded with fire again at his exposure, and he glanced away with guilt. Melanie asked, "Have you fucked her?"

"No, Miss Melanie," Marcus lied quickly. "She really is my sister."

"But she has been fucked," Melanie continued.

Marcus's gaze dropped to the floor. After a moment, he admitted, "Yes. She ... we were attacked ... and ... we, um--"

"She was raped," Melanie filled in, wrongly but rightly at the same time. "Has she gotten over it enough to function in bed with a man without freaking out?"

Marcus looked up into the woman's eyes, thinking, Not fucking hardly. His answer to her, though, was more vague. "I'm not sure, Miss Melanie ... but..."

"But she is the only thing you have to barter," Melanie answered, this time dead on. "So you're hoping she'll function."

Marcus didn't respond immediately, but when he did it was only with a slight nod of his head.

Melanie turned away, heading into a walk in closet, knowing that her guest's gaze was solidly on the swaying buttocks that were so inefficiently contained in the tight, miniscule shorts. "You heard the punishment I handed down to that woman who lied to me, yes?"

Marcus's previously reddened face suddenly went white. "Yes, Miss Melanie."

"And you lied to me, yes?"

When Marcus didn't promptly answer, Melanie looked out from the closet. As he nodded, she asked, "Shall we determine your punishment here and now ... or save it for court two days from now ... a time during which you will be required to serve hard labor in the Pit to pay for your room and board."

"Now is fine," Marcus answered without even thinking.

When she emerged from the closet, Melanie was fully dressed, now very casually in something between sports casual and farm chore labor. She stepped up close to Marcus, studying him for a long moment. Then, with confidence and an obvious air of non-negotiability, she sentenced him.

"You will leave your sister with me for six days," she said as she headed for a coat rack and a second shawl, then headed for the door, continuing, "and you will report to Clancy -- who, or is it whom, I believe you already met -- to be assigned what ever position of labor he needs filled ... for the same six day period ... room and board at double cost ... half wages."

She opened the door wide, an obvious indication that it was time for Marcus to depart. As he passed by her, she reached out to place a hand upon his chest in a more familiar way than he would expected, considering they'd only known each other a few minutes.

"You will speak to no one of our discussion here today," she said, a wide, flirtatious smile upon her lips. "No one is to know that your sister is not pure of body and spirit. She is of little value to either of us as a slut. Understand?"

Marcus was enjoying the feel of Melanie's hand upon his chest and, down below, was once again hardening to full stiffness. "Yes, Miss Melanie."

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"Bathroom is in there," Clancy said, pointing. "I suggest you clean yourself before Melanie comes in to look at you."

He watched Sadie head into the bathroom and was expecting her to close the door. But she didn't, instead dropping all of her clothes -- all of her clothes -- before stepping into the shower to clean off. She was incredible, despite showing obvious signs of being malnourished. That wouldn't last, of course: beautiful young females ate well in Bartertown, courtesy of an overabundance of horny, particularly older men.

When Sadie returned, she sat on the bed, still naked. Clancy had headed for the closet as he heard the water turn off o retrieve a beautiful silk robe. "Don this please."

When she stood to put the gown on, Clancy couldn't help but look over her body. He wished so badly that he could simply take the young woman here and now, but her fate in Bartertown was up to Melanie. Crossing the powerful woman was typically the last thing others did before finding themselves crucified in the town square or simply disappeared in the night.

Soon enough, Melanie appeared, immediately greeting Sadie and beginning a barrage of questions such as where she and Marcus had come from, how long they'd been on the road, and such forth. And as she asked, she removed the silk robe from Sadie and combined circling the girl with turning her this way and that to get a good look at her womanly features.

"You are a beautiful young woman," Melanie finally said at the end of her questions. Quite pointedly, she said, "Your brother had informed me that you are, in fact, not a virgin ... that you were raped."

Melanie didn't clarify that Marcus had said others had raped Sadie, but Melanie just continued onward, "In Bartertown, the best and fastest way that a young woman with your looks and body can make money is by servicing men. I do mean sexually servicing, of course. Following your rape, do you think you are emotionally capable of having sex with strangers for a level of compensation you couldn't even think of making as a farm hand or café waitress or ... well, just about anything.