Road Warrior

[ariosto]

This thread begins with dansemajik and myself.
others may be asked to play as the tale develops.


Post Apocalyptic America...30 years from now, somewhere in the dry wastelands of the sunscorched midwest.

He'd traded the battered pickup for the girl, figuring to sell her at the market down in Trinity. She wasn't bad looking once the dirt was washed away. Her hair was silvery gold and her eyes looked like the Big Water over the mountains that Jake had seen twice in his near four decades of life. Forty was almost ancient in these hard and cruel times and he'd barely survived by his wits and his strength. Jake wasn't a big man but he was strong and fast and crafty and of those three crafty was the winner. Not that he wasn't marked mind you, a scar on his left temple that ran to his eyebrow, a slight limp from a duel crash up on Old Ten and a crisscross of whip scars over his broad back, a souvenir from his days as a slave on the New King Ranch. His hair was short and thick and a perpetual stubble covered his sun browned face. His eyes were so pale you could almost see through them.

He was happy today, he'd traded a beat up wheelie for a good looking pussy that would keep him warm till she went on the block
at the Trinity.
"Come on girl, you get up there!"
She stared in awe at the ancient Black Peterbilt which seemed to
loom two stories off the ground.

"Get up there!" Jake gave her kick and she scrambled hand over hand into the dim interior.
He climbed up behind the wheel and looked over at her. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing fast. Her hands were bound together behind her back.
Jake reached out and tore open the front of her thin sackcloth
dress. She sucked in her breath.
The girl had perfect breasts, a young girl's breasts, high and firm and coral tipped.
Jake smiled....some fun tonight!

"What's your name girl?" he said as he reached over with a 10 inch butcher knife and cut the rope which held her wrists.
"What's your name?"

 

[dansemajik]

At last

My name. This beast wanted my name. I thought to myself, should I give him the name I was given at birth, or the name given me by the first man who had claimed me as slave.

I backed up just a bit from his angry eyes. I wasn't so much afraid of this mans hands, or any part of his body, that was something I had experienced since I was still a child. I was not a child any longer, and I had learned that there was pleasure in some aspects of pain.

I decided to give him the name I was given at birth. I bowed my head as I was taught and said, "My name master is Saida" I didn't tell him it meant roughly, forest voices...I also didn't tell him the gifts I was given upon birth. How would I have stayed alive as long as I had if I had not been given a means of survival?

I put my hand on the handle and pulled myself into the foul smelling machine.

I pulled my burlap back around my body. I would survive this man the same as I had survived the dozen before him and the same way I would survive whatever else my future held.

In these times, a womans future was unsure at best.

OOC: Sorry it took so long...long story...but I will try to keep up.
Hugs Ariosto...Danse.

 

[ariosto]

Jake pulled out of the traders fort as quickly as the old girl would go. That was the name he had paid to have painted on her rusting side. "The Old Girl"...not that many could read it anymore.
He kept the rig going at a steady 25. You had to be aware of your rubbers which cost as much as gold and he was none to sure of the 'gasoline' he'd just purchased along with the girl. Only he'd paid real coin for that tank.

Said...funny name. he looked over at her. Small, ...very fair...pretty. He'd demanded to see her body of course when he'd made the deal and had been pleasently surprised.

He had an urge to see it again.
Without taking his eyes from the dusty road trace ahead he commanded,
"Strip girl. Take off your clothes. There's a creek just ahead."

The semi swung off the road bed and into the ford next to the fallen bridge. Jake fishtailed it up the other bank and stopped. He turned to the silent girl.

"I said strip dammit. Now! You do what I say."

He was already peeling off the leather vest that covered his broad scarred chest.

 

[dansemajik]

Saida

I calmly removed my torn garment, and regarded him steadily. When he stopped the beast he drove near the creek, I pushed open the door and jumped down.

I stood facing the creek, letting the sound of the rushing water speak to me, letting the slight breeze whisper its secrets into my ears. The grass curled about my toes, lovingly caressing my feet.

I turned and faced him, taking in his body. He was well built, strong, and muscled. He bore the scars of a man used to battle, who didn't back away from it.

My golden skin on the other hand was unmarred. My breasts floated nicely on my chest, nipples erect. I raised an eyebrow, waiting.

 

[ariosto]

Jake had not had a woman in a very long time. He'd stayed away from the Trader's whores because they were notorious for sickness and because he was husbanding his resources to barter for this girl who was standing here naked before him. Soft and vulnerable against the harsh dun of the cut wall. He wanted her right now.
She watched him stonily as he stripped off his aged denims and even the sight of his towering erection swaying between his legs seemed not to effect her. She looked right past him and wondered what was in store for her. Her old Master had been kind and gentle what would this rough leathered gypsy be like.
She found out.
His hands gripped her shoulders clenching them tight against her sides and his mouth found her upthrust nipples, sucking and tearing at them.
He tumbled her into the grass by the rushing water and forced her legs open. She tightened herself into a knot and prepared for the worst.
Jake turned her face towards his and met her frightened eyes with his own.
"Now let's see girl, if you were worth it..."

 

[dansemajik]

saida

This man, my temporary master, sees what he wants to see. He should have learned in all his years that nothing is what it seems.

He sees fear? My lips curl into a small smile as he forces me into the grass. The blades caress my skin, clamor to touch me. The wind whispers in the trees and the brook bubbles more intently.

I slow my breathing, and let my body relax. He will do what he wishes. I will not make him pay this time, but I only give on free lesson.

 

[ariosto]

She did'nt fight as he had thought she might, in fact she showed a certain eagerness in allowing him to push himself so easily into her. She raised her knees and shut her eyes adding this new rhythm to those that already coursed inside . He was larger than her old Master and his skin was rougher but she sensed in him the power of a protector and she needed one badly.
Her nipples burned and ached as he sucked and teased them.
His hands were hard but they didnt hurt when they caressed her.

Jake was lost in the act. He thrust into her with increasing violence as his need became more urgent. She was all white and blond and smelled of soap and sweet wood smoke. He was the harsh stones and bitter winds of the New American Desert and perhaps only the hawk that circled high above knew that in their union a legend was being born.

 

[ariosto]

(((((((((((((bump)))))))))))))))))
Welcome back Danse!
Do you want to play?

 

[dansemajik]

Always willing to play with you Ariosto....

As he raged his way into me, I opened myself up to him and let him feel a moment of pure bliss before I closed the door and made him feel the emptiness that he expected.

This man, My master gave me something back, something alive and thriving as it wormed its way into me. I screamed with the joy of it as the waves crashed down around me, his hands cruel on my breasts, his face a mask of glaring anger.

I put my hands to his face and bade him open his eyes, to see what was lying in mine.

 

[ariosto]

He fell into her eyes. Huge luminous eyes.
For a moment his tempo stopped, he stayed still. The length of him lost in her...time drifted.

The Hawk screamed and he shook himself.
He pressed his face against her warm cheek and drove himself with renewed intensity into her.
Her legs squeezed against his sides. He felt a powerful tightening within her and his cock slowed as though held fast.
He almost grew angry until he realised that she was working him with those muscles. Working him towards an aching burning release.

"Saida..." he gasped and then he was cumming.
It was as though she was milking the spend from him with each shuddering contraction.
He had never had sex like this before!