Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (18 page)

"You still haven’t told me about your plan. Of what’ll
happen to the people from Omega. Or me, for that matter. I’m
not great in the role of a princess, but who knows, to a murdering
rapist I might look just swell in the role." Her eyes were hard
on him, and she shifted once more under his gaze.

The darkly tanned man laughed, finding only amusement once more it
seemed. "We can work out details later. But once the valley is
mine, your people could be," he shrugged and looked around,
"managers. Leaders. After all, I only have the Viles. And they
are almost useless at doing anything but killing and pillaging."
Smiling to her he tapped the side of his head, "I need thinkers.
And of course, your friends will need someone to guide them." He
gestured to her, his hand less than an inch from touching her breast,
"You."

Even if she were to flee, there was nowhere to flee to. Still, she
stood up, beginning to pace in front of him, "And what type of
assurances do I have that the Viles won’t go psycho on them,
huh?"

He tapped his hard chest, that barrel chest of his making a thud
from the motion, "Mine," he said. With a confident smile,
he didn’t look disingenuous to her at all. "Savaged and
dead overlords don’t manage an empire well," he observed.
"But I want from you a sign you are serious," he stated,
leaning forward. "You are unique," he looked her over as
she stood there, nude, her wrists still shackled but otherwise free
and bare, "but I need to know you are interested in this offer I
make you. I do not offer it lightly."

Her eyes were at him, and her lip trembled, "If I say ‘no’
will you call off the raid and offer protection and hope to my
people? Let them go back to the bunker? Save the town from the
mysterious other threats?" she thought out loud, breathing a bit
harder. "What type of deal did you make with Kenir, huh?"

The large man leaned back into the corner of the couch, looking a
bit exasperated by the questions. "My deal with Kenir was a
trade of supplies. He is perhaps one of the few others in this valley
who knows of the threats I speak of. He refused to join me, but in
exchange he offered to set up some of his own people for an ambush,
where I could claim supplies to help in the war against the Others."

He looked to her to be genuine, although losing patience for the
telling. "However, Kenir is a degenerate. He is corrupt and will
only lead his people and the whole valley to its doom. That is why we
need to be unified," he stated. With a shrug he said, "If
you refuse my offer, I will have to go ahead with my plans as best I
can on my own. If you join me, however? You can try to help me come
up with a better way to do things."

She stared at him before she moved back to the couch, crossing her
legs once more, "Then there needs to be some ground rules, I
think."

Looking exasperated still–and like a man not used to being
so–he lifted his thick arms and shrugged, "Go on. Try me.
But my patience grows thin. I do not make deals with many," he
warned.

"Well, you said my people will be the leaders in your little
revolution. I’m holding you to that, and I want Marim to be
treated well. I don’t want any of them raped or killed, and
this is in your best interest. If you want these people to follow
you, they’re going to listen to me, and if they’re in
constant fear, there’s nothing we can do about it. Secondly, I
want to find out what happened to Grent, to talk to him in private,
and I want him treated the same as the Omega’s. He’s a
man you want on your side. He’s a man I want on my side,"
she stared at him, trying to gauge his reaction to her bossiness.

Irritation and annoyance was what she saw, though he waved it off,
"I have said most of this already. As for this man you keep
mentioning, I do not know of him, but I will have him found if he is
here," he stated. "Now," he leaned back forward,
looking at her intensely, "are you ready to seal the deal?"

"Why do I have a feeling that you’re asking me if I’m
going to spread my legs for you?" she asked, her brown eyes
boring into his.

A wide smile formed on his face and he reached out to cup her
chin, "Because you are a clever girl. Just like your mother."

"Fuck, why would you bring her up now?" she hissed a
bit, her eyes downcast. There was still hurt there, residual and
usually deeply repressed. "Listen, this shit is complicated and
terrifying. And I don’t like pain. And I feel like that’s
what I’m agreeing to here."

Nodding to her he said, "I understand. You have your present
from me, and my offer. I will give you a couple hours to think it
over. Is that fair?" he asked, the horrifying looking man
looking so casual and at ease before her, his ripped body undoubtedly
gorgeous if not for the hideous tattoos that marked him so.

"So you’re not denying that you’re going to hurt
me," she asked, and it was almost as if she deflated. All of the
rage left her, and it was like looking into a shell. "If you
return with good news about Grent..." she trailed off, then bit
her lower lip, stilling its quiver.

Waving a hand dismissively he said, "I will not hurt you like
that if you do not wish it," he said, apparently having
misunderstood her. "I thought you meant the hurt of whatever
moral qualms you have," at that he slipped from the sofa and
stood, towering back over her. "I have women for that already,"
he said as he reached out, brushing the backs of his fingers over her
blonde hair and smiling, "I will be nice if you wish it. Sweet
even. It will be a fun change for me. So let’s go," he put
his hand around to her shoulder blade, lightly guiding her towards
the door.

She took in a breath, her eyes closing for a moment as she was
easily led, "So are we safe from your dogs? The people here, I
mean. Or is that an offensive term? What should I call the weak and
the rage fuelled?"

"Whatever you like," he said, taking her out and across
a hallway. The room he led her into was grand, large and with a
massive pile of cushions. It wasn’t kept in the greatest of
condition, but it appeared clean enough, better than most of the old
colony. "You are above them once our deal is done," he
said, reaching a hand over as he guided her towards the bed, sliding
his hard smooth palm over her stomach to cup a breast, "they
will be your dogs, as you say."

She swallowed, but even in her fear, her nipple stiffened and he
could feel her skin stand at attention. It was unwanted, and she
stepped back from him, her eyes boring into his. "So I guess you
must have liked mom, huh? Or hated her. Probably both, from the looks
of it."

"As you say," he responded, smiling pleasantly. "She
could be stubborn like you, but she was a beautiful and sweet woman,"
he stepped back towards her, the giant man hedging her in against the
bed as he reached for her tit again, that powerful hand squeezing her
breast so that the stiff nipple pressed into his palm. Looking down
to her he said in a husky, lust laden voice, "I am Nazir, by the
way."

That same spark of dangerous desire traveled her body, so similar
to her experience with Jarago. Her body craved something her mind
fought against, and she licked her lower lip quickly, as if uncertain
what the motion would wrought from him. "I’ve never been
called sweet."

With a toothy grin that showed immense pleasure at her response,
he tugged away the pathetic garment that passed for his kilt, letting
it slip to the ground as the heavy thickness of his cock pounced up.
Kneading the supple flesh of her large tit in one hand, he brought
the other to her hip and guided her back onto the bed, lifting his
left–knifeless–knee onto the bed beside her.

Her eyes widened, shocked at his behaviour, though really she
shouldn’t have been. Her mouth was agape as she felt his body
move against hers, "You said I had a few hours."

Sliding his hand from her hip he took hold of one leg, prying her
thigh back to expose her slit. Reaching for it he brazenly touched
his hard hand, feeling the reluctant dampness there. "You’ve
already decided though," he said with that confident smile, the
barbaric man manipulating and contorting her to his will as that
thick, virile cock throbbed before her, so full of desire for her.
"See?" He lifted his fingers, showing her the glossy tips
before tasting them himself.

"That just happens," she protested, but her skin was
already feeling so warm. She was trying to block out the faces of the
men she knew she’d be disappointing, but they were nagging at
her, trying to tell her what to do. To fight, to get away and save
herself.

At least, that’s what she thought they’d say.

It wasn’t much help to her now, as she let her body be
manipulated by the older, larger man. Swallowing, she pushed herself
back on the bed, "Fuck, this is too much."

Climbing up onto the bed on both knees he pursued her, suckling
his fingers clean of her flavour. He brought the other hand to his
cock, pumping the thick, beastly thing, his fist brushing against the
pale tuft of hair there, so oddly contrasting his darkly tanned skin.
As he loomed back over her she could see the glistening precum on its
tip, smell the musk of his arousal, "I will be kind and
appreciative with you, sweet Alexandra," he said, his heavy
voice almost a purr as he took hold of her two thighs again, keeping
them wide.

Fuck, it worked before. "I’ve never gone all the way,"
she whined, squirming backwards again, "I can do other stuff!
I’m good at that!"

It worked, in that he bought it. The gleam in those dark hazel
eyes of his attested to it as he bent over her, sliding his thick
girth along her slit. "Too perfect," he said, the weight of
that thick cock against her quim so pronounced. "This will
really prove you mean it then," he said with a lick of his lips,
rocking his hips so that the bulbous tip of his manhood positioned
itself at her entrance.

She gasped as she felt that familiar, solid heat run against her
slick body, and her elbows dug into the mattress. It wasn’t
that she was aroused, necessarily, but she couldn’t say that
she was exactly dreading it. The guilt in her stomach kept turning as
she was unable to push Grent’s fate from her mind, but then,
she didn’t have a choice. Not really.

She could fight and beg and run, and find herself in worse states.
There were worse things than having a thick cock pushed between her
legs, and as soon as the thought occurred to her, her mind raced back
to her lover and tears welled in the corner of her eyes.

It happened then, and though it was far from the violent rape she
feared when heading out into the Viles territory, it wasn’t
exactly gentle either. Perhaps it was true to his words as he saw
it–the abhorrent Nazir; rapist and killer–but his thick
cock was pushed into her with a firm thrust so that it banged against
her depths without being able to fit the entirety of it inside.

The powerful man gave such a loud, uninhibitedly lewd groan of
pleasure at that, palming one of her breasts and squeezing as he
ground himself against her. She could feel the weight of his balls
resting against her ass and he kissed her lips firmly before tugging
back and thrusting again.

She was most surprised by his kiss, and gasped against his mouth,
her eyes shutting tightly as she whimpered beneath him. Her breathing
was so fast, bringing her breast to his hand and drawing it away as
she nearly began to hyperventilate. She shifted beneath him, trying
to escape his length, and she felt... sore. It wasn’t the same
as with the other two, though both had managed to tease and lick her
to supreme wetness.

The dampness that only her cunt provided, given the stressful
circumstances, was not enough to protect her from the large shaft’s
tug, and as he began moving, her whimpers grew.

Knowing how he took his other women, it was no surprise he didn’t
think this odd or peculiar. He merely thrust into her at that hard
fast rate his warped mind thought constituted sweet and gentle,
kissing her hard and gruffly, the musk of that barbarian all around
her.

As the slaps of his sac striking her with each plunge of that
thick, weapon of a cock, he slid his other hand along her body and
over her arm. She didn’t notice his touches at first, then they
became a faint tickle as the man activated the implant within her.
Her bare arm lit up with a display of commands on her skin as he
deactivated the protection that kept her safe from disease and
unwanted pregnancy, all without missing a beat of that hard cock into
her cunt.

She remained oblivious to his nefarious actions, her face plunging
into her arm as she brought it over her face. Her long, wavy hair was
wrapped around her face and neck, shielding her slightly from the
vision of the powerful man claiming her.

With every thrust her frustrations and rage built; rage at herself
for selling it so cheap once more, at her inability to escape.
Frustration at how hard she was failing to live up to her own
standards, and instead laying beneath a brute considering ruling a
valley. All for what?

Atop her, the rutting savage's only response was to thrust harder,
that thick, swelling cock throbbing inside her as the slaps slowly
subsided with his balls contracting. His end was near, and he was
huffing and groaning so loudly. Despite his civil way of speaking,
when fucking he sounded every bit the animal he looked.

With a loud roar he buried himself into her, his fingers digging
into her large breast so rough as he quaked with his release. Even
Jarago felt gentle compared to this man’s use of her, his loins
emptying themselves with such savage thrusts and twitches, all the
while he grunted and amidst the gibberish she heard a "Take it,
sweetie."

She felt that bile rise to her throat again and she tried to hold
off the tears that scorched her eyes. If there was one thing she
didn’t want, it was to seem weak in front of this brute. She
pushed it all down and swallowed, letting out a final gasp as she
felt him bottom out inside her.