“Hey Becky, nice wheels…”
“Never mind the wheels, look at that bitch she’s got with her…”
“Damn she’s hot, I’d give her the best thirty seconds of her life!”
“Yeah she could swallow my spunk any day.”
“Ha ha, I bet your boyfriend would like a day off!” another replied
“Fuck you man!” A chorus of laughter rose up among the men.
“You want her or the car, I’ll see you in the market.” Rebecca told them before pushing Maxine towards the ramshackle huts of the town. They walked past rows of huts that made the shantytown of Hope Town seem well made. Some looked like they were held together by spit and prayers, while others were already partially collapsed. They approached one of the better made huts and entered. A tall, dark haired, muscular wastelander sat inside reading a dog eared magazine. Maxine saw the cover and realised it was a pornographic magazine. He probably couldn’t even read. Maxine noticed that he did seem better dressed that the rabble outside. She wondered if he was the leader of this wasteland community.
“Hey Travis.” Rebecca greeted him.
“Becky.” He nodded, dropping the magazine and eying Maxine lecherously. “What have you brought for us today?”
“A Mustang, a car load of fuel and her.”
“Looks like you’ve had a good day.” He smiled approaching Maxine. He ran his hands through her red hair, down the side of her face, down her neck and over her chest, lingering on her left breast and gently squeezing it through the thin material of her vest. She bristled and spat in his face. He backed away in surprise and his face flared with anger for a moment before it passed and he grinned, wiping the spittle from his cheek.
“You’ve got a fiery one here Becky.” He grinned.
“If you want her, you know where I’ll be.” She replied.
“I’ll be there.” Travis replied. “And I’ll be expecting my ten percent tax on all sales of course.”
“Of course.” Rebecca replied.
An hour later, they stood in a dusty square behind the shantytown. The Mustang had been sold as had the fuel. There had been no mention of the food and water, so Maxine assumed Rebecca had kept that for herself. Maxine was pushed into the centre of the square.
“Last but not least, what will you gentlemen bid for this lovely lady?” Rebecca addressed the crowd. “You can see she is a particularly fine example. Curves in all the right places, tall, clean and in good condition. I can personally confirm that not only is she a genuine redhead, but also a particularly fine lay.” She added with a conspiratorial wink. There was some wolf whistles and appreciative laughter.
“Fifty kilograms of food and water.” One voice offered.
“Fuck off!” Rebecca shot back. “I’d sooner keep her for myself than take that!” More laughter. “Come on gentlemen, give me a realistic offer.” There was some murmurs from the crowd. Rebecca approached Maxine.
“Spin around.” She whispered to her. “Show off the merchandise.”
“Fuck you.” Maxine hissed.
“Remember what I told you.” She whispered back. “Help me and I’ll make sure you go to someone who won’t be leaving your corpse to rot in a ditch in two days time.” Maxine glared at her before reluctantly twirling around for the assembled crowd.
“Two hundred kilograms of food and water.” Another voice shouted out.
“That’s more like it!” Rebecca smiled. “But she’s worth more than that!”
“Two fifty.” Another voice shouted. Maxine’s eyes darted to the source, finding a huge, corpulent man with cruel eyes. She knew he must be rich as only the rich could afford to eat to excess in this world.
“Three hundred.” The first countered.
“Four hundred.” The fat man shouted, looking defiantly at his opponent.” The first man grimaced, and shook his head.
“Shit” Rebecca whispered. “He is not an ideal candidate for you.”
“Any advance on four hundred?” She asked the crowd. “Surely one of you skinflints can beat that. When was the last time, myself excluded of course, that you set eyes on such a fine woman?” There were mutterings and shakes of the head from the watching crowd. Maxine glanced back at the fat man, who smiled sensing he had won her.
“Going once...” Rebecca announced reluctantly. Silence. “Going twice…”
“One tonne.” A voice shouted out from behind them. Maxine whirled around. It was Travis.
“One tonne from our illustrious leader!” Rebecca smiled disbelievingly. The fat man’s smug grin had vanished and he glared at Travis for a moment before glancing at Rebecca and shaking his head. “Going once… going twice… sold!” Travis smiled and strode forward. Rebecca thanked him and tossed him the keys to her cuffs.
“I’ll have it all taken to your hut, less my ten percent of course.” He grinned.
“Naturally.” She smiled. “Enjoy!” She added before disappearing amongst the dispersing crowd.
“Welcome home.” Travis smiled, opening the door to his hut and guiding her towards an inner door. The second room was obviously his bedroom and had a mattress inside covered with a sheet and some furs on top. It actually looked quite cosy. He took the key and unlocked the cuffs. She rubbed her sore wrists and regarded Travis suspiciously, wondering if she could sucker punch him and escape. She immediately discounted the idea as he was a big man and she didn’t rate her chances. He studied her thoughtfully until his lingering gaze made her feel even more uncomfortable than she already was.
“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She told him angrily.
“What’s your name?” He asked her, ignoring her comment.
“Maxine.” She replied.
“Well Maxine, let’s try and get off on the right foot here.” He smiled. Maxine noticed that this seemed a genuine smile, not the lecherous smile of earlier. “I’ll strike a bargain with you. I don’t want to force myself on you and I’m sure you don’t either, so how about this. You give yourself to me willingly and I will treat you with respect. I won’t harm you and will keep you safe, fed and watered. You may even find that you prefer it here with me to living day to day out there. So what do you say?”
“Not like a have much of a choice is it?” Maxine replied.
“You’ve always got a choice sweetheart.” He smiled. “Look, I’m no angel, but I’m not an animal either. I think you’ll find I’m actually an okay guy.”
“Well, I’ve always wondered what Stockholm syndrome would be like.” Maxine shot back.
“That’s the spirit!” Travis laughed. “I’ll leave you to get settled in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a little while.” He turned and left the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Maxine immediately examined the room searching for any way out. There were some windows at high level, but they were covered in a mesh. She checked for a loose board she may be able to pry open, but found none. She tried the door, but it was solid. Perhaps she could fashion a weapon from something? She searched the room. There was very little in the way of furniture and nothing that seemed to lend itself to becoming a lethal object. She looked at the mattress. Perhaps she could pull a spring out and straighten it, use it as a stabbing weapon. She sighed and shook her head. She wanted something to strike fear into Travis, not laughter. The sunlight from the window glinted off something in the corner of the room. It was an L shaped metal bracket fastening the wall to the floor. She examined it. She could just about turn the screws and quickly loosened them off. Having removed the bracket, she tried to push the wall, hoping it would open up a gap she could crawl through and escape, but the wall was still solid. She silently cursed. It must be fixed from the outside too. She looked at the bracket. It was quite soft aluminium and she straightened it and managed to tear part of it away leaving a sharp edge and point at one end. She smiled in satisfaction. Not perfect, but a serviceable shiv. She slipped the shiv down the side of the mattress, pulled off her clothes and lay down on t
he mattress. She pulled the furs over herself and waited.
Maxine awoke to the sound of the door being unlocked. She wondered how long she had been asleep. It must have been a while as it was now dark outside. The door swung open and Travis stepped in, switching on a light. He smiled down at Maxine, seeing her clothes in a pile on the floor.
“Glad to see you’ve come around.” He grinned, and began to undress. She smiled back, her hand tightening on the shiv. “Despite what you might think, I’m really not an animal.” He continued as he unbuttoned his jacket. “Before the war, I was just a normal guy. An office job, company car, nice house, beautiful wife and then the war happened and it was all taken from me. I lost my way for a while when some animal killed my wife. I killed him with my bare hands and the rabble that followed him followed me instead. I did a lot of things I wasn’t proud of, but eventually we came here. Most of those men are savages and I only have so much control. I knew I couldn’t let you go to any of that rabble. When I first saw you, you reminded me of my wife. She looked a lot like you, but she had your fire too.” Maxine wished he would stop talking. It would be easy to stick an animal, but Travis was rapidly becoming a human being. He threw off his top, revealing a muscular torso and unbelted his jeans. “You would be nothing but a disposable object to them, but to me you are a human being, a beautiful woman and deserve to be treated as such.” His jeans dropped to the floor. He smiled at her. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m only human and still want to satisfy my own urges, but I will treat you with respect.”
Maxine couldn’t help but wonder how, even in this world, keeping her locked up and using her as a sex slave would qualify as treating her with respect, but she would still feel guilty about killing him. Travis was certainly misguided, but not evil and in his own strange way, was trying to do the right thing. He reached down and pulled his underpants down. His semi erect cock sprung free and Maxine gasped. Travis was huge. It was long, but it was the thickness that amazed her. She felt a delicious tingling sensation from her pussy as she gazed at the magnificent appendage. She smiled in anticipation and she released her grip on the shiv. After all, she wasn’t in any rush and could always kill him afterwards…
He joined her on the mattress and pulled the fur from her body, slowly sliding it down towards her feet. She watched his face as he drank in the sight of her naked form as it was slowly revealed to him, his eyes moving down from her face to her pert breasts, her flat belly, her pussy and her slender legs. His lips curled into a smile.
"You're beautiful." He murmured, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. Maxine had expected him to be rough and forceful, to take what he had bought, yet she was surprised at the gentleness of his touch. After a moment, she kissed him back. His hands roamed down her body, sliding over her breasts and cupping them, his thumbs teasing her rapidly hardening nipples. Despite her predicament, she tingled with excitement. She felt the weight of his body against hers and his stiffening shaft against her thigh. Her hand glided down his body towards his giant cock. He broke the kiss, rolling onto his side to allow her to reach his massive erection. Her eyes dropped to his groin and she stifled a gasp. In its erect form, it was mesmerising. It was so thick that she wondered if she could accommodate it inside her. Her hand closed around its girth, her fingers not quite stretching all the way around it. She slid her fingers up and down the hot taut flesh, drawing a groan of pleasure from Travis. She smiled as she began to stroke his oversized cock. He pulled her towards him, pressing his lips back against hers, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, sliding over the tip of her own. She reciprocated, her tongue darting between his lips, all the time continuing to work on his shaft. She broke the kiss and began to kiss down his body, his chest hairs tickling her nose as she dropped down towards his rigid shaft. She settled between his thighs and tentatively swiped her tongue over the bulbous tip of his cock, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from Travis. She felt his fingers run through her long red hair before grasping her head and began to move her head back and forth on his huge shaft. Rather than fight, she allowed him to dictate the pace, enjoying the feeling of being under his control. She could feel her pussy moistening and she desperately wanted to thrust a hand between her legs and furiously rub her clit, but she wanted to concentrate on the cock in her mouth first. She moaned around Travis's shaft, now slick with her saliva as he slid it in and out past her lips. Though he was governing the pace, he seemed to be careful not to thrust too deeply and choke her, so she found this submissive role new and exciting. As she sucked on the giant cock, she couldn't wait to slide it inside her pussy, to feel it stretching her and filling her like never before. Her desire overwhelmed her and she found she could no longer wait her turn. She reached down between her legs and slipped her fingers into her folds, finding her pussy soaked with her juices. She slid a fingertip over her clit and cried out around the cock in her mouth. Travis realised what she was doing and pulled her face from his cock.
"Need a little attention?" He smiled down at her. "Swing around." She did as he asked and swung her legs around. He grabbed her thighs in his strong hands and pulled her pussy to his face. She cried out in delight as he buried his face in her moist folds, his tongue delving inside her and gliding the length of her slit before flicking over her clit. She ground down on his mouth, coating his face with her juices. Travis didn't seem to mind, grasping her buttocks and pulling his face tighter into her hot pussy, his tongue alternating between flicking at her clit and darting inside her. She sat on his face and arched her back, her hands clawing at her breasts as she reached her climax. The delicious sensations radiating out from her hot, wet pussy as she screamed out in pure pleasure. Travis continued to lap at her pussy as she floated back to Earth, slumping forward. She found herself face to face with Travis's neglected, though still engorged cock. She smiled and reached for it, sliding it back into her mouth. This time it was Travis who groaned with pleasure, his moans muffled by her pussy. He continued to lap at her pussy while she sucked at his huge shaft, her fingers teasing his heavy balls. His muffled moans were growing in intensity and she felt his scrotum contract as he neared his own climax. She pulled her mouth from Travis's cock and climbed off his face. She smiled as the disappointment etched on his face was replaced by one of pleasure as she positioned herself over his cock and slowly lowered herself on to him. She reached for his shaft, guiding the tip to her glistening pussy lips and gently lowered herself onto the flared head. Even though her juices lubricated her entrance and her saliva lubricated his cock, it was so big that it took her a moment to accommodate him. With a groan, she finally eased his thick cock inside her. Her mouth dropped open as she felt her pussy stretched as she descended his huge, glistening shaft inch by inch. She finally reached the bottom of it, her buttocks resting on his thighs and smiled broadly. Her pussy had never felt so full. Travis gazed back at her and returned her smile. He reached up and cupped her breasts. Maxine leant forward, allowing Travis to reach her breasts more easily. His hands massaged her fleshy mounds, his fingers playing over her nipples, causing her to gasp. Her pussy had just about got used to Travis's huge rod and she tentatively began to move up and down on it. She slid just a couple of inches out before sitting back down on him before growing bolder and sliding more and more of him in and out with each passing moment. Travis for his part, remained motionless apart from his hands, which continued to roam over her chest. Maxine realised that he was all too aware of the size of his manhood and was letting her dictate the pace, allowing her to grow accustomed to his giant cock. Again, she wondered if he wasn't quite the bastard she had taken him for. She immediately berated herself, reminding herself that this man had purchased her as a sex slave. As she rode his cock, she had to admit that it could have been worse. She gazed into his eyes.
"Fuck me." She told him. He smiled and began to meet her downward thrusts with his own upward thrusts. She smiled and threw her head back, wailing in pleasure as he filled her completely. She felt a delicious warmth at her very co
re as she reached another orgasm, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed down on top of Travis, their bodies sticky with sweat.
"You okay?" he asked, looking down at her face against his muscular chest. Her hair was in disarray and was plastered to her face. She nodded enthusiastically, panting as she caught her breath from her exertions. "Good, because don't think we're finished yet." he smiled. She returned his smile, sitting back up and sliding off his giant cock. She took him back in her hand and began to pump his shaft again before dropping her face back into his lap and taking him back into her mouth. She could taste her own juices mixed with his pre come, but she didn't mind at all. It was Travis's turn to moan as he approached his own orgasm. He sat up, watching her head bobbing in his lap. She flicked her eyes up at him and gazed back. If she didn't have her lips stretched around his shaft, she would have smiled. She could see the conflict in his expression. He was obviously in two minds as to whether to let her continue to suck him to completion and come in her mouth or to stop her for some other purpose. She wondered what the other options he had in mind were. Would he want to come on her? She always enjoyed that, watching the creamy fluid splatter over her full breasts. Maybe he would want to come on her face? She hadn't let many men do that, but she found herself excited at the thought of him emptying his huge balls over her face, imagining the warm pearly come hitting her cheeks, lips and chin, dripping down her throat and neck. She imagined flicking her tongue out and tasting him. Yes, that would be deliciously filthy...
"Stop." Travis told her, easing her face from his cock. "Get on all fours." She obeyed, turning to present her dripping wet pussy to him, looking over her shoulder at him as he positioned himself behind her. Once again, she found herself surprisingly aroused at this submissive role she found herself in. She had always enjoyed being in control, so perhaps it was having that control taken away that turned her on. Travis gripped her pelvis with one hand and guided the tip of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. This time it slid relatively easily into her well lubricated hole and she moaned with delight as he pushed himself all the way inside her. He grasped her hips and began to pound his cock into her. Maxine sank down onto her elbows and reached back to tease her clit as she enjoyed the feeling of his huge shaft penetrating her. His grunts grew in intensity and she knew Travis was close to his own release. Maxine looked over her shoulder at him. His face was flushed and his teeth gritted. He was on the edge.
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