She knew a secret way into the Compound via a sewer tunnel outside the walls. It was a secret way—known only to herself and a select few others. She had to crawl through a series of busted pipes, with all sorts of nastiness getting on her as she worked. Finally, when she exited, she traversed up to her room and showered, changing clothes, so that when she met Case again she would do so looking lovely.
She did not have many dresses, but she wore one then. It was a light rose color, the neckline scooping deep just above her nipples. Her braless tits bounced happily as she imagined Case's eyes on her. The dress clung tightly to her hips, the hemline well above her knee, showing off every part of her busty young blond body.
It was close to dawn now, and a great many men were still dealing with the fire at the Compound's perimeter. Bikes had been drawn out from the garage and put in rows—those working, those not working. With so many occupied, it was simple to sneak into the bunker and find her way to Case's room.
Once there, she found Robin and Case there already, speaking in what Abigail knew already was some conspiratorial, lover's tone. That fucking bitch had already moved in on her man. Abigail's rage began to slide upwards, taking hold of her throat.
“I don’t get it,” said Case. “He started the fire. Why would he help put it out?”
“Why did you kill his man?”
“I didn’t. That was Troy.”
“You didn’t stop Troy, though.”
“No. I couldn’t. It ... it got out of hand.”
“I wonder how many people will say that during this war? I wonder how many sides?”
They looked intimate. Close. She watched as Case’s hand came on Robin’s shoulder. Case looked closely at Robin, doing that little shuddering sigh he did when he was exhausted but horny. His eyes firmly affixed on Robin's breasts in her tiny blouse, the slick wetness of her luscious lips.
“I could really use some release, Robin. And with you taking the job, I really need to know that you can stand up to what I hand out.”
Abigail saw, she saw, the way that Robin's eyes lit up at the offer. Of course, Case noticed it too. His hand dropped to her nipple and began slowly to rub the erect flesh between his fingertips. Robin let out a soft moan, her hands coming up against Case's chest. All that muscle, so thick and hard, made for pummeling women like the toys they were born to be. Robin was so beautiful, and Case so incredibly virile. She would get pregnant right away. She'd be Case's perfect little cocksucking wife. Abigail could see it in Robin's face already, the parting of her lips, how her hands dragged down to Case's abdomen.
Case leaned in and kissed Robin slow. She turned away, but Case found her again, locking his lips to her. Robin, a good girl, began to kiss him back. Her jaw working against his, hands sliding around his muscled torso.
No.
Abigail’s entire being thrummed with rejection, and she burst into the room, eyes wild. The two parted at her sudden entrance.
“Abigail?” Robin exclaimed.
“What are you doing here?” Case asked.
“Don’t touch her,” said Abigail. “She’s...she’s unclean. Tainted.”
Case snorted. “You’re one to talk.”
Abigail ignored this. He would understand later. She would make him understand.
“Robin and Brall, they—”
“Abigail!”
Robin was shocked. Her face reading full betrayal. Abigail didn’t care.
“Those two...” Abigail smiled. “They were together.” She could see that Case didn’t understand. “Two days ago. At the general store. They fucked like rabbits. I even heard Robin tell him that she loved him.”
Case turned to Robin. “Is that true?”
She looked away, sullen. Was it because she was exposed, or because she hadn’t gotten to suck off Case? Either way, Abigail felt glad to see her hurt. Robin was not allowed to give Case pleasure.
Robin's voice was very quiet. “Yes.
“You just don’t stop, do you?” He shook his head. “I see it now. You started all this. And for what?”
“For you, Case. Because I want us to be together again.”
His face suddenly was stoic—a warning sign. “We are not alone, Abigail.”
“She knows already. I told her. She doesn’t care. I want you. I thought she wouldn’t get in my way.”
“I won’t, Abigail!” Robin tried to step forward, but Case held her back. “I won’t, but you won’t let anyone help. You’re so impatient, and—”
“Quiet.” He turned coldly to Abigail. “I don’t want to see you again after this.”
“What?”
“You betrayed us, Abigail. All of us. You set all of this in motion. You’re dead to me. Leave now, before I have someone lock you up.”
Chapter 18:
An hour later, Troy entered Robin's room and sat down in front of her with the chair-back in front of him, under his hands. His fingers dug into the wood, warping it this way and that. He enjoyed breaking things. Any last thing he could get his hands on.
“I’m disappointed in you, sister.”
“I’m not your sister.”
“Ah.” He smiled. “Another disappointment already. Denying me. And me being the only real family you’ve got left.”
“I have family. I have The Family.”
“Do you now? And do you think you’ll still have them when each and every one of them knows where you’re wandering cunt has been off to?”
She had no answer for that.
Guilt ravaged her mind. Guilt for betraying the Family. Guilt for betraying Abigail by kissing Case. Case had kissed her, to be sure, but after a few seconds she had kissed him right back. She couldn't help herself. She was only a good girl, after all, and Case was such a fucking hunk.
“We can always find other girls, Robin. Other girls good with numbers, even. You’re good, for sure. But how good you are don’t rank that high if you’re fucking men outside the Family. Men contrary to the Family, especially.”
“You can’t tell me who to sleep with and who not to.”
“You’re right. I can’t. But I can tell you what will happen if you keep going down on this path.”
He stood up and took her hand, placing it on his cock through his pants. It was hard already. Bulging. So big.
Big like Brall's. Not as big...but...still...so, so big...
It throbbed underneath her touch. Robin felt like she was hyperventilating, but her breaths were calm. Even. Measured. Why did her soul feel like it was swallowing madness when every thought came to her so cool and clear? She felt drugged, though she knew she hadn’t been.
“What is it that you want to happen?”
Troy rubbed her hand up and down for a moment, reveling in her touch. Robin didn't pull away. She wasn't sure she wanted to. She was so cock-crazy lately that it was impossible now to just move away the second that she touched one. Even if it was Troy's.
“I want to make sure you can’t get away from us anymore. I want you marked as ours. In the same way they marked Abigail for theirs.”
Indoctrination. Gang bang.
And no doubt Troy would involve himself in the proceedings. He would fuck his sister, just like he had wanted for so long. Now she pulled her hand away. Troy, grinning, did not stop her.
Robin blanched. “That’s...barbaric. We mate in the Family. We don't indoctrinate. Why wouldn’t you just marry me to Case?”
“This was Case’s idea. He wants to send a message. He wants to use you to do it.”
Case...send a message? But this sounded nothing like him.
Crazy. Everyone was going crazy. Abigail was off back to the Cauldron with Brall where she didn't want to be. Robin was going to be fucked by Case and probably Troy too—and why was her cunt quivering with lust at the notion? Did she want that?
“You can do it or not, girl. But there’s more than just you at stake, whether you like it or not. And if you don’t want it, we’ll lock you up in a cell so dark that a match would be like a sun.”
Chapter 19:
In the middle of the Family Compound there was a yard. During cool weather they would sometimes hold picnics there. Thick, stout tables delivered onto the grass with all manner of sandwiches and barbecue and moonshine served out. It would be a time for the Family alone, no citizens of Temple or even Kin allowed. There would be great laughing and feasting and come the night they would dance and play games until almost the sun was up again. So many of them died, and all the time. There were so many causes to go around, and most of them not even violent. Sickness, radiation, accidents, and even infection were all common and all commonly deadly. This was as much cause as any needed to celebrate among their own. Hoisting their heads to the sky and yelling out, daring whoever was listening to come take them that night.
Now, placed around the grassy square were several torches lighting the area. Their flames were thick and almost waxy in their appearance, pushing out heat and light into the darkness of the night. The illumination in the square was absolute, free of shadow. Robin stepped inside it, her robe still clasped around her neck. The grass cool under her feet. With the torches burning so bright she could see easily everywhere in the square, but the light above her—the stars and beyond—was obfuscated and out of sight. All the space outside the torches was in shadow and darkness. Occasionally she would catch a spare sight of a face or a torso, but it was all momentary. She did not need the sights in any case. These were people she had grown up amongst and she knew their presence by intuition alone. She knew that in the far north corner was Hicks with the moonshine belly, thick and covered over with his dense red hair. She knew that next to him, then, would be his mated woman Kelsey, who was a few years older than Robin and who used to give her advice on how best to sew up her pants when she tore them.
Across from Hicks was Calcutta, a tall brown man whose brown dome of a head had been a subject of much fascination for Robin when she was growing up. Just behind Robin was Greeneard, the small man whose height only barely made him tall enough to be able to ride. He’d had a custom bike for several years before it was destroyed in a raid not more than nine months before.
And now, approaching Robin in the square, was Case. Handsome, strong Case. Clean of chin, his eyes blue and probing in the torchlight.
“Are you ready, Robin?”
His voice was low. Perhaps not everyone had heard him. She understood his intent—this could be a gentle thing. Not quite the brutal, taxing affair that no doubt Abigail had put herself through.
But Robin knew the real truth. If it was gentle, if it was at all loving, then she would be under suspicion forever by her own people. They would never be able to take her seriously. They would never learn again to take her into their confidence, and if nothing else, Robin had been raised for the Family. She could not let them down.
Her voice was clear and loud. She wanted everyone to hear her. “Take your pants off.”
Case hesitated. Emboldened now just by the act of deciding, she undid the clasp around her neck. Her beautiful naked body was revealed to the entire crowd. Her delicate nipples already completely erect. Her legs long and sinewy, her torso slender even though her hips were wide and ready for child-bearing. Long hair draped nearly to her ass, her only covering.
“Take your pants off,” she said again, “and take what you’ve claimed.”
I can pretend he’s Brall, she told herself. Every last one. Wasn’t that enough to get her wet? To make her enjoy it? She could pretend every last one of the men was Brall.
That was a thought worth having. Four, five, six, seven or even eight Bralls, gathered around her. Touching her body. Forcing her down, forcing her on their cocks. She would relish the opportunity.
But she was already wet anyway even without that fantasy. She couldn't deny how excited she was to think of so many cocks inside of her. Brall had unlocked a lust in her for men that would never again be denied for long.
Case quickly took his pants off, not able to lose face in front of his men. As soon as he did, Robin took her hands around his cock and began to stroke. He was of a goodly size. Thick. Her hand barely able to fit all the way around it once he began to harden all the way.
Some part of her loved that Abigail must have hated this. She didn’t want to be spiteful, but the spite was there whether she wanted it or not. Slowly, her lips slid up over Case’s cockhead and she sucked him down. Lovingly, almost—even if it was just the love of a cock in her body. The love of thinking about Brall’s cock sliding deep inside of her once again. Her big eyes remained closed, careful not to look up at Case’s ruggedly handsome face, to see his expressions as he oohed and ahhed while she sucked harder and harder.
Another man now approached her from behind. Robin didn’t know who it was—except that she knew to her, it was Brall. All of them Brall. His hands were rough, digging deep into her backside, and his cock already trembling and hard.
But he, whoever it was, hesitated. “Should I go now? Or...”
She moaned in affirmation. Now. Do it.
He needed no second encouragement. His cock slipped into her sopping wet pussy, finding an easy entrance there. Her virginal resistance easily pushed aside—lost in almost an anonymous fashion. It would be lost again and again all night long. Her body so young and lithe and shapely. Practically made for serving cocks like this.
The boldness of the man who entered her cunt encouraged yet more men to come forward. The began stroking themselves around her face, over her body. Working themselves like she was some altar of fuck that they needed to offer up their sacrifice of sperm to. It was lovely. It was amazing to be able to encourage this much lust among men. It was, she realized, part of what she had been made for all along.
Case trembled in her mouth. His balls surging forward against her face. She remembered how it was from her encounter with Brall—he was going to cum soon. She thought of Brall, wishing so desperately it were him. Hoping it would taste like him so she could continue in her fantasy.
Case delivered his load down her mouth, his muscled abdomen pulsing against forehead and cheeks as she took all of him into her. All that gooey, hot warmth sliding down her esophagus and into her belly. It was filling. Not quite as good as the day before, but an immense load nonetheless.
And now that he was done, Troy approached and pushed Case aside.
“You’ve had your turn,” he said. “Take a new side and let someone else at her.”
Of course this was coming. Robin had been expecting it. Case’s seed still dripped down her mouth. Looking at Troy, she wiped it off onto one hand and then licked it up, moaning as the whoever-it-was fucked her from behind. Apparently the sight of her licking up the cum was too much for one of the men jerking off over her body and he came wildly all over her back. She giggled and moaned again, playing up her pleasure.
It felt good, that was certain. She was being fucked. She was a woman. Women felt terrific when they were adored and fucked by so many men at once. But all the same, she played it up more for Troy, acting rapturously, her face mature and completely adult.
What Troy wanted was a scared nymph, perfectly good at fucking but also perfectly afraid of his strength and position. Robin knew that. She realized suddenly that she had always known that. It was just that before, she had been scared of Troy.
But look at how easy it was, she thought, to not be scared. To just take whatever he decided he would give her without any fear or hesitation. Troy had no idea what to do with that. She could see it in the way he began to slow as he unpacked his cock from his pants. Case moved whoever it was from her cunt and then re-entered her from behind, his cock still hard. Or hard again. Robin was causing so many boners she could hardly be expected to keep track. Still, Case was surely quite a man to be fucking her again already.
“Come here, then,” she moaned, sliding her hand around Troy's cock. “Fuck me hard if you’re going to fuck me.”
Her actions on Troy were driven by spite, she told herself. Spite, and spite alone. S
he held no deep-seated attraction to her stepbrother. She didn’t imagine sometimes at night what it would be like if he fucked her, took her, even forced her. And even if she did, those were all just fantasies, not the reality she faced now. In reality, she despised Troy, and would prefer him dead.
But if they were going through with this farce, by god she was going to make it a farce to remember. She wanted to leave no doubt in their minds that she was as dedicated to peace, to Temple, as anyone.
The second her lips suctioned around her brother's thick, hard cock, she pushed herself forward. Her cunt sliding forward also, moving off from Case’s cock. But Case was lost in the movements of their harsh fucking now, and drove himself deep inside as she pushed forward onto Troy.
She sucked him aggressively, almost needfully. Her body brimming with pleasure from Case's hard, furious fucking. She could feel her orgasm approaching—and Case's too. And Troy's. They would come together. They would bring the Family together like this, cumming unanimously if they could agree on nothing else.
Her ball of pleasure roiled in her stomach, turning and turning, faster and faster, until Case unleashed his load right up into her g-spot. It was too much sensation, and she came, slurping down harder than ever on Troy. He seemed caught off-guard by her wanton enthusiasm, Troy, and unloaded down her throat, the slick hot load of his balls joining Case's down her throat and belly.
Slowly, taking their time, rubbing their hands over her body, the men withdrew. Others slowed their jerking sessions. Surely, they thought, it was done now? They had made their point.
Abigail was smart, Robin realized. When you did something like this, when you let men own you as completely as possible, they thought they had power over you. And in that power, they ignored what you would do next. They began to take you for granted. And for a girl like Abigail, a smart babe like Robin, that was the most dangerous thing in the world.
“More,” she called out. “Give me another. I want more of these studs inside me. Give me every last one.”
They came. Cum-soaked and not yet filled to her capacity, Robin grinned and moaned and called them forward with lust in her eyes and desire burning bright in her heart.
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