Dystopian Girls 6

by Rodzil LaBraun

  DYSTOPIAN

  GIRLS

  6

  Rodzil LaBraun

  © 2020 Rodzil LaBraun

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names and locations are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Any references to real people or locations is used fictitiously.

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  CHAPTER ONE:

  I snarled at the deceptive bitch on the steps. She was hurt, but not nearly enough for my liking. It was her that had caused so much damage to me and my women. I didn't really know how much her dream weaving ability contributed to Mister Skull's success against us, but I felt like putting all the blame on her.

  Celeste had been a part of the militia, as a negotiator. When they lost an epic battle against Mister Skull's forces, she must have switched sides. We were not aware of that fact when she showed up at our doorstep in need of medical attention. She had undoubtedly been sent to deceive us and prepare our minds for what lied ahead. It was her fault that three of us were sent into a coma to live several days in our mind in an alternate reality. With us out of the way our little colony of mutants, skanks and zombies didn't have a chance.

  Celeste was noticeably changing her tactic as I stared angrily at her. It was much too late, but she tried anyway. I could see by the expression on her face before she even began speaking that she was going to try to convince me that she had been captured and held against her will. I wasn't anywhere close to falling for it.

  I reached to my hip for my revolver. Of course, it wasn't there. I had lost it in the bedroom when Mister Skull used his power to throw me against the dresser. I turned to Stella and nodded. She looked unsure of herself but began raising her pistol hand toward the staircase as I wanted her to do.

  Celeste then knew that she had no chance of convincing me of any illusion that she could create. I saw the panic on her face as she turned to run back up the stairs. Before Stella could fire a shot from her pistol, I heard gunfire from my left. Then blood erupted from several holes in Celeste's departing body. The first in her right thigh. The second her right ass cheek. The next three were in her back in a diagonal pattern toward her left shoulder. She went face down quickly but kept trying in vain to crawl up the stairs that were now getting slippery with her spilled blood.

  Alexa had fired the machine pistol that Mister puke stone had dropped. Out of the four of us in that room she was most definitely the least likely to kill someone. But not today. I saw the raw anger in her face, too. She hated Celeste as much as I did. Maybe more, if that was possible.

  Alexa's expression then changed with the realization that people were approaching the front door. Two men she had said. I took a chance and ran to the bedroom for weapons. My revolver and assault rifle. Jada's gun was pinned under her sexy brown body on the floor. I didn't have time to get it from under her.

  I ran back into the living room as Bianka had severed enough of the dead man's wrist to get the hand to release its grip on hers. I tossed her the assault rifle as I heard two knocks at the door. Slowly I walked directly toward it.

  I wasn't about to answer the door like a dumb fuck. No, instead I went to one knee with my left hand forward to provide a shield big enough for everyone. Bianka was behind me slightly to the left. Alexa retreated to kneel right beside her. Stella was on my right with her pistol ready as the door opened.

  Doot! Doot! The first man's head flew back suddenly. Then several rounds from both Bianka and Alexa went through or past his chest to hit the second guy as he was turning to run. Both bodies dropped clumsily to the porch.

  Well, that went much better than I had expected. But there were more of them out there for sure. Would they send anyone else to the door? That would make it easy for us.

  Something hit the front of the house like a truck. It smacked with enough force to cave in the wall, but it held somehow. Unfortunately, it didn't matter. Flames erupted immediately to nearly blind me. A flamer had attacked, probably from a distance. What wasn’t stopped by the front wall burst through the windows. Two more loud crashes against the front of the house sent the building into raging flames. Half of the living room was engulfed as the four of us retreated toward the back of the house, shielding our eyes from bright hellish fire.

  We quickly went into the bedroom to grab our two unconscious friends. Bianka and Stella managed to lift Jada by her shoulders while Alexa and I went in search of Riley. She had fallen to the other side of the bed to land on top of Camilla's dead body. The shocked look on the busty bitch's face was priceless.

  Riley's dress had slid all the way up to her shoulders, probably from the impact with her target during her speed burst. Everything from her upper back all the way down to her toes was naked except for a tiny pair of panties. Pink ones, with a sizeable hole in the left cheek. I'm going to assume it wasn't there when she put them on. Even her sandals had flown off. We certainly didn't have time to go looking for them.

  I hoisted the slim Riley into my arms waving off Alexa's offer of assistance. As I turned toward the door, I heard my first wife spit for the first time since we had met. Then the sound of something being kicked. Camilla was already dead, but that wasn't good enough for her. This ordeal had definitely brought out a different side of Alexa. I glanced back to see Camilla's face bloodied by the kick and some bubbled fluid on her forehead. Alexa’s saliva.

  I said nothing about it. There was no time.

  Gunfire struck the window in the master bedroom to send glass everywhere. I swiveled to place the palm of my hand in that direction. It was too late for the bullets, but in time to stop the glass from hitting either of my wives.

  We joined up with the other two as they approached the rear door with one of Jada's toned arms around each of them. They weren't struggling with her weight that much. Stella was used to physical work and Bianka was as fit as anyone in the group. But they couldn't handle their weapons that well in the process.

  "I'm awake," I heard Riley say as she squirmed to get out of my arms. She shook her drowsiness off quickly. Evidently the short time asleep was enough to bring her back to a hundred percent. I handed her my pistol and relieved Stella and Bianka so they could be prepared to shoot.

  Jada was a good forty pounds heavier than Riley, but I still managed to focus on deflecting bullets when I stepped out of the back door of the house with her
in my arms. Stella and Bianka came out right on my tail as two men stood on the back patio unloading clips of ammunition from their sub-machine guns. None struck us, of course. And neither of them had any kind of defensive power apparently. They dropped dead before Alexa even exited the house.

  I looked around for more threats but there was so much heat coming off the house that we needed to run. It was like standing in an oven. The danger overrode the brain so that we weren’t able to think about anything else. We sprinted for the back gate as fast as we could. In our current condition, it wasn't all that impressively fast.

  A fireball from my left missed my head and continued going until it struck one of the portable toilets by the barn. The next one hit the barn itself and set it ablaze like the house. I kept running as my girls fired at the pyromancer. I didn't see or feel any more fireballs so they must have got him. I surely hoped that they did. He was one of the more difficult mutants to face in my opinion.

  We all regrouped outside the rear gate of the privacy fence. None of our enemies had made it back there yet. They probably thought that we wouldn't either. But we heard screaming around the house on both sides. There were plenty more coming for us. Though still nighttime, the area was lit up from the raging fire. There was no place dark enough for us to hide.

  "The river," Stella yelled. I led the way walking into the dark liquid until it was waist deep. Trees along the bank helped hide us at that point, too. But we couldn't just stay there. The direction that I wanted to go was upstream toward the western edge of our compound, against the strong current. Unfortunately, we didn't have time or strength for that. So, I directed us downstream instead.

  The force of the center of the river was too strong, and it was too deep for us to consider crossing it. We had to just kept going with the flow until we passed the fence that we had built around the neighborhood. It was still very dark beyond that point, so eventually I took a chance and led us ashore. The current made it challenging for us to stay together. We were much farther than I had hoped when we all managed to escape the river’s pull.

  The toll of the battle and fleeing the fiery scene with a woman in my arms finally crashed my energy. By the time that I managed to set Jada safely on the ground, my eyes closed before I could do the same for myself. I heard Alexa and Bianka calling my name, but it was no use. I was totally spent. My body landed in the grass without my ability to feel the impact.

  No weird dreams this time. No hallucinations. Just select memories of my women as I slept. My threesome with Alexa and Riley back at our first house. Taking Stella's virginity. Jamila's over the top dance in my bedroom. And ejaculating in Jada's asshole. I remembered them all clearly, though there were some surrounding scenes that were not quite real. But I somehow knew the difference.

  When I finally reopened my eyes there wasn't much to see. It was daylight, but my face was pointed toward a nice toned and tanned abdomen. Bianka's. I was sleeping on the sexy lesbian’s lap. I knew for sure that I hadn't fallen asleep that way, so she must have lifted my head while I was out to slide her perfect legs underneath me.

  I just stared at her belly as she talked to the other girls. There was no panic in her voice, so I just let myself slowly wake up.

  "We should probably stay away from the highway," Bianka said.

  "Well, we can't go back through our old territory," Riley stated. "If we don't cross the river or go upstream, we are out of options."

  "We can't stay here," is all that Alexa told them. "Are we going to vote on this, or should someone take the lead while Mason is sleeping?"

  "You are the first wife," Stella answered.

  "No," Alexa balked at being put in charge. "It's not about the order that we came along. Riley is more prepared to lead..."

  "It should be a vote," Riley cut her off. "We decide everything together until Mason wakes up."

  "I agree," Bianka said. "But we..." She couldn't continue because she became distracted at that point by my tongue in her belly button. I was licking away at it like it was her pussy. Oh, how I wanted to be licking her between the legs instead. It wasn’t the time or place for it, but my most recent dream had me waking up horny. I hoped that this wasn't going to set our relationship back again. "Hey," she said as she leaned back. She didn’t sound angry.

  "He's awake!" Jada's voice entered the conversation for the first time since I could hear them.

  "Jada," I said as I tried to sit up and wipe the salty taste of Bianka’s sweat from my tongue without causing offense. "You're okay."

  "As are you," she replied with a loving smile. "Thank you for saving my ass again."

  The girls then convinced me that none of them were seriously hurt. Jada's arm and back were bruised from where she hit the dresser with the full force of Mister Skull's shockwave. Stella's ribs were sore as well. Tender to the touch but probably not broken. Alexa's scalp hurt from having her hair pulled, and there was a nice red mark on her forehead from the butt of the gun her attacker used to separate her when she was fighting for the weapon. Bianka and Riley were nearly unscathed.

  Neither was I seriously injured. Just tired and sore. The battle and our escape were quite dramatic, but we were very fortunate to get away without any real damage to our bodies, or a death for that matter.

  I couldn't hear the sound of the river. They must have carried me farther than I would have thought. I glanced around to take in my new surroundings. I saw a brick house and a plain concrete patio. We were in the backyard. There was an old gas grill lying on its side. A half-built brick fireplace. Two bicycles all rusted up. And a red plastic car that children could push themselves around in. I didn't recognize any of it.

  "Where are we?" I asked.

  Bianka was wiping my saliva off of her abdomen. She appeared to be having a hard time getting all of it out of the belly-button hole. I was tempted to return to licking her. She didn't seem all that upset about it. I sure hoped that this wasn't another fucked up dream of mine.

  "We're farther down the river into a different neighborhood," Riley replied. "Maybe three hundred feet from the river itself. We haven't made all that much progress since you fell asleep."

  "Sweetie," Alexa said. "We've kind of been waiting for you to wake up and decide what to do next."

  "Do we know if Mister Skull's people are still in our compound?"

  "I think they left," Jada told me. "I’m pretty sure that I heard the truck going down the road just after we came ashore."

  Bianka finished wiping her lovely tummy and added, "Their truck left for sure. However, we don't know if anyone was left behind. The neighborhood sounds empty, but we haven't confirmed that yet."

  "So, we won?" I asked.

  "We may have won," Alexa said with sadness. "But our house was destroyed. In fact, most of what we had is gone."

  "Oh," I replied, suddenly very emotional. We came after Mister Skull to reclaim what was ours. Winning the battle means nothing if we didn't get back the life that we previously had. My women all deserved to go back to that happy time when our colony was growing. They had each been in charge of something important. It was a much more fulfilling life that anyone could expect in this post-apocalyptic world.

  "I'm so sorry that I have failed you," I told them.

  CHAPTER TWO:

  "I think that we just need to find a new place," Jada suggested. Reluctantly, there were nods all around and their sad eyes turned back toward me.

  "Which way do we go, sweetheart?" Riley asked again.

  I tried to get my bearings. We had never been in this neighborhood before. I saw it on the map a while back, though. If we hadn't waded down the river to get here, we would have had to venture through some thick woods and climbed a chain link fence. This area wasn't accessible from New Hampshire Avenue. By vehicle we would have had to take the main road south and turned onto Columbia Pike instead. It was also a major road.

  If my memory served me correctly, this neighborhood was bigger than the one we came from, but the houses w
ere closer together. Kind of like over near the beer and wine store. But newer construction. Mostly single-family homes, but there should be some townhouses close by, and an elementary school.

  There shouldn't be any through streets here. Any large forces would continue up or down the pike and not come this way without a specific purpose. Just two hundred or so homes on each side of the school. If there weren't any other clans staking their claim, this was as good a place as any to start over. We would just need to find a suitable house. I knew it would be incredibly unlikely to find a place as nice as the last one.

  "Has anyone looked around yet?" I asked.

  "Jada and I did a little while ago," Bianka told me. "We didn't go far, though. This house is on a cul-de-sac. The street has twenty or so houses on it before the next intersection and is named Prelude Drive. There is a school just past the intersection, but it doesn't look like it was accessed from this street. There is just a small stretch of woods between us and the next area. I think the school parking lot comes off that street. That might be a busier section that we should avoid."