Christine had been an office girl in the old world. Before the virus and the political upheaval made city life unmanageable she had been the good Asian daughter: she studied her math, never made herself a nuisance, and found herself a job that used her brain and got her out of the family’s noodle shop. Now she lived with Derek in a very different life. But she was safe.
It had all been disastrous, the carnage and the choice to finally just run for it. She left the city and was held up, the men with guns took the car and her dignity would soon follow. Eventually she ended up with Derek.
Derek was a good man though and secretly helped the new underground railroad to help women to safety.
Her life was simple: she’d help with chores and give Derek blowjobs. She liked him, even if she was considered his property by other men, but there was a way about her mind being empty of all that math her family made her study and simply consumed with giving him blowjobs. Wet, sloppy, neat, fast, loving, forceful she was working on all of them.
They had worked to get special outfits for her, new tight shorts, he often wanted her hair in two ponytails for his fists to tighten around as she enthusiastically worked her mouth around tightly around her man’s rod that was a little long but still short enough to make blowjobs fun.
They fucked too, she never withheld anything of herself from him on those hot nights of that first summer after the upheaval, and she had found an animalistic part of herself growing as she learned to exist as his pet. She would put on some tight shorts and dance in front of the mirror to get his attention and when he sat in his chair she would crawl to him on her hands and knees until she finally met his hand petting her face, twirling her hair pulled back tightly in tails for him as she pressed her face against his pants to check if she had found his attention.
Sometimes other women would arrive, the word was out to some of the traveling merchants in the valley who would send girls to Christine and Derek’s to make contact with those further north. The girls often brought gifts, maybe some clothes or maybe a bottle or two of wine, sometimes they joined Christine in sucking of Derek’s cock bringing more techniques and expertise in making her man happy as diligently as possible.
He fed her alot to try and grow her booty, she would never really grow anything on her chest and it was rough for her when other girls arrived with large chests as Derek always seemed to end up with their big tits around his cock, he would play with Christine half-heartedly as it happened but really his mind was on this girl. If he wasn’t trying to save her from some terrible fate he might ask one to stay with them but it might be suspicious if Derek suddenly had two women at his cabin.
Then Lauren arrived, she arrived in tight denim shorts, she was also an Asian but she looked like the deluxe model of Christine with a few extra inches of height and C cups. She had more curves all around, her breasts and ass aroused massive amounts of jealousy from Christine.
Lauren was definitely invited to Derek’s bed that night. She had a way of stroking his cock with her hand as her lips hung on milking and stroking him at the same time, she put his length to good use and then pushed to rougher stuff as she eventually had him facefucking her. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes as she took his cock in and out of her throat. He pulled her twin ponytails and would make her kiss Christine after and then take a grip of Christine and force her to try what Lauren did. He didn’t ask, he took. She got sick a little, she cried sharing a look at this girl who shared a face of ruined mascara only Lauren had that smile.
He fucked her in front of Christine. Christine was there, technically, she held Derek’s attention as best she could to make it more enjoyable. She even helped in choking the girl, something she took great pleasure in as the deluxe-Christine moaned and shouted taking her man’s cock. Lauren hadn’t been like Christine, she obviously hadn’t been a good girl before things turned and she probably would of enjoyed the things Christine had been forced to do. She just wanted Derek to cum so it meant he’d sleep and they would wake up tomorrow and he’d do the drop off and Lauren would be out of their lives.
A part of her had worried that he wouldn’t, he’d invite her to stay and maybe even give Christine the boot or worse make the two of them stay. So when he finally came and spread his cum around Lauren’s face Christine was very, very happy. She played with it, she traded off licking it off her face spitting it on Lauren, licking it up and trading it off through a kiss that left her mouth a little numb, finally her man’s cum would end up all over her face and the new girl would lick it, smile, and slurp before swallowing.
It all brought Derek back and he wanted a second round with this new girl, forceful he pushed her into the bed, her face into Christine’s pussy, as Lauren licked her she looked at his angry face as he fucked her. She saw a rage in him as he pounded into this girl nosily pushing her into Christine. Her legs started to shake, she rest her hands softly on Lauren’s head, calming and caressing the girl taking a brutal fuck. Finally he came and pulled himself out of her, tossed himself on his back and just passed out as the girls sat in silence with Lauren’s tongue continuing on. Christine held the girl between her legs pulsing her hips around as this girl’s seemingly endless enthusiasm continued until she finally let out a moan that she felt had been covered up inside her forever. She moaned and closed her eyes as she finally forgave herself for everything she lost.
The next morning he didn’t say anything about taking the new girl on, the hand-off was going as planned, and Christine actually felt a little bad for her. Supposedly things were better up north, the virus hadn’t spread so bad, Derek and Christine did have a nice life and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to share a good thing with Lauren – maybe better than what she was heading into. The duo left before Christine could verbalize it.
She put on her coat and headed outside to try and catch up with them. She knew the hand-off was about a mile and a half north, a quick pace would make it there as they were meeting the others. The weather wasn’t helping, it was cold and Christine felt like she was fighting against everything to make it through the leaves and up the path against the hill. When she finally made it she didn’t believe her eyes: Lauren was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, and Derek wasn’t meeting good people but members of a vile gang.
She’d seen them come by a few times, they had to trade, but Derek told her they were dangerous. They were degenerates. Not a new thing in this world but the type of people to stay away from if a girl wanted anything apart from the worst, most broken lifestyle for months on end until she had worn out her use and got traded to another despicable gang, or worse.
Christine turned and ran. She was sure they hadn’t seen her. She started to cry but forced herself to stop and when she arrived at her home she began pacing. She was furious, she was scared, but she had to think.
As Derek opened the door she stood just off to the side of the entryway with the shovel held high, he entered and she waited. One step, another, and then the shovel came down. He was out. She grabbed a bag, some clothes and a few gifts to help with travel, and she ran out the door.
It was cold but the heat from racing away from that home warmed her up. She was warmed by doing the right thing. She had to go west, towards the city, before she could go north and head to Canada. There was a gang of assholes, gangbangers, that lived in a compound to the east, and she now had an idea of what was north of them. So she ran away from all the rapists waiting to catch her in the woods and tried to stay away from the roads with the obvious traps they carried.
But it wasn’t to be.
“Stop,” the man said, she’d been moving for hours and when she heard the voice she knew it was bad, turning she saw a tall man approaching with two others watching from behind a tree. They were armed. “These are our woods.”
He stepped slowly, carefully, like there could be traps or like he didn’t want to raise someone else’s attention.
“I,” she couldn’t breath let alone talk trying to find some way to get past the fear and talk her way out of this. His hand reached out and as he touched her, pressing his hand against her shoulder and up her slender neck, she found her throat closing and nothing could get out. The others began to slowly move towards her as the first man started to pull the coat back with one stiff finger and expose her slutty around-the-house outfit.
“She’s infected,” he said making eye contact but speaking to the other men. They joined in touching her, pulling back the coat, she dropped the bag and got on her knees. She knew they’d take her blowjobs, she felt it building up in her.
“Is there anything we can do?” the second man asked the first as she started trying to unzip his pants as he fought with her to keep her from unzipping him.
“We’ll take her in,” the first man said unzipping his pants, “its best to let her get it out of her system. When we get her back to the institute we can put her in containment and start inoculation. For now…she probably won’t remember. Just let her tire herself out.”
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