Life on the Rimworlds, Parts 1 and 2 (mf) (oral) (noncon)

**Part 1 – The Raid**

Kenzie jolted awake as the alarm klaxons blared throughout the colony. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled towards her bedroom door, pulling the soft fabric of her shirt across her chest as she went. Buttoning the first few buttons to contain her full chest, she peeked her head into the hallway, looking for some clue as to the nature of the alarm. Scanning up and down the hall, she caught sight of her twin sister at a dead run towards the colony’s main door, assault rifle in hand, her camel hair duster flowing behind her as she raced along the corridor.

“Liz!” Kenzie called out, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Liz! What’s going on? What’re all the alarms for?”

Liz came to a halt outside Kenzie’s door, brushing a strand of her auburn hair out of her face before saying anything. “It’s raiders, Kenzie,” she said, using the momentary break from her sprint to tie her hair back into the bun she usually kept it in. “Those tribals from Meaxos are here, and they’re out for blood. The lookout even says that Yuu is leading the war party herself.”

“Oh, shit.” Kenzie hastily did the rest of the buttons on her shirt, dashing back into her room. “How many?” she asked Liz, throwing on her tight ostrich leather pants and grabbing her duster.
“I don’t know. It could be as many as 20 this time.”

Kenzie, finally dressed, reached into her cabinet, grabbing her assault rifle and throwing the sling over her shoulder. Adjusting the pair of braids she always kept her hair in, she turned to leave. “Let’s go,” she said, stepping into the hallway next to her sister before the two of them took off towards the front gate.

The twins made quite the pair as they headed towards their assigned positions; their tight black pants hugged their forms, highlighting every movement of their muscular yet supple legs, while their tight button-up shirts accentuated the curves of their breasts, waists, and hips. With the assault rifles slung over their shoulders, they were the embodiment of rimworld warrior women, equal parts beautiful and deadly.

Reaching the entrance to the colony, the women took their positions alongside their comrades. Kenzie flattened herself against the thick granite wall near the entrance, peeking her head around the corner to watch for hostiles. Glancing to her side, she saw the other defenders readying their weapons. Liz was crouched behind the sandbag emplacement, checking her magazine and sliding the bolt back on her assault rifle. Two men crouched beside her, each clutching a charge rifle tightly to their chests. Behind Liz, Addy, the combat engineer who’d crash landed with them all those seasons ago, checked the sights on her sniper rifle. Nodding slightly to her, Kenzie checked her own weapon. Once she was sure the magazine was full, she slid back the bolt and turned her attention to the coming engagement, her heart pounding in her chest.

It wasn’t long before the tribals came into view. They charged out from behind the hills in a veritable horde, whooping and howling their war cries as they ran. Catching sight of the colony at last, their cheers intensified, making a raucous sound that echoed down to the defenders as clearly as if they’d been standing not five feet away.

*Fuck,* Kenzie thought, feeling her stomach tighten. She tried to count the raiders, but they were moving and shuffling so erratically that she couldn’t keep the count straight. Even so, she was sure there were at least fifteen of them. Probably more. *They’ve never thrown this many at us before,* she remarked to herself. *It’s going to take a miracle for everyone to get out of this one.* Glancing at Liz, she swallowed hard, attempting to ready herself for what was about to happen.

“This is going to be a tough one,” she said to no one in particular. Hefting her rifle, she prepared to let loose into the oncoming horde.

She heard the loud crack of Addy’s sniper rifle behind her. Ahead of her, the head of one of the raiders exploded, her body crumpling to the ground, those around her sprayed by the resulting red mist. Undeterred, the raiders continued their charge, whooping and roaring still. Kenzie saw Addy aiming another shot. Once again, the crack of the sniper rifle echoed through the valley, and another raider dropped to the ground, this one hit in the stomach. The tribals continued to close, however, and Addy wouldn’t have time to down another before their greatbows were in range.

When they were finally close enough, the rest of the defenders added their own gunfire to the echoes, bullets flying into the valley ahead of them. As the hail of lead and plasma fell upon the raiders, they finally closed the gap enough to bring their bows to bear. Three of the tribals took cover behind the poplar trees, loosing arrows at the defenders as the rest of the raiders continued their charge. Kenzie and the others fired into the mob with abandon, slowing their advance as they dove for cover. Just as they seemed to reach an impasse, things began to turn sour.

One of the archers at the rear of the horde hit his mark, his arrow sinking into the eye of one of the men next to Liz, killing him instantly. Now one gun short, the storm of bullets receded slightly, giving the tribals a chance to continue their charge. Turning her rifle to the renewed onslaught, Kenzie didn’t pay attention to how much of her stuck out from behind the wall; she didn’t notice one of the archers aiming directly for her.

The arrow plunged into her thigh, sending pain shooting down her leg. She collapsed to the ground, barely managing to keep her grip on her rifle. Looking up, she saw the archer that had shot her whooping in excitement. The loud crack of Addy’s rifle brought an end to the celebration as she collapsed in a heap, the bullet having torn right through her heart.

With Kenzie downed and unable to fire, the rest of the defenders were forced to retreat into the colony proper. Addy stepped into the doorway, using it as cover as she continued to take shots at the raiders. Liz tried to race over to her sister, to pull her back to safety, but the man beside her held her back, dragging her behind the gate, sealing the great stone door behind him.

Kenzie looked up at what remained of the raiders, still charging towards the door. Struggling to bring her rifle to bear, she managed to fire at one of them, a big brute of a man in a brown leather loincloth wielding an enormous oak club. Her shots flew wide as a spasm of pain shot through her, grabbing the attention of the brutish man. He turned towards her, hefting his club, growling a deep, primal growl that seemed to make the air around him vibrate. Kenzie struggled to back away from him, struggled to aim her rifle through the pain. The last thing Kenzie saw was the brute standing over her, his sweaty, muscled form rippling as he brought the club down on her head.

**Part 2 – The Road Ahead**

Kenzie woke draped over the back of a large pack animal with a sharp pain in her head and a dull ache where the arrow had struck. Groggily, she tried to look around, only to find her vision blocked by a strip of leather tied around her head. As her other senses slowly returned, she found that her legs were bound together at the ankles, and her arms were tied behind her back. Quietly, she tried to struggle against her bonds, slowly twisting her arms against the leather straps.

Suddenly, a strong, calloused hand gripped her by back of her shirt collar, dragging her off the pack animal and dropping her unceremoniously on the ground. Kenzie groaned as she hit the dirt, a fresh spike of pain shooting through her head and leg. Hearing heavy footfalls next to her, she struggled to crawl away, awkwardly dragging herself across the dirt. She let out a yelp as the hands grabbed her again, this time by the front of her shirt, dragging her up to a sitting position and pushing her roughly against a nearby tree. She felt another leather strap get looped through the bonds at her wrists, her captor’s hands tying a rough knot before wrapping the other end around the tree.

When he was done, the raider untied her blindfold. Squinting as the light hit her eyes, Kenzie took in her surroundings. She was sitting in a flat, grassy field dotted with shrubs and trees, leaning against the trunk of a poplar tree. A rough bandage had been wrapped around the wound on her leg. The gigantic tribal who’d clubbed her stood over her, his oaken club tied to a crude belt at his waist. Behind him, a saddled muffalo was tied to a shrub, grazing lazily. From the shadows the tree was casting on the plain, Kenzie guessed must have been around midday.

Looking up at her captor, Kenzie drank in the sight of him. He was an absolute giant of a man, standing well over six feet tall and muscled from head to toe, dwarfing Kenzie’s five-foot-three-inch frame. His long, sandy locks were draped over his broad shoulders, framing a face that looked like it had been chiseled out of stone. His tanned skin was weather worn, and he wore only a leather loincloth around his waist. Had he not been her enemy and captor, Kenzie thought she could have been attracted to him. Despite the danger she knew she was in, Kenzie caught her focus slowly drifting to his loincloth, wondering what might be hiding under it. Shaking such thoughts from her mind, she turned her gaze upward, looking into his stormy grey eyes.

“What do you want wi-” Kenzie started. Before she could finish, her captor’s hand lashed out at her, roughly slapping her cheek. She gasped in pain, the blow leaving a lingering sting on her face.

“No,” he said curtly, grabbing Kenzie by the shoulder and pulling her up onto her knees. “Do not speak.” He squatted down until his face was even with hers, his gaze moving over every inch of her. His hand moved up to her face, softly this time, gently stroking her chin. Parting her lips with his thumb, he inspected her teeth. When he was satisfied, he turned his attention to the rest of her. He cupped a hand under her left breast, gently squeezing it, feeling the weight against his palm. Kenzie tried to squirm away, tried to inch back up against the tree, flinching when he brought his free hand up to strike her again.

“Do not move,” he growled at her. There was a power behind it, some primal force that Kenzie couldn’t resist. In spite of herself, she stopped squirming, giving herself over to him. His hands worked downwards, feeling their way over her waist, down to her firm ass. Roughly, he squeezed her, feeling her toned buttocks, and gave her ass a quick smack. “Excellent,” he said, standing back up. “Good price for you… if I don’t keep you.”

Kenzie’s heart sank at the words. He probably planned to sell her to some pirates for whatever silver he could wrangle out of them. After that she’d probably bounce from market to marke– wait. What did he say about keeping her? “K-keep me?” she stammered, barely able to think.

“We’ll see… I may have uses for you…” he said, reaching up to his waist and undoing the rough leather belt that held his club to his side. It thudded to the ground next to him, and he reached into his loincloth, pulling out a massive cock. Taking it in one hand, he reached with his other to grab the back of Kenzie’s head, pulling her forward until the tip of his cock rested against her lips. “Open,” he commanded, glaring at Kenzie.

Managing to turn her head slightly, she spit on the ground next to him, then glared defiantly up at him. Letting go of her head momentarily, he brought his open palm down across her cheek harshly, then returned it to the back of her head. “Open.”

Her mind reeling from the blow, Kenzie couldn’t help but open her mouth slightly. Before she knew it, the head of the tribal’s cock pushed past her lips as he thrust forwards and pulled her head towards him. Before his shaft was even halfway in, the head hit the back of her throat, making her gag loudly. He held her there for a moment, then withdrew slightly before pushing back down. Kenzie gagged again, trying to relax her throat to take as much of his cock as possible. The tribal continued his thrusting, forcing himself further down Kenzie’s throat with each thrust. Before long, he buried himself down to the base in her mouth, holding himself there for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he withdrew, leaving Kenzie gasping for air, long strings of saliva still stretching between her mouth and the head of his cock.

“Good girl,” he cooed, stroking the side of her head. “I think I’ll be keeping you.” Grabbing the back of Kenzie’s head with both hands, he started fucking her throat, forcing as deep as he could with each thrust. Despite herself, Kenzie felt a warmth growing between her legs as he rammed down her throat. *Oh fuck,* she thought.* I shouldn’t… but he feels so good… oh God…*

Above her, the tribal man began grunting in rhythm with his thrusts. Before long, he began to slow, even as the grunts grew louder, more animal. She felt his cock swell, and with a final, primal groan, he buried himself in her throat, shooting jet after jet of hot cum down into her stomach, holding her face against his body as his orgasm took him. Eventually he withdrew, letting go of Kenzie’s head as she slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

“Very good…” he said, walking over to the muffalo and grabbing a waterskin and two small pouches from the animal’s saddlebags. He drank deeply from the skin, then walked over to the tree and sat down next to Kenzie’s head, reaching over and giving her ass another smack as he passed. Reaching into one of the pouches, he pulled out a piece of pemmican and nibbled on it for a bit before holding it out in front of her. “Eat,” he instructed. “You will need strength for the road ahead.”

Kenzie bit into the pemmican in front of her, and wondered absently where the road ahead might lead.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9iebac/life_on_the_rimworlds_parts_1_and_2_mf_oral_noncon