Pet girl gets married (please give feedback)

I’d really like to know what you think of this piece I’m writing. I’m also writing a book which is in the same style.
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Pet girl gets married.

The world had become an arrid and dangerous place.
Wars had broken out everywhere, there was a total atomic apocalypse, yet people survived.? The ones that had survived had a completely new social normal.

Women and girls were used to trade with because when the bombs started falling and bullets were flying. Girls hid while their brothers and fathers had to go out to fight.
So after many years of fighting and killing and dying.
Women had become completely and utterly submissive in their actions. Everything was for the benefit of their masters, or for the survival of their race.

Women had become a commodity, property. They were left cowering behind the alpha man.

This has become the norm for many years now after the great war. It was common for a young girl to be chosen by a master who would then bear children with her, but he would not abandon her, that was unheard of. Man was the savior, the defender. He provided for his woman, his slave/pet.

There was a man who was traveling and fighting his way through the wastelands of what was left of the continent.
He had to fight and kill to survive, or he’d be killed.
Upon doing a raid on a workshop that was well defended. He spent many an hour fighting the man who formerly owned this worn down, ruined shack of a workshop. The corrugated iron walls were rusted through and falling down. Now ridden with bullet holes. The man was shot and killed through one of the bullet holes, while his body lay there, slumped against the iron wall, there was hysterical screams coming from somewhere inside the mess of the shack.

The man cautiously approached the worn down shack, and the female screaming within. Fully prepared to find a scene of gory blood and dirt.
But what the man found was far more ghastly. He found a young woman of about 25,she was tied up, nude and obviously cold. She also looked malnourished and was gaunt she was so skinny.
The man immediately ran to her aid, he draped his thick long trench coat over her and gave her a comforting hug.
“shhh don’t worry…. He won’t hurt you anymore”, she sobbed against him and through tears she managed to say “th….thank you….bu…but what happens….to me now”.

He say there thinking for a while, embracing her tight. He couldn’t just leave her, he had to do something. So it was decided he’d take her with.
Now there was a problem, the chain that bound her had been fused around her neck. She was a slave and she was never getting free, now the man could not just cut out off so it would have to be taken care of later. He grabbed her, found whatever ammunition could be salvaged from this make-do hut and left.
They walked for the whole day and made camp that night, she still did not have clothes of her own but the man had fashioned a quick dress she wore over her skinny frame. When they decided to make camp for the night, the man had a few scraps of food he shared with his companion.
The two of them huddled together for warmth as they shared their first night together.
The first of many.

Second day:

The pet lay in her saviors arms, only wearing the make-shift dress made out of cloth, she still had on the collar and rope, bound to it. The rope was now tied around his arm.

They were awoken with a fright, the fire the man had built was merely embers. There was another raiding party scouting the wastes. They were shooting off shots into the air and just making a noise. They had not seen the pet and her new master yet.

Master and pet lay there very still for a few moments while they woke properly. Once they could think clearly, the man tied up the pet to a pole so she wouldn’t be able to run. Then he silently stalked the other raiders.
Thank God, he knew them, he knew they were not to be trusted and would kill him and take the pet for their own enjoyment. So he did not reveal her to them, but did make himself known, “hey Jared” the man shouted, most of the other raiders turned to see who shouted. “what you lot doing out this far”, he shouted at them, received with a bit of hostility he found out they had been ousted from their original home, “the dangers of the wastes” was all that was said. Now they roamed through the desserts of mans land.
Out was then that the man noticed the slavers had three young women tied together,, “you into slave trading now” inquired the man, to which he got the answer “yeah, looking to buy”. A bit shocked and slightly appalled, “no I don’t have near enough creds” he said.
The girls were tied together yes, but one of them was nude and being absolutely rammed by some really big guy, the man could hear the claps of their body from such a distance.
“well in gonna leave you to it, just remember the more you use the merch, the less you get for them”. He had to keep up the disguise of being ‘one of them’ after all.

He left and went back to his pet who he found cowering under the wagon, she was nude, and even rubbing her moist little pussy. “what are you doing” he asked, “a girl has needs” she answered, “I felt very hot and I needed some relief”. Then the man took hold of her leash and pulled her to him. He grabbed her throat and said “you should have just asked”, while he has his one hand wrapped around her throat, gently squeezing tighter, his other hand roamed her body and caressed her ample breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples and kneading them, she could feel the intensity and heat build and flow down past her stomach, which had butterflies in it, the heat settled in her crotch. Which is also where the man’s hands slowly slid down to. He grabbed her pussy, cupping it and then gliding a finger along the wet lips, doing so made her gasp out, “take me, master”. This was the first time he had been called her master and he liked it.
Then he slipped a finger in which made her moan, as she moaned he covered her mouth with the hand that was on her throat.
He did not want her to alert the other raiders nearby.

Luckily for the pet and her master the raiders had taken their slaves and moved on, there was nothing worth keeping them.
The master then removed his hand off her mouth and plunged his finger in deeper, before removing it and slipping it back in, fast and roughly.his hands were rough and knobbly from years of hardships with being in the wastes. It was then that he pushed her down, she merely growled up at him and pulled down his pants. Out sprung his semi-erect cock. She immediately engulfed it in her mouth, only managing to take half his length once he had become fully erect. The pet had spit running out of her mouth and covering her big tits, she was gagging on him but him being her master and savior did not care. And she’d do anything to please him, for rescuing her from that terrible place.
She was his pet.

The whole day was spent in the nude, the master fucking his pet in various locations around camp and in various positions.
He had his pet pinned against the ground, legs behind her head as he drove his cock in and out of her petite form. Then at one point master had pet bent over the wagon, her big tits swaying as his hips thrust into her repeatedly.

All in all a good, fun, much needed day. For master and pet. But the wastes never slow, so tomorrow they had to get moving.

Day 3:

The pet and her master woke with fresh dew on them, the fire from the previous night had not died completely, so the pet who was still naked, opened a can of beans she found and began to warm it over the fire.
Her master awoke with a pleasant smell, and an even more pleasant sight. As he opened his eyes, was greeted with the magnificent curve of the pets ass as she sat on her haunches by the fire, stirring the beans for him.
“morning pet” he said groggily through sleep filled eyes. “morning Master” came a cheary response, “what are you cooking” he inquired and as she spun on the heels of her foot, her breasts swayed with momentum, “I found beans I am warming for your breakfast” and she grinned widely.
At that he stood up, casting the torn blanket aside as he did. He was also nude and had a morning wood. As pet saw it she gasped and said “let me help, master”. He groaned and just thrust his pelvis forward.
Crawling on hands an knees, the pet opened her mouth and drove her head onto his hard shaft.
She grumbled as she tasted her masters salty pre-cum on the tip. Placing his hand on the top of her head he said, “no pet, not right now” and then groaned at himself for doing that. She just looked at him confused and disappointed. “get dressed, we need to go” her said with finality and moved to go put pants on. The pet put on the only piece of clothing she owned, the torn cloth which doubled as a dress.

They left the camp and put out the fire with sand. They began walking in the direction of a village. Because the pet still wore the collar with the leash permanently attached, she walked slightly behind her master. They walked for x what felt like hours. Only stopped to either squat down to urinate or go behind a bush. They did stop at one point and shared an old piece of dried, preserved meat and the master did manage to catch a lizard or two which they shared over a small fire.

After many hours of talking and walking they arrived at the town, or what can be called a town.
A few streets made up of old broken down buildings and a few shacks lining the street.
Many women selling their bodies off on the sides, many men, covered in filth working hard. Not many noticed the master and slave.
Master led his slave down the street to a tavern where he went in. As he walked in the tavern owner shouted “no slaves, only free folk”. Absolutely enraged the master walked up to the owner and said “she’s no slave, she’s a rescue pet. Do you want my creds or not”, then he just sat down and pet, sat on his lap.
His pistol in his belt, hand ready to draw at any notice of hostility.

“bar keep, where’s the chapel”, asked master. The bar keep laughed, “yeah you wanna marry a wench do ya, it’s down the road, can’t miss it”
“thanks” said Master in a dismissive tone and left down the road.

It was late afternoon/early evening by this time so the master & pet needed to find somewhere to lodge for the evening.
Master carried his make shift tent with him so they just found a secluded alley somewhere and set up for the night. Pretty was no longer bound to master with the chain as master made the chain much shorter. However, pet was still wearing the collar, she could never remove. But to be fair it was a good looking collar, it was steel as all collars were, but her previous master had at least inlaid pet’s collar with a copper band. But there was so much dirt and rust crusted over it that you couldn’t see it.
Master set up the tent and pet went to go find water. She found water in a drinking trough, actually meant for animals but clean enough for them. They’d boil it before they drank it anyway.

On her way back, Pet was stopped by 3, 20 something year old young men. “what do we have ourselves here, fellas” asked the scrawniest of the lot, obviously the leader of this little gang. The other 2 merely snickered and circled pet like prey. That when scrawny lunged at pet. Pet screamed and dropped the bucket of what she was carrying.
Master, who was finishing up with putting the tent up and putting the bedding in place. Master heard the scream, grabbed his trusty machete and off he ran in the direction it came from.
He found pet laying on the floor, the improvised dress he had made, torn off her and the 3 guys were hauling the now naked pet off.
He couldn’t have the 3 men abduct his pet, so he ran up to then, then dropped and slid past the one guy, holding the machete in hand and sliced open behind the one man’s knees. Then he spun around and kicked the other man’s feet out from beneath him, this was the man carrying pet so he caught her scared, nude, lithe form. Rolled her off him and shot up to see the third man fleeing away.

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