Long intro so to skip to sex look for the *****
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Picker crept his way across front yards, the streets here were clear compared to anything closer to the city center or freeways but getting caught out in the open was as deadly in the suburbs as downtown. If not for the smashed windows and burned-out cars this street looked very much as it did pre-crash.
He was looking through what was left for any food or tools that hadn’t already been looted. The people who lived around here before the world fell apart must not have been very handy as all the garages and sheds just had gardening tools and cleaning supplies, or were packed full of junk. But there had to be something in the area. Two days ago he’d heard an exchange of gunfire. Whatever the conflict was had been resolved decisively. But if people were killing each other in this area they were doing it over something. So Picker worked methodically, house by house finding little worth adding to his backpack and always keeping a hand on his gun.
Picker pried his way into a garage near the end of the street. Jackpot. The place was a mess but whoever had lived here was into cars and big time. There were tools of all sizes and even a hydraulic jack Picker could trade for bullets or even a woman. But he knew exactly what he wanted first. He stepped gingerly through the mess surveying for. At the far back wall, he saw it. A socket set with every size imaginable. As he got near he slipped in spilled oil, knocking the set away spilling the sockets which rolled in every direction. He chased one that rolled against the back wall of the garage and saw it.
There was a door or hatch hidden well amongst the garbage and easy to miss if he hadn’t basically run right into it. He unshouldered his pack and took out the tool kit that gave him his name. The lock was designed to resist forceable opening, and Picker had it open in minutes. The door only moved slightly. Behind it was barred. His heart pounded. No one worked this hard to protect nothing. He extracted another tool and slipped the thin metal shim in the open door working the bar till it fell away with a clang that echoed in the garage. Picker looked around in the garage behind him, half expecting a booby trap or ambush. None came. He pushed through the door and nearly started weeping.
He’d hit pay dirt. Floor to ceiling canned and pickled food. A deep freezer. Space heaters. Clothes for all weather and running water. Someone had been ready for the end of the world. The space was as large as any basement. Picker rebarred the door behind him and proceeded with gun drawn. On the far side, he came to a small living quarter, it looked like for two. No one home. Picker crept through to another room and nearly shot the best prize of all when he heard her voice.
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“Hello?”
He pressed himself into the doorway.
“Uncle Jay?”
Picker popped out with the gun leveled.
“Who are you?” Her voice cracked and she backed away. She was wearing baggy sweats and her skin was pale as though she hadn’t left this place in a long time. She looked like she would’ve been just out of high school if the world hadn’t gone to shit. “Where are my aunt and uncle?” She tried to put shelves between them but Picker followed close staying just out of arms reach.
“Probably it was them that got wasted out there a few days back.”
“No. That can’t be.”
“If your aunty was lucky they got her quick. But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you now. Real good care” Picker was practically salivating. Her eyes were darting around in a panic that made Picker think of a little animal in a snare.
“Let’s not do anything stupid now. The very last thing I wanna do is have to hurt you.”
As if it was a cue she wrenched one of the metal shelves she was half hiding behind, toppling it and a few hundred pounds of canned goods onto Picker. He was ready and snaked out from underneath, cursing the sound of shattering jars and the lost supplies. He chased her through the basement to a little room that must have been hers. She grabbed a knife but he was too close to her tail for her to bring it around. He slammed into her back, bashing her into the wall. The knife clattered to the floor. He pressed his weight into her pinning her face-first against the wall. He felt how small she was beneath baggy clothes she flailed without effect. She’d been living down here and he’d been scraping to survive up there. Picker wasn’t a large man but all his weight was wiry muscle, he held the girl easily against the wall with one hand. He dropped his pack and grabbed zip ties sticking up from an outside pocket. Then pressed his gun barrel into the base of her skull. She froze.
“I hope you got all that out of your system, I really don’t want to hurt you, but if you’re more trouble than your worth I’ll fuck you up and dump you outside and I promise it’ll be worse for you out there on your own than in here with me.” Her body was shaking with tension but she no longer fought. “Now, give me your hands behind your back. Good girl now put your thumbs together.” She obeyed. Picker took two zip ties and cinched them tight around her thumbs. He stowed the gun in his pack and spun the girl to face him.
She was short and young. Not malnourished but certainly on the skinny side. Her features were delicate and her mouth had a pout to it. Her eyes still had the terror in them that made Picker’s blood hot. He bent and picked up the knife. It was a large hunting blade. “Since we’re gonna be spending some time together, I figure we best get to know each other. What’s your name, sweetie.” He worked his hand under her sweatshirt pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach. Her skin was warm and silky.
“Lydia.”
“Pretty. Since your aunt and uncle are gone I’m gonna be your daddy now.”
“Fuck you.” Lydia spat.
“Normally I like a woman with some meat on her bones but an attitude like that goes a long way. Let’s get a better look at you.” In a sharp upward swing, Picker split the sweatshirt up the middle. He poked the knife down her pants and tore away. Lydia yelped and the pants fell away. Her skin goose bumped in the cold air. Picker held her at arm’s length and surveyed her. Lydia stared up to the ceiling, fighting tears.
She was cleaner than any woman hell any person he’d seen since the crash. Her limbs were slender and soft and between her legs was a patch of fair, downy hair. Picker spun her to face the wall again worked the knife inside of what was left of the sweatshirt leaving her pale body fully exposed. Her hips were narrow but her ass was a perky bubble. Picker groped at it. Lydia pulled away but he held her firm. “You’re probably one of the last fine little girls on earth not being pimped out or kept in a cage. And I get you all to myself.” Picker pushed her face-first onto her mattress on the floor. He knelt between her legs and used the hooked point on the reverse side of the knife to coax Lydia’s hips up so that she was up on her knees with her ass up and her face still down.
Picker put the knife behind him and used his hands to spread her ass apart, sinking his fingers into the soft skin hard enough to bruise. Her pussy was little more than a slit hidden by blonde hair. He plunged his face into her. He used his thumbs to spread her and slurped and lapped at her hole. He would never have dared eat out one of the foul hookers at the traders in the city center. But this was fresh. Lydia was tart and sweet and her body was responsive to his dexterous tongue. She moaned what sounded like “stop” into her mattress but nothing stop him now. He worked his tongue inside her, Lydia’s narrow walls clenched and pulsed like she was trying to force him out. He withdrew his mouth from her pussy and switched to her asshole. He kissed and sucked on her anus before diving his tongue in. Her hips fell to the bed and she began twisting away from him but he didn’t care. He had her legs pinned and his face was glued between her pert asscheeks savoring her tightness, the flavors foul and sweet and her helpless struggle. He kissed and bit her ass cheeks and licked up and down the skin of her back coating her in slobber.
Despite the cold, he was sweating. He reared up and pulled off both layers in one go. Lydia’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and her hair was tangled around her face. Picker took up the knife again and stroked Lydia’s hair from her eyes. “Look at me and be honest,” He said, holding up the knife, “you would’ve really used this on me?”
“Yes.” She answered through gritted teeth.
“Then this will be a good lesson for you. Anything you even think about doing will get used on you.” He turned the knife around and started working the leather-wrapped handle into Lydia’s vagina. She thrashed but he knelt on her back. She pulled at her zip ties hard enough her thumbs turned white then blue. She started to scream and he paused. “Listen to me, you wanna scream do it into the bed. Trust me when I say this little punishment is nothing compared to what happens to women alone out there. If someone hears you they might kill me but they’ll keep you till you break.”
The hilt of the knife met some resistance inside her. He pushed and swirled it, watching the muscles on Lydia’s back strain and twist. “Oh, shit don’t tell me. You’re a virgin.” He worked the handle out much more gently than he’d inserted it. It was coated in blood. “You should’ve told me it was a special occasion. I would’ve been more romantic.” He dropped his pants and flipped her over. Lydia found her eyes drawn to his cock. It was bigger than the knife handle. Much bigger and surrounded by wiry black hair. It bounced with his pounding pulse. She tried screwing her legs shut but he was faster. He was situated between her legs his face just over hers. “Now I’ma be good to you this time little girl, but don’t forget daddy will teach you harder lessons than today if you’re bad again.”
He felt her stretching to meet the girth of his head. Lydia cried out and Picker slapped a rough hand over her mouth and pressed down hard. He worked his way in inch by inch gently pulsating his hips as he found his way deeper. Lydia believed at every stage there was no way he could go further. She was always wrong. He assaulted her slowly, savoring the feeling of her fresh body. After a while, her body went limp. Lydia gave in totally and prayed for him to be done. When he bottomed out in her she squealed. He knocked against her cervix and she bit into the sheets and made her hands into fists. His rhythm was increasing, he was losing the control to be merciful as his strokes turned to thrusts. Her body became responsive again twisting away from his vigor. His conscious mind battered through as he was about to cum. He had the presence of mind to pull out and blow his load over her little ass. “No sense in knocking you up.”
He went to his backpack and took a length of rope which he used to secure her to the mattress. “You really took it out of me girl. I need something to eat. And we should clean up that mess you made. I’m glad I found this place in time to hunker down for winter.”
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