‘Oh well,’ Karen thought as she whipped her torso around, cracking
her back and relieving some of the stress. Sometimes, she thought,
she really should hire a professional masseuse to give her backrubs on
days like this. Perhaps, at the same time, she should get one of those
massaging chairs to sit on — all this paperwork was really getting
to her, making her back sore. ‘Maybe it was just the lack of calcium
in her diet — milk certainly does the body good,’ she thought as she
fumbled to put on her sneakers. Walking to her apartment was surely
not going to be a trip that she was looking forward to.

“Hey Karen.” A familiar voice rang in the office. It was one of her
employees, a guy by the name of Scott. “You wanna’ go out with the
office and get some drinks? You really look beat, maybe a few beers
will relax you.”

‘What a nice boy,’ Karen thought. Scott was probably one of the nicest,
if not best looking employees in her firm. Though not the most handsome
of men, he was definitely someone who commanded respect with his calm,
cool presence and his excellent fashion sense. “Ahhhhh, sure Scott –
when are we goin’?”

Karen glanced over at the clock, it was already 6:37pm — she was hoping
to get a few minutes to dress and change before she went.

“How’about 7:30 at the Red Dragon?”

“Sure, that sounds great… I’ll meet you guys there, I’m just going to
go home, pop a quick shower and get dressed. Who else is going?”

“I don’t know. So far just you, me, Cathy and her boyfriend,” Scott said,
wincing a little bit because he was afraid that Karen would think that
he was hitting on her.

“No problem — I’d better get going then…” Karen quickly pulled on
her sneakers and packed her heels in her tote-bag not at all looking
forward to the walk home.

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‘What to wear? What to wear,’ Karen thought, throwing her clothes
around randomly from her closet. ‘Ahhhh, this’ll be nice.’ Pulling out
a black skirt to match her olive-green blouse and black-plaid jacket
Karen quickly pulled the skirt on…

‘Damn, it’s already 7:15!! I’m going to be late.’ Always punctual,
sometimes neurotically so, was a trait of hers that friends, business
associates and everyone appreciated about her. ‘What hose am I going
to wear?’ Quickly pulling out some black nylons was always a trick
especially when you aren’t sure which side is front and which is the back.

‘Damn, late… 7:20 already’ Panicking, Karen threw on a
coat and ran out the door, barely slipping on her heels.
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“Heyyyy Karen,” beamed Scott, he always had the cutest smile, “thought
you’d be late — probably the first in years eh?” He elbowed her lightly,
everyone knew that he was just jibbing her — digging in that little
knife, reminding her of how anal she really was.

“Yep.. but a hell of a lot better than the first interview you had!”
Two could play at that game — the very first time the two met was
Scott’s interview; apparently he had gone out drinking the night before
and, as such, woke up quite late, not late enough to miss the interview,
but late enough to leave some shaving cream on his lip. Everyone teased
him about it since the first day, people thought that he looked somewhat
like a mad-dog.

“Let’s play a game — how’about the name game?” Suggested Scott.
“I’m sorry — have I introduced you? This is John, Cathy’s boyfriend”
Always polite Scott pulled away Karen’s chair as she stood to shake
John’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.” A handshake firmer than any man’s was Karen’s
trademark. Along with the superior grip-position that she held made
her psychiatry professoor at Harvard tell her that she was entirely the
domineering personality-type — not that she doubted it.

“Okay… how do you play?” John asked, apparently he was unfamiliar
with the game.

“Easy, first you start by … … …”

. . . Drink-fest 1993 . . . Everyone get’s drunk and happy.
. . . “Hey, Karen, where are the briefs for tommorrow’s meeting?”
Scott was drunk, everyone could see that. Despite how big he was he
certainly was swaying back and forth. All night Scott was hitting on
her, touching her knees and stroking her thighs. At this point it was
definitively driving her up the wall and there was no question that Scott
was making her horny — not that she wasn’t playing the devil either,
rubbing her toes up and down his shins and sometimes even brushing past
his crotch.

“Whoa big guy, they’re at my place — you should probably pick them up.”
Karen suggested it. She was a little buzzed and felt the alcohol numb
her lips. It wasn’t a big deal though, even though she was light
in weight she had the liver of an Irishwoman. It wasn’t her liver,
however, that she was thinking of — Scott started putting his hand up
her skirt. Karen could feel that she was getting more and more excited
– her pulse quickened a little and this new stimulation was beginning
to make her breath come a little shorter.

“Oh, that’s right, I should go and get the briefs for tommorrow’s
meeting.” What a nice guy, Karen thought, Scott was definitely trying to
make it sound like business as usual for them… everyone of the guys,
she knew, wanted to ‘make it’ with the boss. It certainly wasn’t the
easiest thing being an attractive woman in charge of a large lawfirm:
when you’re commanding people call you a bitch, when you’re not they
think they can run all over you. But those times had passed and everyone
respected Karen’ s mind and personae greatly — Scott was just trying
to save her the embarrassment.

“Sure big boy, don’t fall down there… Party’s over!” Karen announced,
Scott had a little too much to drink and Cathy/John just seemed ready
to pass out. The name game had definitely taken its toll on everyone;
everyone, that is, except for her — when she was young she had taken
the time out to memorize the Who’s Who in America… obviously a boon
when playing the name-game with shots of hard-liquor.

“Uh, Miss, would you like the check?” It was the bartendar. Scott
quickly stroked his big toe against her crotch — it made Karen gasp
a little.

“Sure, drinks on me — time to go Scott.” She slapped down her credit
card and started putting her jacket on. Luckily Scott wasn’t all THAT
drunk, he got up obediently and slung his coat on. Boy, this was going
to be an interesting night — both she knew and Scott knew that no one
was going to sleep THIS evening…

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

Kristen, you sound just scrumptious. I wrote this story for

you… Next time you come skating down my way, you’ve got a place

to stay….. Kristen’s 19, and Sally’s 23, and what a pair they’d

make…

It was 6 A.M. when Kristen hit the showers. She had an 8 o’clock

class….. what was it? Anthropology? God, why did she sign up

for that subject? Oh well, she needed an easy elective. How else

was she going to maintain her busy social schedule? As the hot

water beat softly against her supple skin, the fog started to

clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn’t in her

private shower back home.

She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were all

open to each other. “Why don’t they provide a little privacy

around here?” Oh well, Kristen secretly enjoyed this new lack of

privacy anyway. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a

certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her in the

shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to the floor

and become very quiet as she struggled to find an excuse to look

at her bathing partner.

Just how long do normal women look at each other in the buff?

Would anyone suspect anything if her eyes stopped momentarily to

appreciate certain portions of the female anatomy? Kristen often

worried about this.

After all, she only dated men. She had never been to bed with

another woman. She thought of herself as quite heterosexual. And

yet?—- Oh God, what was she going to do with these new

feelings?

Kristen’s troubling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of

another shower being turned on. Startled, she glanced across the

tiled floor to the shower opposite her. It was little Sally.

Actually, little Sally wasn’t so little. She was only about 5

feet 1 inches tall, but she had round firm breasts the size of

cantaloupes. Kristen and Sally said good morning to each other

politely and then looked away.

Kristen reached for her soap and worked up a lather. Her hands

went to her own breasts which were quite nice also. She felt

aroused, and her nipples were erect. She started to feel

embarrassed. She pulled her hands away from these sensitive

organs and began to wash her stomach and arms. She dared to sneak

another quick look at Sally.

Sally was bent over reaching for her bottle of shampoo on the

floor. Her back was turned toward Kristen and the view left

nothing to the imagination. Little Sally was wide open. Kristen’s

soapy hands darted back and forth over her own swollen genitals.

She thought, “What am I doing? This is just silly.” But the more

Kristen thought about Sally’s body, and noticed the sexy way she

moved, the more turned on she got.

Kristen’s embarrassment was beginning to turn to guilt. She

wondered what Sally would think of her if she knew how sexually

aroused the sight of her nakedness had made her. Oh, how she

longed to touch her just once, to press her lips against hers –

hard! To wrap her hands around Sally’s gorgeous tits and suck

each nipple into her mouth. Would Sally become wet? Would she

want more? Or would she tell everyone that Kristen was a freak

and that they should keep their doors locked?

Kristen became very frightened by such thoughts. For a moment she

lost her sexual desire and retreat into a secret corner of her

mind.

Sally abruptly ended such an escape with “Do you have any

conditioner?” She was all cheery and wide eyed standing directly

in front of Kristen. Her beautiful breasts heaved with a little

girlish sigh. Kristen stumbled for words as she handed Sally the

bottle of conditioner. “Sure – uh – here you are – uh-.” Sally

said thanks in the same cheery fashion as before, and gently

tweaked Kristen’s left nipple, turned and went back to her own

shower.

Kristen was totally stunned. ‘Why had Sally touched her nipple?

What did she mean by it? Was she just joking around or does she

entertain some of the same sexual fantasies I do?’ Now Kristen

was determined to find out if Sally was as sexually aroused as

she was.

To hell with what others might find out or think of her. She

wanted Sally, now in the worst way and if there was any chance…

well, the risk is worth it.

Kristen walked deliberately towards Sally. As she approached,

Sally turned and smiled. “Need your conditioner back?” she asked.

Kristen hesitantly took the bottle from Sally’s hand and as she

did her eyes fell upon her breasts. They were so round and firm,

and they stood there at attention as if asking to be admired.

Kristen’s free hand reached for Sally’s right breast. She gently

cupped it and began tracing circles around it with her fingers

not looking at anything but the one breast, hoping that Sally

wouldn’t strike her hand away.

Sally stiffened a little at first but offered no resistance to

Kristen’s advances. As she continued to massage Sally’s breast

with her left hand, Kristen dropped the bottle of conditioner

which created any echo-y sound in the shower stall. She brought

her right hand to Sally’s other breast and squeezed and fondled

both… she had admired them for so long.

The touch of Sally’s skin was ten times more delicious than she

had imagined. Kristen was becoming very aroused and she could

feel her whole body beginning to throb with anticipation, her

heart has pounding so fast, she could feel her pulse beating in

her throat. Vaginal secretions were beginning to flow in

abundance and she could feel them trickling down the inside of

her left thigh. Kristen let out a deep but barely audible moan as

she gloried in the excitement of the moment.

“How is little Sally’s pussy doing,” she asked, as she reached

down with her right hand to caress the dark patch of hair that

covered it. Gently she pulled at the curls and then slowly slid

her middle finger into Sally’s wet pussy. She traced the inner

and outer lips with her exploring finger, they were slippery with

Sally’s excitement. Kristen found her clitoris and began to

massage it gently. The excitement she felt was overwhelming.

Sally struggled to quiet her screams of delight by burying her

face in the crook of Kristen’s neck and shoulder.

Periodically Kristen would bring lubrication from Sally’s vagina

to her clit by inserting her finger a few inches in then out.

Sally’s knees were beginning to get weak and she was holding on

to Kristen very tightly, she whole body was trembling, she felt

like she fall.

The water from the shower was drenching both of them and it was

making things very slippery. Kristen decided she had better make

Sally more comfortable before they both fell and hurt themselves.

As she helped Sally to the floor she came face to face with her

beautiful snatch. She ventured a taste, allowing her tongue to

flick lightly over Sally’s moist lips. Kristen marveled at the

sweet taste of Sally’s deliciously clean sex.

Kristen went wild. She began to suck and lick and mouth every

part of Sally’s womanhood. Her tongue finally came to rest on

Sally’s throbbing love nub. As Kristen slowly and methodically

licked her love button, Sally was writhing on the floor of the

shower in a state of shear ecstasy. Kristen reached up to grasp

both of Sally’s nipples while she continued to feast on her now

very juicy pussy, and as she gently pinched them between her

thumb and forefinger, Sally came….

Sally’s supple body convulsed with waves of pleasure and she let

out a loud moan. Then her body went completely limp and she lay

back against the wall with her eyes closed, breathing very hard.

The only sound was Sally’s breathing and the water running.

Kristen felt very pleased with herself as she looked at the

gentle contented smile on Sally’s face. Then Kristen glanced at

the wall clock as she helped Sally to her feet. It was now 6:45

A.M. Kristen thought, “lucky no one walked in and discovered our

morning interlude.”

They began to gather their things to get out of there before

someone did walk in on them. As they started to leave the room,

Sally grabbed Kristen’s arm gently and asked her, “why don’t you

come down to my room for a few minutes?” Kristen obliged.

Sally’s roommate had already left for class when they arrived. As

they entered the room Sally closed the door and locked it. “You

won’t mind being a little late for class this morning will you,”

Sally asked coyly? Kristen smiled, “No, I won’t mind at all.”

Sally undid the knot in Kristen’s towel and it fell to the floor.

She knelt down and spread Kristen’s pussy lips, exposing her

clit. Kristen’s eyes fluttered closed, and she braced herself

against the door. Her pussy was already wet but as Sally began to

lick gently on her swollen clit her love juices began to flow

like a river down the inside of both thighs. The walls of her

vagina were contracting so hard that her stomach was heaving in

and out in an obvious fashion. Sally’s tongue was flicking and

caressing her clit and she could feel a finger thrusting deep

into her vagina.

Kristen stood rigid, her tan smooth legs tense, stomach muscles

rippling in an effort to keep from screaming her passion. She

felt as if she were going to explode. And she did!!!! all over

Sally!! Her pussy juices gushed out as her entire body shuddered

in ecstasy.

Sally didn’t mind the unexpected shower, she just patted herself

dry with Kristen’s towel and let out a little giggle. Kristen

slowly slumped to a sitting position in front of the door, as

Sally leaned over to share her taste with a long deep passionate

mouth opening kiss. Kristen was lost in her own world of orgasmic

bliss.

It was almost time for Stephanie to get home and Alicia was getting warm
with excitement at the thought. She was finishing the vacuuming, the
last of the housework that she had told her to do that day. Nothing
thrilled her more than playing servant to the tall, imperious girl she
had married. She was so beautiful and she loved her so much – that
kneeling in submission before her was the supreme pleasure in her life.
She had a hard-on in her tight panties, beneath the frilly white apron
that covered them, truly a slave of love to that girl.

She heard the front door open and a tingle of titillation went through
her. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching her finish her
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vacuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair.

“I’m tired, Alicia,” she sighed. “it’s been a hard day, one conference
after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you.
Inefficient. I have to do everything myself.” She nodded, shutting off
the vacuum cleaner as she motioned for her to set it aside and come
to her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped, “and then massage my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, hurrying over and addressing her in the
form she most liked to hear. It thrilled her just to say those words,
the submissive words of a love slave, and she was soon on her knees at
her feet.

With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Alicia lifted
one of the feet Stephanie offered her and caressed the well-polished
shoe. She removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot
in the palm of her hands. This was the finest prize she could imagine
as she stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to
bestow a worshipful kiss.

Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she
did so,then parting her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,
Slave,” she ordered her, “and eat my pussy.”

It was involuntary movement as Alicia nodded in submission, setting down
her foot to bend her body towards her wife. As she moved closer to the
edge of the chair she pressed her face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. Her
lips touched the soft succulent skin that covered the clefted little
mound of her pussy and the fragrance of her juices increased so strongly
that she suddenly thrust her tongue deep into her cunt and swallowed her
juices. The more Alicia licked her wifes pussy, the hotter it felt and
her
juices were flowing even more. She could hear her softly moaning above
her as she lapped away on her marvelous twat.

She felt her quiver with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed she
heard her speak. “Undress me, Alicia,” she commanded; and it was an order
that never failed to excite her further.

She came up from between her thighs with trembling fingers and reached
or the buttons that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. She
undid them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts as
the garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking her aside as she did so,
and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her shoulders. Her
large, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as she stared up at them. She
put her moist fingers in the waistband of her black skirt, then pulled
it down over her slender ankles, and she stood before her nearly naked,
wearing only a black and red garter belt and the nylon stockings it
suspended.

“Get my red negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said.

“Yes, mistress,” she replied gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, her
cock a stiff stick in her panties, impeding her progress.

She returned with her finest negligee; and as she stood tall in the
middle of the living room she placed it reverently over her voluptuous
body. In her high heels she seemed to tower over her, her perfect
breasts bobbing beneath the see-through material of her negligee. The
rest they were able to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seated
on their tan leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped up
for comfort.

Alicia knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed her aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. Her
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner lips
of her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. She had her
moaning with pleasure as she lapped the juices from deep inside her wet
pussy.

When they were done, she ordered her to stand; and that’s when she
noticed the stiffness of her rod. It tented out the front of her panties
poking up the white apron that covered her front.

“Drop you panties,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your panties, it’s disgraceful.”

Afire with lust and excitement, Alicia undid the buckle of her belt,
unzipped her panties and slowly lowered them to the floor. Her rod sprang
free, huge and stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.
Stripping for her always excited her, made her feel somehow like a little
girl dropping her drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

Once her panties were off, Stephanie rose and stood over her in her high
heeled shoes. She knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her pussy and
quickly went to work. Her tongue was moving as rapidly as a piston in a
stock car as she licked her cunt lips up and down, then stimulated her
clit some more. When she had come, she ordered her to the couch, where
she sat with her rod sticking straight up from her naked lap.

She came to her and straddled her legs, parting her thighs widely as
she settled into her lap. Her huge cock poked apart the delicate lips of
her pussy, and as she lowered her body to her the entire shaft of her
cock slid up her sheath. She rode slowly up and down on her dick, fucking
her, arousing her madly. Her prick was so hard that her upstroke brought
her from her lap to nearly a standing position, and when she went back
down again to engulf her bone, she shuddered from the feeling.

She fucked her like that till she wanted some different stimulation on
the inside of her pussy, then carefully worked her way around till her
back was to her. Obediently she sat there letting her wife control the
movements of the fuck, her rod a stiff pole for her wifes pleasure.

When she was through using her in that manner she rose off her, her
huge cock drawing slowly out of the wet slit of her cunt. She perched
on the arm of the couch and ordered her to rise. Alicia got up, her rod
sticking straight out, and she swung around in front of her. Then, as she
sat with one foot propped up, she had her stand in between her thighs,
probe into her pussy with the long shaft of her cock, and then fuck
gently in and out of her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, sighing
with another orgasm, as she stroked in and out of her hot, tight hole.

“Now I want you to really fuck me good, husband,” she said with a
pleased smile as she drew her rod from her pussy.

She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself on her hands
and knees. Alicia knew what to do. This was one of the most exciting ways
for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both. She sat on the
couch behind her, her rod between her thighs and into the tight channel
of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, she began to slide into
her. Her cock filled her hole tightly, the hotly lubricated channel of
her sweet young cunt.

She fucked her again and again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat
to the couch. Alicia pulled out shooting her load all over her tight ass
then
rubbed it in. She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke
it was to order her into the bedroom.

Their bed chamber was a seductive room, with rust-hued walls and a
gorgeous bronze-like bedspread. They were quickly naked, except for
Stephanies garter belt and nylons, then lounged on the large bed. She
wanted some more of that doggie-style fucking that Alicia was giving her
on the couch, so she got on her hands and knees and ordered her to fuck
her. Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on her knees and
stuck her rod up her cunt from behind. Then she shoved it in and out,
battering her shapely buttocks with her loins as she fucked her harder
and harder.

When she withdrew, Stephanie rolled over onto her back, pulling her on
top of her. Her body was coated with sweat, her forehead beaded with
dewy perspiration and her rod as stiff as it had ever been in her life
as she mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as she felt her
dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy. She was over her like a
real man now, aroused again to a fever pitch of maddened lust. She was
pounding her cock into her tight hole, fucking into her as hard as she
could, pistoning her pole as rapidly as possible.

She knew she couldn’t hold her come much longer, and even though she
jerked her dick out of her pussy in an effort to control it, she shot
off all over her stomach and everywhere. Stephanie loved it as she
felt burst after hot burst of her sticky cum splatter on her belly
and tits.

They lay panting on the bed for some time, then rose and went to the
bathroom where they both washed themselves clean. They returned to the
bed chamber, as Stephanie threw on her negligee again. Together, they lay
in each others arms on the soft, bronzed bedspread, talking about the
lovemaking that had gone on before. They both agreed that it had been
good, at least as good as any time in the past. And the more they talked,
the more aroused they became again.

Alicia’s cock wasn’t hard enough for her to fuck her again, but there
was
another way she could please her wife, and she suggested it! (Major
accomplishment here, everyone give her a big hand). Soon she was on her
back on the bed, her negligee wide open, her thighs spread to bare her
pussy. Alicia got on her stomach between her legs and pressed her lips to
her cunt lips. Soon she was sucking gently, and it wasn’t long before she
was quaking from another orgasm. She continued her pleasant task, till
Stephanie laid back, still and satisfied.

Then Alicia turned over onto her back, her dick semi-hard, fairly
begging
to be sucked back to full length. When her wife roused from the wonderful
stupor induced by her cunt-lapping, she got over her cock and fiddled with
it. The more she played with it the harder it got, till finally she slid
her lips over the head. It swelled up in her mouth, hardening as she
sucked,and in time her lips were gliding up and down the length of her
raging hard-on. She sucked for a long time, because she was able to
control
herself for quite a while.

At last she came, shooting off and hitting the roof of her mouth with
her cum. She parted her lips, letting the stuff roll out. She loved the
taste of Alicia’s cum in her mouth, loved the sensation of the stuff
rolling
over her lower lip.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

LOVE
YOUR SLUT
ALICIA

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