Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

She found a simple glass and filled it full of purified water. When Zenobia had come over to her she had a bowl of the broth in one hand and the glass of water in the other one. She didn't care if her captor had had to wait too long to get the food, that wasn't her problem... she was starving and it took every thing not to start eating it herself. She followed with slow steps doing her best not to spill the bowl of broth. The bowl was hot and was beginning to burn her hand holding it but the recent memory of the whip was far more painful than her hand was.

She knelt was instructed and had just begun to place the bowl and cup on the ground when she was ordered to keep a hold of it. She grumbled her annoyance but raised it again and held them out in front of her. The food was nothing special but... right now it smelled so good. It smelled so so good. The longer she held them her arms the more they began to burn and ache. "Cydia" she replied slowly. She'd been called that for as long as she could remember, she wasn't even sure if it was the name her parents gave her.

"Oh." Lydia couldn't have sounded more disinterested, despite being the one who had asked. Attention going back to her meal and her card game, she would remove the bowl and glass in turn to take a drink or pluck out one of the more substantial bits of meat or vegetable, and then return it to the girl's hand shortly thereafter, occasionally pausing to make a move in her card game.

After many minutes, she was finally done, both with the water and the solitaire, and the bowl of soup had been reduced to just broth. A rather devious half-smirk came to her lips as she turned her attention to Cyd once more, though her voice was strangely soothing, even in her rough way, "I bet you're hungry after such a long day of getting captured, slave. Tell you what...The rest of that shitty soup you cooked up is yours." She held up a finger, "But. You'll eat it off the ground without your hands, like the pet you are. And you must thank me for being so generous." She scowled briefly, her tone turning cautionary, "And be careful with your choice of words, girl. You'll go hungry if I don't think you've done a good enough job."

She had to kneel like some absurd human table while this zenobia played her game of cards and ate the stew she'd just finished. The thought of food got to her as it ha been two days since she'd really eaten. She saw the smirk on her captors face and groaned inwardly at what that might mean. The gentleness of the other's voice caught her off guard quite considerably, it was a direct contrast to how she normally had been acting. Of course she was hungry, that was obvious by her rumbling stomach, but of course the bandit already knew that. So... she could eat the rest of her soup... if she used just her face... She looked at the thing and debated, there were still several good chunks of meat and veg in there so it wasn't just liquid. She needed her strength if she was ever going to escape here so she resolved that it was worth playing along. 'Take care with her choice of words' the other had said... so she assumed that just repeating the phrase would not work. She hesitated while she thought before she finally grumbled out a "Thank you... Mistress Zenobia... for letting your slave have this meal". She hated those words and they came no easier than any thing else she'd said but it was over quick enough.

Lydia let out a rather cruel laugh as she eyed the naked slave-girl for a while after she spoke. This was all horribly pleasing to her, to see a girl who was proud enough to spit at her this morning groveling on her knees already, "You're fucking pathetic, slave," she snatched the bowl from Cyd's hands once more, setting it on the ground just in front of the girl and giving it a poke with the toe of her boot, "Go on, than, have your dinner." The raider watched down with a cruel grin all the while.

Lydia seemed oh so happy that her poor bald captive had said the words that she wanted to hear, fuck her, Cydia knew she needed her strength to survive here. Missing out on food and water would only serve to weaken her and if that chance to escape finally showed up when she was weak from lack of food or delusional due to dehydration she would hate herself, she couldn't risk it. She hated doing this but it was better than the alternative. She dipped her head down to the bowl without looking up to Zenobia and began to slurp at the liquid right away.

She tried to eat quickly so that it gave her as little satisfaction as possible and so that she had less time to take it away. The broth wasn't bad, relatively plain but out in the wastelands relatively plain was good, real spices and flavourings were impossible to come by now so people's standards in food had dropped significantly. When she got to any meat or veg she immediately devoured them. Her face would become covered with a light brown moisture and it would spill on to the floor as well as down her chest. By the time she finished she licked the last bits from tehe bottom of the bowl and then began wiping her face.

Watching the slave girl struggle to clean her face with bound wrists was amusing enough, but Lydia's face and tone showed only a disgusted contempt, "Ugh, you really made a mess of yourself, pig. And here I was thinking of letting you serve me with your tongue..." Her eyes wandered the room, falling eventually on a bookcase against one of the walls, "I suppose not, today. Go on and fetch me something to read and," she tilted her head towards an old record player, with stacks of pre-war vinyls stacked up beside it, "Put on something worth listening to, yeah?"

Once again, it was a great delight to see Cydia attempt to do all this in her bound and naked state, but the raider kept a cool exterior. When the tasks she had set out were complete, she opened the book in her lap and began reading, appearing at just about her calmest that Cyd had seen her.

A hand extended and showed an open palm to Cyd, waiting expectantly, as if the slave girl was supposed to know what the gesture meant...

Cydia really couldn't care less if her new owner was happy or not but at least she wasn't hurting her now and that's all that mattered to her. She wasn't overly bothered at how messy she'd gotten either and shoved her insults out of her mine. "Something to read..." she repeatedly quietly with a sigh and then went to the book shelf and randomly picked out a book from the middle of the shelf and then brought it back over to the girl and handed over the book to Zenobia. She'd already been given her next order and went on over to the stack of vinyls, selected one which was on the top and then placed the over sized disk on the record player and set it to playing. Some slow classical music began to play out of it with that signature scratchy sound.

Cydia hated all the walking around stark naked, showing her body wasn't something that normally bothered her but in front of this vile bitch... it did. The tasks this time weren't too hard despite being chained up but she hated the constant rattling clunking sound of her bindings. She knelt again near her assuming that was what she was supposed to be and then just stared at the hand as it was opened up. "She doesn't really expect me to rub against it does she?" Cydia ignored it and hoped it wouldn't lead to anything.

After a while spent waiting with open palm, Lydia looked over to her slave, impatient. "Your tit, stupid," as if it were the most obvious implicit order ever given, instead of the ridiculous one it was, "Give it here, so you can do something besides sitting there being useless." Her hand lowered some towards the girl, watching her instead of the book now to see if her request would be fulfilled.

The soothing sound of the music seemed decidedly out of place as it filled the cruel woman's home. The slave had a decent taste in music, she had to admit.

Cydia looked at Zenobia baffled. Her tit? Seriously how was she supposed to know that this cruel bitch wanted her to offer up one of her breasts to her? Her fists clenched and she felt that fire begin to ignite within her. She had a brief image of the chain connecting her wrists wrapped around that woman's neck. She wanted it so much.... but then she imagined another of them whip strikes across her back... not today. She bit her lip in annoyance... but after a couple of seconds she shuffled forwards on her knee so that one of her pieced boobs was in range of her owner.

"I said, 'give it here,' slave." Lydia's voice showed a shortness of patience, and she was not satisfied until Cyd lifted slightly to place her flesh into the open palm. Her fingers slid up to enclose the breast afterwards, and she began to palm it around and fondle the underside, but otherwise it was as if she were alone in the room. She paid Cyd no more mind, instead focusing on her reading for what was the better part of an hour, until she finally looked to the dimming window, and then to Cyd.

"Well, time for you to turn in for the night, slave." A rather careless toss set her reading material aside, and she stood and took hold of Cyd's chain leash once more. "Follow. Head down." The two of them went outside and around to a shed just outside of Zenobia's quarters,

It was clearly a storage of sorts, even the dim light provided by the single dangling lightbulb could show that. Also clear enough was the central figure that dominated the room: a steel cage, only wide enough that it would contain her slave about two times over, and no more. Inside was a bowl of water, a rag, and a bucket that carried rather unfortunate implications with it. "Now, since you have not proven a trustworthy slave yet, you will not share my chambers. Inside," she gave a gesture over the soup-stains on Cyd's face and chest, looking disgusted a moment, "And have yourself cleaned up by the time I next see you, sow."

She waited for Cydia to cage herself, rather than forcing her inside.

It took a few seconds but eventually her breast was pressed against Zenobia's palm. She began to toy with it in a way that wouldn't have been all too unpleasant... if it hadn't have been for the person doing it. Her legs ached and her knees were burning from the constant kneeling. She was bored and irritated out of her mind but she was at least quiet. She didn't want this woman's touches or advances but... it was better than the things she had done to her so she took it without complaint. She began to feel some what like she was an object, well it was clear this woman wanted her like that any way, just there for her pleasure as she read.

She was kind of thankful when she was told to stand up and it felt good to get the blood flowing in her legs again. Her head dipped and she followed after her captor and in to the storage hut. When she saw the cage she wasn't surprised at all, she expected as much. She chose not to reply but got inside the cage. At least she could sleep here and regain some strength. She went inside and sat down immediately. Once the Lydia had gone she did in fact wash her face but more because she wanted to than because she'd told to. She then spent the next hour trying to squeeze between bars... bend the bars or work on some kind of loose defect. Eventually she decided that she wasn't going any where and settled down to sleep as best she could. It didn't come easy but at least she found it.

Sleep was an easier thing to find for Lydia, with a bed and without the thought of being held captive in mind.

She did not come for her caged-up slave first thing in the morning. No, rather, she had work to see to. Not raiding today, but instead scavenging the more deserted areas of the nearby San Francisco suburbs. Not that this was without its dangers, and the group did have to put down a small cluster of ghouls they ran across. The usual fare was targeted: food and drink, raw materials. But Zenobia also sought out something special today, and led her men accordingly. They raided novelty costume shops, clothing stores, and strip clubs.

It wasn't until a couple hours after noon that she came back to the shed she had left Cydia in. "Slave." It was a terse greeting, to say the least. She tossed the end of the leash she had unhitched the night before into the cage, waiting for Cyd to fix it to her collar on her own.

Every little show of subservience would normalize it, in time, to the willful slave. At least, that was the raider's thinking.

Cydia ended up getting a fair amount of sleep thanks to how long Zenobia had taken though she was hungry and thirsty. When her captor entered the shed Cydia was in the middle of doing sit ups to pass the time and keep herself in shape. She stopped as the woman entered and looked at her with a look of disgust, her eyes looked like they had some of their intensity back. She very nearly replied to the comment of slave with the word 'bitch' but she managed to keep that back. She watched the leash come through the bars and shrugged. There was no point in refusing that now, it wasn't as though she hadn't already had it on her. She'd save her fight for something else. She sighed and fastened the thing to the loop that was on her collar.

"Good pet," Lydia's voice was closer to patronizing than kind or approving. "Come on, than," she unlatched the cage door and gave a rough tug on the girl's leash, leading her out from the shed.

The cries of the girl taken to the raiders' common building down below were ringing out again, as they had all through the night. The men had worked their...appetite up again, it seemed, by spending the day raiding. In truth, Lydia had 'appetites' of her own that had built up, but to simply let this girl service them would be too easy. She had other ideas in mind, to that end.

Pulling on the chain leash, she led Cyd back to her home, turning to face her, "Now, slave. I do appreciate you walking around and presenting yourself to me so, but...Well, I am feeling unusually generous," the cruel half-grin on her lips suggested that was anything but the case, "How about we cover you up a little, hm? I'm sure you'd want something to wear."

Good pet? What ever, it still irked her a little but she tossed it aside and followed after her with her eyes down as this bitch had clearly stated she preferred. As she walked her bare feet burnt on the hot ground and that hot sun washed over her slightly pink and burnt body. She frowned and hoped they weren't going to be out for long. As they travelled the sounds of the other captive likely being raped for the hundredth time rang out and Cyd felt a pang of pity. She felt bad for the girl and wished she could just shoot her to put her out of it... though as much as she hated admitting it she was glad that wasn't her, she didn't want to be at the whim of every man here.

Cydia wasn't exposed to the sun for too long which she was grateful and the house was cool underfoot. The days here were always humid and the nights cold, it was a harsh land. She looked up as Lydia spoke and looked at her mouth rather than her eyes. She was feeling generous was she? Generosity didn't fit in with her character so Cyd wasn't entirely convinced. The thought of clothes though, even basic ones, was appealing. She wasn't overly fond of being paraded naked and this would give her some modesty and protect her some what from the sun. "Clothes are fine" she answered.