Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

[Sanoci]

This desolate world was one despoiled first by the hubris of governments, its politics, and those succumb to the vast volume of wealth whether its currency, technology, sustenance, or the vices they gladly indulge themselves with candidly. Society was gradually going down the shitter or at least that was what his Father Nicolas foretold of the days of greatness as many dubbed or the Pre-Wasteland days. Eventually, civilization imploded on itself over resources, wars of terrorism, and ideologies clashing. Ironic that one of the world's wealthiest businessman whom transformed into the President of this former superpower caused the beginning of the end. Relations soured, egos prevailed, and within a two year span nuclear holocaust reign supreme costing the world its progress.

Acculturation was an onerous endeavor to fan the flames, plenty taking a meticulous glance at the clean slate since the days of old. Territories claimed, societies established, and a few clinging to the remnants of the days of old for sentimental value, riches, or maybe simply comfort of days no longer in existence. Meager sustenance was a perpetual state of mind with the small pockets of civilizations or settlements those echoes of some semblance of normality and naturally stability. Guns became forsaken tools if only for the far fetched, yet successful ploy of transforming ammunition into currency which brought staggering popularity into crossbows and other innovative weaponry with those whom can afford it to utilize guns completely carefree.

Cultivated by the ensuing bloodshed now heavily unregulated within this appalling apocalyptic world, he was thankful for what lessons his previously ordinary father with an occupation in engineering was capable of articulating into his bewildered mind caught trapped, caught hostage literally in a world with few virtues. Vas Xenos or at least he christened himself such after entering the mercenary line from the bland name of Christopher Cruz. Persevering by a combination of sheer luck, what marvels he summoned from the vast cogs of knowledge from his father, and pure pragmatism left the seasoned bullet for hired a commodity for protection detail for water caravans, haulers with scrap metal, and merchants whom to some outposts as this version of nobility depending on what they were lugging about.

" How did I get my lucky bullets on an oasis like you? "

A tender, playful grope without its sting clung to the body of the passenger strolling along with him. Bagging along a beauty belonging to an illustrious bartertown by the name of Sanctorium. As humanity slowly started to crawl its way out from disaster, many returned to former large cities to reclaim the remnants of technology they had lost. Many died in the process, falling victim to radiation or mutant beasts, but those who escaped danger found wonders from the old world and prospered. Sanctorium was the result of such a daunting gamble and this one belonged to one of its founding families whom became akin to Merchant lords or nobility. Members at the upper echelon live comfortable lives. Not only do they never worry about their next meal, they enjoy luxuries like books, guns, and even the occasional use of a gas-powered generator.

It was love at first site, bodies glistening of sweat of the passionate nights they had. This made him think of it while on the unpaved roads, traversing in an decrepit Ford Mustang with a heavier frame, desert like paint job though rusted, and fenced shielding on the front glass to grant it protection. Regardless it was all they could be allotted and not to mention that little fact it was stolen. Who could dare declare things were not entertaining in the wastes?

 

[Xanaphia]

There was a time, before the world went to hell, when the trip through what was once Colorado would have been lovely. Desiree wished she could have seen in, in its glory days, but all that had ended before she had even been born. The wastes were just as everyone had said, barren and desolate. Not much to look upon now, but that was okay too. She had pleasant enough company to distract her from the outside world.

"How did I get my lucky bullets on an oasis like you? "

“You know what you did,” Desiree teased, smiling big as she recalled their first night together. Recalling how he treated her like a woman, instead of a child. How he saw her for who she was, instead of an extension of her father. She stretched in the seat next to him, a pleased smirk on her face, watching him as he watched the road, and stole glances at her. It was nice

When the world nearly ended, her grandfather, Stan Parish had the fore sense to gather up supplies while everyone else fled. In ten years’ time he had himself a sizeable stash, and a degree of wealth in power. Her father, Bruno Parish had gone a step further, buying loyalty and strength to further expand his enterprise until he was on top. A shrewd man who made no friends he couldn’t buy, he built Sanctorium in a thriving settlement, with all its residents beholden to him. His only weaknesses were his family, and he paid well to keep them protected.

So he hired Vas Xenos to protect his little girl, but he didn’t expect the Desiree to develop a crush on the man. Nor did he expect Vas to reciprocate the attraction, and bang his teenage daughter at her first invitation. In the end, the allure of a pretty girl was stronger than the fear of pissing off a powerful man, and so began Desiree and Vas’s torrid love affair. Of course, once her father found out, Vas was fired, and his life forfeit if he showed his face anywhere near Desiree again.

Nothing in Desiree’s life could have hurt more than the thought of losing Vas forever, so she did what any other teenage girl would do in her situation. Pilfered as much gold bullion as she could get her hands on, loaded one of her father’s collector vehicles with supplies and took to the road with Vas. A girl who had managed to live a life of privilege and luxury in the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust, Desiree had no real idea about what life in the Wastelands would be like, or how they would manage the trip, but she didn’t care. She would do anything to stay by Vas’ side.

It was noon, and the sun was blaring down on them. Her white tank top clung to her sweat damped skin, highlighting the contours of her pampered body. She had all the luscious curves of a woman who never wanted for anything in her life, who never perspired unless it was in leisure. Blonde locks tied behind her head to keep her cool, and she wrapped plump lips around a water bottle, taking a long drink and letting the cool liquid dribble down her chin and neck. She caught Vas staring, and the look of lust in his eyes gave her an idea.

Scooting closer to him, deft fingers worked at the button of his pants, freeing his cock from his jeans. The scent of him drove her mad, and as much as she had wanted to go slow and tease him, she couldn’t help herself. Wet lips wrapped about his meat, sucking him hard to get his blood pumping. It wasn’t long before she was bobbing up and down his length, moaning against his shaft.

 

[Sanoci]

Desiree depicted its small havens among the shit, gore, and other noxious elements slowly descending upon natural. Sanctorium felt vastly peculiar to the typical barter towns corresponding in the Wasteland or even other territories he has ventured through his tenure entrapped in a game of life or death for the transparent gains in exchange. The fortuitous arrival to the bartertown was definitely one fulled of surprises, nearly exhausted out of resources and mimicking the environment around contained no tools for survival barring his knives after an arduous skirmish with cannibalistic raiders. Inhabitants probably were closer to indentured servitude, partially from an extensive system placed by the elite of the settlement. Running all the businesses certainly helped these assholes tremendously. The Parishes and by extension those few who aided him were reaped the rewards with the others dealing in typical poverty. Elaborate in his opportunist mind was the foresight of the dismay the citizens would face outside, linking the chains further as salivation and shelter outweighed starving completely or being homeless.

" Summarize exactly what I....... Woahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Traveling to Colorado away from a cumbersome warrant for his execution with bounty motivates a man to never maintain a static migration pattern. Happenstance led to the meeting with the callous Bruno Parish. Destiny or a royal flush enabled him with an easy assignment with a paragon of beauty only captivated through such a privileged life that nurtured such a babe. Her gullible demeanor made sinking his teeth into her a reality from her comfortable, glided cage fashioned by the overprotective nature of her own father. Though deemed a child in mentality, her womanly exterior was anything but luscious. Her water laced lips convinced him, brought upon even bewilderment at her devious mind. Manhood flourishing from her enthusiastic suction, clamping down to gobble him down. Concentration on the road formidable, making up in her inexperience with her impeccable curves, angelic face, and currently...ambushing him.

".........Whhhhattt ... did I do to....earn..thissss???!!!"

Speech dragged on from her avid dedication, length fully realized and compressed in her mouth. Vibrations emulating from lascivious moans reminiscing of one of the first sexual rendezvous away from inquisitive eyes and those whom would prowl at the convenience to elevate themselves comparable to how her mouth elevated his cock mid drive. Wincing at the pleasure, how her tongue traced his shaft and remained attentive on his head was just wonderful. Eyes fluttered for just the briefest of moments. Seconds of complete disorientation warranted everything, hands bracing for the wheel as the merc begun to twirl passed one of the mutated abominations of the region. A mixture of dust and smoke enveloped him, tires obviously colliding to some rocks to cause this discord. Almost abruptly this session of foreplay lessened, skidding off their intended route.

 

[Xanaphia]

Desiree ignored his questions for now, focusing her attention on sliding her mouth up and down his cock. She was still getting used to this, taking his length in her throat, concentrating on breathing and holding back from gagging or choking. Saliva drooled down his length as slippery lips slurped over the veins and bulges.

She could hear Vas moan and sigh in regards to her attention, and each lovely sound that escaped his mouth was a small gift to her. It inspired her to keep going, to move faster, to go deeper until his head was brushing against her tonsils. It was difficult to maintain this for long, but before she could pull back to take a breather, the car hit something hard. His cock pushed up into her throat cocking her from the unexpected intrusion. Her entire body slammed into the console, convulsing as she fought for air and aching form the impact. She was coughing as she sat up, thick strings of drool bridging her lips and his meat.

“What…what happened?” she gasped weakly, her eyes still wet with tears. “Holy shit, what did we hit?” She got up now, jumping out of the car to the crumpled mass of flesh laid out behind them. A horrid misshapen mass, covered in blood. Some of the damage seemed to predate the crash, but there was little doubt what had kill the…man? Desiree shuddered as she looked down at the thing. She knew mutants were a thing that existed, but to see one, this close? It didn’t feel real. And they had killed it, on accident of course, but it was her fault. Because she just had to suck Vas off.

“What should we do? Do we bury it or…” She trailed off, eyes stuck on the body and the blood pooling underneath it. Looking over at the car, she could see more leaking from underneath the driver’s side. That couldn’t possibly be good, “Is the car okay to drive?”

 

[Sanoci]

Conscious askew by the lust fuming from supple moist lips and dread sinking its literal claws from the abhorrent aftermath that just transpired in a flash. Mesmerizing were the droplets of saliva dressing his fully erected manhood, admittedly flooded with pleasure momentarily with the tensing of her muscles through this collision. Undeterred by the foreplay as pain radiated his form was the thought of imminent danger. Blacking out, chest bludgeoned by the impact as oxygen fought the urge to return to the mercenary.

Lightly imprinted to the steering wheel in all likelihood explained the blood leaking from his sore head, either concussed or driven back by the audacious maneuver which aligned to the predicament they faced. Smoke amassed, noise seemingly amplified by the cries of Desiree. Disoriented and absorbing the fumes, Vas Xenos rose to assess the damages inflicted. It did not compare to the mutilated mess drenched on the car, a mutant based on its image or what could be interpreted from his estimation. Composed barely, what amounted to hardened nerves due towards his life experiences versus his naive passenger. Knowing this couldn't be helped, body aching as dirt covered boots shuffled to the epicenter of the wreckage. " We got a mutie I reckon, nothing can do but thank the anarchy we are not him."

Rash and definitely apathetic in delivery, Vas begun the process of inquiring personally of the type of inventory this now mangled carcass could possess to benefit them for the trouble with his dick still muggy and rigid. It only distress the woman further and be deemed desensitizing to request her wondrous lips to suck him off after such havoc. Inspecting the vehicle, his expression grew dim staring angrily at the carnage. Why in the heavens and hells did he allowed this gorgeous babe to bare her lovely lips on his dick and not pull over immediately.


" FUCK, FUCK, WHY TO THE ABYSS!!!!???? Bad news, the spark plugs are damaged and worse this thing made sure to have leakage to the gas storage! "

 

[Xanaphia]

Desiree shrunk against herself at Vas’ outburst. He didn’t seem to be blaming her, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She distracted him, and while she might one day look back at this and laugh, or feel some pride that her cock-sucking skills caused an accident, for now she felt embarrassed.

“What are we going to do?” She asked softly, trepidation on the edge of her voice. “Can you fix it?” She continued, hoping the answer was yes, but fearing it was no. He explained that the parts were broken and required replacements. She had been convinced that the journey through the waste would be a simple one, but hardly a day out of Sanctorium and they already had a major problem.

“Where would we even get the replacements?” she asked softly, rubbing her shoulder as she did. They couldn’t go back to Sanctorium. Not after he was caught in bed with her. Not after her father put a price on his head. Not after she stole a suitcase full of gold bars and a car from her father. They had to push forward, no matter what.

For nearly an hour under the midday sun they sweated, trying to get a grip on their situation. They didn’t even have an idea where to push the car to, much less the energy to actually do so. Just as things looked their worst, another vehicle came up on the horizon. A beat to hell truck, so dusty and faded it was impossible to know what color it might have been. Desiree stuck close to Vas as it pulled up to them, and a thin, middle aged man steeped out. He looked over them both, and looked over the car, before looking her over again. “This your car?” Desiree nodded, wrapping her arms around Vas. For protection or to signify that she was his, she couldn’t say. “I’ll buy it for parts,” He offered, running his fingers over the hood.

“We need it. Do you know where we can get it fixed?” She asked, finding some courage she didn’t know she possessed.

“I probably have the parts to fix it, but it will cost ya,” He proposed, looking her up and down.

“We can pay,” she insisted, unable to shake the feeling he was gawking at her. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling. No one in Sanctorium would openly leer at her. But she couldn’t get on with her father’s reputation out here.

“Well, I’ll give you a tow then. Name’s Marrek,” he introduced, inviting Desiree a spot next to him in the front of his truck.

 

[Sanoci]

" We'll figure it out....and I do not think I wield the skills to fix this relic! "

Sanctorium counted its blessing with partially intact automobiles, undoubtedly just an omission to extinguish from the common filth making up mostly of the desperate. The Parishes and other by association to its foundation feasibly laid claim to the mechanical masterpieces which were virtually impossible to replicate, simply remodel or update in design. The distress was all that lingered, pants tightened from stiffness not yet alleviated from her fervent mouth drifting just a few seconds from the road. Though not expressed sincerely, Desiree's ability to tame his snake and trigger a car crash held its humor.

" Replacements!!?? Not in an area that has yet to hear about that tempted bounty of your father's . " Dawning on Vas Xenos excluding the scorching rays were solutions binding them opportunities for survival, heat reflecting off harshly to drench the mercenary in what felt approximately to a puddle of sweat. Gawking at the stranded beauty had its merit, one she potentially ignored though others pinpointed it early. Astonishing him was the coincidental arrival of someone in a vehicle of their own. Before brandishing any comprehensible reply he bear witness to the sheltered Desiree addressed the stranger, seemingly a scavenger on the basis of his attire. Perhaps his antics drew more depth to her character, concetration on that shifting the moment payment was uttered with leering eyes at her despite her embrace signaling whom she belonged to.

Conflicted arose like his forsaken boner, prohibited from returning to the closest equivalent of civilization around these barren parts. Eyes narrowed at the man, teeth crackling with a few notably missing and enveloped in grease and dirt. Instincts screamed at him like an addiction fighting through cold turkey, knowing the symbolism of what payment would mean in this scenario. Glancing at Desiree, he knew she trusted him and part of him felt like dying within for the mere thought of sharing this rare beauty in any context. Gulping up the courage, a heavy sign left his lips before speaking to the man for the first time.

" What kind of payment are we talking? If the price is not ridiculous, we can negotiate the terms.", he muttered foreseeing his payment was not going to be in its typical currency, yet needed insurance by hearing his offer first.

 

[Xanaphia]

“Not sure you are in much of a place to negotiate terms, are ya boy?” Marrek condescended to Vas, “You’re lucky I came up on ya, and not some outlaws. They would have already killed ya, and fucked your girl six ways from Sunday. What are you gonna do? Wait around for someone with reasonable prices to come save your ass?”

“We can pay,” Desiree insisted once more, a chill running down her spine at the mention of bandits raping her. She might not have liked the way he said it, but everything Marrek said was true. They couldn’t afford to be picky right now.” She clung to Vas as Marrek hooked up the car to his truck.

“Git on in,” Marrek invited as he got back in his truck. Desiree gave Vas’ hand a squeeze before getting in, settling in next to Marrek. She tried to avoid touching him as much as possible, but sandwiched in between the two men it was difficult. Marrek’s hand reached between her legs, to shift gears, calloused fingers brushing against her bares legs in the process. Desiree stiffen at the gesture, not vocalizing her discomfort, but not hiding it either. “What brings you two out here to tha’ wastes?”

“Just getting a fresh start,” Desiree said simply, preferring not to elaborate. Marrek laughed and coughed from laughing before he calmed down. There wasn’t much more conversation before they reached his scrapyard, littered with parts and a couple hallowed out shells of what were once cars. He pulled the car over to the dingy, cluttered garage and and looked over the hood and underneath.
“Looks like you need three spark plugs and a new fuel pump,” He appraised, wiping greasy fingers on a greasy towel.

“How much will that cost us?” Desiree asked, fidgeting at her hair.

“Well, two clips for each spark plug, five for the fuel pump, another five for installation, and two for the tow. So 18 in all,” Marrek counted off.

“Clips?”

“A magazine of 9mm bullets. Or I can go 6 boxes of 12 gauge shots, if you got those.” Marrek explained.

“Bullets? We don’t have any bullets,” Desiree protested.

“I thought you said you could pay?” Marrek retorted, a slight anger in his voice.

“I have gold. Is a bar or two enough?” Desiree offered.

“I ain’t got no use for gold out here girlie. Bullets, or we could barter, but you gotta make it worthwhile.” Marrek leered at her again, beady eyes drinking in her body once more.

“We have supplies…” Desiree choked out, avoid his lustful eyes.

“I got enough supplies her girl. I need something a bit more valuable.”

 

[Sanoci]

Disrespect was a commodity afforded towards those with the power, an attribute advertised by the patronizing speech over simplistic business etiquette. Bitter words stinging his pride, holding the unpleasant authenticity of the peril faced should the two of them maintained this current position in the middle of no where. Almost derogatory was allowing this naive woman negotiate terms, agitated for how much of a bind they were in. Reluctance at his entry into his truck was clear, probably sizing the rewards for deposing of him and reaping the carnal pleasures of raping Desiree. Fortunately he recognized who his better in a confrontational scenario, riding off to the scrapyard.

" Looking for opportunity, like anyone else stranger!", Vas extended that hostile gaze whenever they advanced in subtle ways to the lovely oasis of a woman riding along in the cramped space. Assorted knives fashioned on his torso, proficient in plenty violent applications should his eyes find them inappropriately on her body. Vigilance a necessity within his generosity or mercy potentially, silent the whole ride with tension already spiked with a throbbing headache inspiring some reckless actions surfacing in his pain addled mind.

“How much will that cost us?”

“Well, two clips for each spark plug, five for the fuel pump, another five for installation, and two for the tow. So 18 in all,”

“Clips?”

“A magazine of 9mm bullets. Or I can go 6 boxes of 12 gauge shots, if you got those.”

“Bullets? We don’t have any bullets,”

“I thought you said you could pay?”

“I have gold. Is a bar or two enough?”

“I ain’t got no use for gold out here girlie. Bullets, or we could barter, but you gotta make it worthwhile.”

“We have supplies…”

“I got enough supplies her girl. I need something A BIT MORE VALUABLE.”

Shuffling between the impromptu bargaining between them drove him on edge, heat causing an exodus of liquids to spill from all his pores. Supplies existed as she referred to the man, peering into the conscious of this bastard. Lust flared, one whom probably was denied such luxuries in exchange for the common instruments and essentials to make a meager existence. No, this Marrek craved something else than financial compensation. Masculinity, trust, his own hubris was challenged for what Vas Xenos knew was the inescapable solution where they could travel and his intrigue sated. Making the difficult decision, he separated the distance between them, laying hushed whispers in her ear with tensing in his throat; ashamed.

" He wants something this limp dick likely never had. I'm sorry and please go along. I shall avenge you."

Head rose high, an ominous glare was traced onto his features at the opportunist whom he partially could not fault. Knowing he was on the side of the trigger was what brought him to the verge of murdering this aging hick. No, escaping the wrath of her father was significant. Bruising relations or testing its bond was an eventual crossroads. Vas dreaded crossing it so soon however.

" You keep eying her, I know it. She knows it. Lets just stop ignoring the nuke in the room. She lets you 'relieve' yourself but if you do anything she does not accept and I will take my chances without your service and your life claimed."

 

[Xanaphia]

Desiree visably tense as Vas spelled out Marrek’s offer, feeling the older man appraise her like a piece of meat. “You can’t be serious,” She asked Vas, as he told her to go along. This was something special that they had shard, something she had given him alone. And now he was going give it away to the first man they passed in the wastes? But Vas didn’t answer her, Just spoke the man, setting parameters for her to trade her body to this man. “I can’t…fuck this guy,” She begged Vas, clinging to his shirt.

“Hey, in that case I’ll take the car as payment for towing you guys here, and let you pull your supplies out. Not sure how far you’ll get without one though,” Marrek suggested, sensing Desiree disapproval. Vas’ eyes held no answers or comfort, just a grim acceptance of what was to come. Desiree turned back to Marrek, her heart sinking and her stomach twisting in knots.

“Fine,” she snapped out, fighting back tears. Marrek lead her into the derelict dwelling, absolutely covered in a layer of grime, to the point Desiree believe this man seeped it out his skin. He turned towards Vas, “You want to watch? Make sure I don’t do anything debauched to your girl?” Regardless, he turned his attention towards Desiree, walking a full circle around her, grubby hand groping at her ample ass. “take it all off.”

Unable to meet his eyes, she obeyed. Pulling her shirt up over her head, slipping her short down around her ankles. Clad in simple white cotton panties and bra. Marrek stood behind her now, fingers gliding over her shoulders and into the cups of her bra, squeezing and mauling at her feel breasts. She could feel his hardness prodding her ass, and the pressure made her sick to her stomach. “All of it,” He reminded her, pinched her nipples until they were erect in his fingers. Nervously her thumbed hooked into her panties, and she rolled them down her hips, adding them to the puddle of her clothing on the floor. Finally she worked at her bra, pulling it off as his hands continued to fondle her.

“Ready for me? He asked, breathing in the scent of her hair, before pushing her down onto hands and knees.

 

[Sanoci]

Apathetic and cold in his stare at the wrenched bastard, sicken to his core to be coarse to such standards immediately but the cost were hefty and escape was a necessity to ever pry themselves out of this miserable corner of the world. He has foreseen it in past adventures, a few regions left where trouble has yet to be met by him by proxy. " I'll watch, know you cannot relieve yourself in her. Payment is forfeit if you do, scavenger."

"Fine, very fine indeed. Worth a rocket if you ask me!", perverse incitement rolled off his boorish tongue almost mimicking the grime profusely decorating these dwellings of his. Vying for control over emotions, overwhelming her physically were tempting, yet the thuggish man egregious observation of the two meant potential bodily harm though he issued no reply towards the man and reoriented concentration on Desiree. Absent of the impurities of this environment foretold she belonged to someone of significance, devoid of poor nutrition and in physical shape. Plump and gorgeous in all her glory, digits efficacious on her erected nipples with an ascending growth pressing against her during his attentive rough foreplay.

Split seconds passed before payment was seized, Marrek basked in the scenery of her bare ass inches away from his crouch currently in a prone position. Burrowing deeply into that unsullied crack was a temptation, but presumed this counted under elicit grounds for breaching this verbal agreement. Belt and trousers expelled under him, echoing in her ear perhaps if deem traumatic enough. Operating with equipment conceived as mediocre with the exception of the dirt and grime partially bathed. Its rusted lining probably was no dirty hands grappling her, hands fastened on her voluptuous hips. Pristine, clean and very alluring...it hardened him incredibly. Waves of enthusiasm washed over the slimy scavenger, guiding his head to her slit. Steady in his aim, Marrek gradually plunged into her folds until meeting the hilt. The aging man froze, never witnessing the vortex of strength her walls would apply onto him..

. " FFFFUCCCCKKKK........!!!!!!!!"

 

[Xanaphia]

Hand and knees on the dirty floor, with a man she barely knew unzipping behind her was the first time that Desiree thought that it might have been a mistake to flee Sanctorium with Vas. There wasn’t another option, she wasn’t even sure they could make back to her home on foot in their condition. The only path available to them was forward, and it unfortunately passed through Marrek’s scrap yard.

Desiree squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Marrek’s greasy hands gripping her hips. At least she didn’t have to look at the man while he did this to hurt. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, she could pretend it was just Vas taking her. But there was no affection, no arousal, no joy in this union. She grunted out as he forced himself in her, her tight channel unyielding to the unwelcome intruder. Still, it only took a few strokes for her body to adjust to him, providing the lubrication that would prevent damage.

Quick, shallow thrusts continued, Desiree crying out with each one, trying her damnedest to hold back the tears. Fucking Vas was magical, everything she dreamt sex could be. Fucking Marrek was full of shame, made her feel impossibly dirty. She hated herself to going through with it, hated Vas for letting it happen, hated Marrek for doing it. Each pleasured cry that Marrek made seem to make the whole ordeal owrse, know that this man was getting off on her discomfort.

It didn’t last long, not nearly as long as her times with Vas, but it felt longer as it continued. Soon his fingers dug into her things and his cock exited her slit. Hot streams painted her ass and back, accompanied by Marrek’s estastic moans. She tensed as each rope splash against her skin, willing herself not to vomit from the vile scene. Once he unleash every last drop on her, he zipped, and spanked her ass. “So worth it,” He joked.

“Can I have a shower?” Desiree asked, sitting on her knees.

“Shower? The fuck you think this is? There’s a bucket around her somewhere, you can pull up some well water,” Marrek explained, before pulling Vas aside. “You looking to unload her? I’ll pay a hundred boxes of .22 cartridges and two rifles for her. It’s a good deal.”

 

[Sanoci]

Animosity festered, tensing over the abominable transgression portrayed in eyes view with the grisly notion all became a reality thanks by accepting the practical application to defuse the situation and profit from it in the expense of others. Vas Xenos profession was quite self-explanatory on morality, consummate professionals of sorts whom valued their well beings and at times engaged in activities of ill repute for success or gain. Eyes bulged, streaks of red literally bloodshot obsessive over the discomfort of allowing such and worse sullying that beauty whom he alone got to cultivate sexually. Each flat, hurried thrust emphasized by inexperience or infatuation rather than passion; stricken a nerve from her expression. Signaling his thrilled finish with some discipline broke the sickening suspense, an unwilling eyewitness to her distraught moment probably feeling betrayed.

“You looking to unload her? I’ll pay a hundred boxes of .22 cartridges and two rifles for her. It’s a good deal.”

Bargaining an exotic beauty like her, one whose value would degrade overtime in the waste made this a commendable endeavor at escaping this vile region with some new accessorizes and wealth on top of everything. A blank stare traced over the presence of Desiree, a sumptuous specimen whose worth and pristine beauty would eventually fade. Realism set in, knowing the troubles behind dragging her along for the ride. Bounty hunters capitalizing on their relationship, a woman who would ignorantly get them into hazardous predicament borne from isolation, and lastly those vying in the legions to sink their pricks into her oasises. Looking serene despite the disgust stirring, Marrek was right and her value was ruined by him.

" I accept those terms, just get my ride finished! "

 

[Xanaphia]

Desiree stood in the hallway, trying to get a grasp on what had just happened, what Vas had let happen to her. She could still feel Marrek’s filth on and in her. A few silent tears rolled down her cheeks, as she tried to be strong. Vas would want her to be strong. But in the other room, she heard Marrek make an offer for her, as if she were just a thing that could be purchased. She hoped Vas would kill the man, then and there, car be damned. But her hopes were dashed with nine words.

" I accept those terms, just get my ride finished! "

Her heart sunk. She had been sold. By the man she loved, the man she gave herself to. A man she had fled her gilded and comfortable cage to be with. She had stolen from her father to be with him, spitting in the face of 17 years of care and concern. It hadn’t even been 2 days since they fled Sanctorium. What had she done?

---

Marrek got right to work on the car, knowing the soon he got rid of Vas, the soon he could enjoy his now found toy again. Maybe break in that virgin ass, claim every inch of her body for himself. It took a couple hours, and the sun was setting as he finished. So he loaded up the guns and ammo he paid for Desiree, and withdrew her stuff, eager to see what the pretty young girl had to wear. If he even let her wear any of it.

“Your car is fixed, and you have your payment.” Marrek announced to Vas, greasy arms crossed over his chest. “Did you want to say one last farewell to the girl?”

 

[Sanoci]

Numbing affection by derogatory words and dormant concentration on an once cherished treasure that he proclaimed frantically and excessively under passionate embraces of sex as one of a kind. Imminent were the dangers which she could be weaponized against him, paraded as something bounteous to sweep from his arms with his body transformed into a nameless carcass in the debris. Sanctorium, he partially wished the bridge was not severed so hastily for the employment opportunity in this appalling section of the world. Surveying the nefarious expressions at the victory he reaped in all likelihood felt like an execution sentence to Desiree.

Time barely held the relevance it did back in the age of Greatness from what few stories were collected by those with first hand accounts of the calamity which followed with being bathed in radioactive fire. With exception of singular assignments or treading into a critical time limit could one honestly worry themselves unless it involves the shifting of day into night. Vas acknowledged the barbarous treatment awaiting this naive woman, one whom needed a reality check should she ever truly survive passed the comforts of her past life it seemed. Speaking of the transferring of day to night, the grizzled mercenary realized the sun soon would be absent from his presence like the beautiful woman whose trust he barely earned and more so prayed upon insecurities.

“Did you want to say one last farewell to the girl?”

Words held significance and none stung worse than asking him such words. To address Desiree would earn the type of damnation already feeding into his subconscious. Empathy now or even demonstrating remorse would be a slap to her face. Firmly shaking his head no, Vas Xenos slowly spread the distance between them. Certainly words from her lips would stab at him, cries crumbling the shield of apathy. All of this was for his rewards for the troublesome quirks of sex and perhaps love brought him. Sliding open the car door, Vas needed to admit the handiwork of Marrek was top notch. With the ignition reving about boisterously, he droze off to the horizon with his eyes accidentally glazing at the rear view mirror now centered on Desiree. Damnit it all to the abyss.

 

[Xanaphia]

Marrek looked in on the girl, who had holed herself up in his home and cried the entire afternoon. She wasn’t as cute with bloodshot eyes and tear streaked cheeks, but she was still hot enough to get bent over and fucked hard.

“You good for anything else other than getting fucked? You cook or clean or anything?” Marrek asked, getting a sense for her worth. Even if she was a terrible maid he could fuck her brains out each day until he was bored of her, and then sell her to some bandits.

“I’m not property, you piece of shit,” Desiree spat back at him.

“Your boyfriend thought so. Didn’t take much for him to sell you to me,” Marrek explained, and Desiree cringed at the truth of his words. “So, are you going to be a good little slut and suck me off, or do I have hold you down and break in that ass?”

Desiree shrank into herself at his threats, feeling a fresh batch of tears threaten to flood her face. Vas thinks he can sell her off? No, she would have her fucking revenge. “You can get much more than you paid for me, if you return me to my father. Leader of Sanctorium, Bruno Parish,” Desiree explained, hoping this man valued money more than he valued her body.

Marrek’s eyes went wide at the explanation. She was suddenly worth ten times what he had paid for her. He could easily trade her back to her father for a nice car or thousands of boxes of ammo. Not to mention the powerful enemies the man had made, who would pay handsomely to take their revenge out on Parish’s pretty little daughter. Suddenly it made sense why they had such a nice car, so much gold and supplies, and no sense out in the wastes. “Alright, get some rest. We will head into Sanctorium tomorrow. “ Marrek offered. No need to fuck the girl and again and have her father skin him alive for the insult.

 

[Sanoci]

Drenched heavily on tears of betrayal reflected off the rear view mirror sank tremendously into the conscious of the mercenary as he drove into the horizon. Over an hour passed the scrapyard was the billowing frustrations over his rash decision influenced by not only greed, but terror over the tragedies awaiting her should they both get overwhelmed by the fierce elements representing these lands regardless of the form it took. Realistically the Parish clan would hunt him down for transforming Desiree into a rebellious runaway, prompting enough difficulty within the region should their persistence prove zealous. Depicting what horrendous acts he commit on her body caused an abrupt stop. " Dammit it all, I need to go back!"

Encircling back towards the other direction would drag him into nightfall where other menaces lingered. A plentiful bounty for from selling her would margin some forgiveness should the damage not prove permanent in severing her trust completely. Reving the engine and accerlating at the top velocity would enable him to neutralize the distance, however being an intelligence soldier for bullets knew playing it logical was the fundamental way to achieving victory with a good heap of ruthlessness. Booby trapping the vehicle and camouflaging it best to his ability, Vas Xenos spent the next hour overly vigilant with all senses working, acknowledging ambushes from raiders to encountering an hostile mutated beast were plausible scenarios. Reaching the area, he begun to smear the dirt in the best effort of hiding his form.

Eyes caught the subtle hints of an alarm system, tin cans adequately placed where it be bungled near the extirpated vehicles with all salvageable pieces stripped out like a hollowed carcass devoured by the vultures. Accompanying with a crossbow and jittery with vivid thoughts of the condition of the one gem of that husk of a bartertown infuriated the warrior. Peering sockets broadened at the location of the two, noting no ripped clothing or any additional trauma just yet. Experiences outdoor taught him to subtly sever noise by his pacing, curled toes taking the blunt of the impact with the soles not pressed to create any disturbances. Approximately only a frenzied dash away, steady aim was bestowed before a bolt pinned into the right foot, dropping the weapon immediately and running straight for the bastard.

"FFFFFUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Professionalism, stealth, and sheer composure be damned. Vas Xenos was fuming, eyes bulging out with mouth agape with his canines bared like a feral beast emitting a war cry. If this awoken Desiree, oh well. This man needed to be punished for his weakness, exploiting the damages , and worse of all provoking this early obstacle which likely brought future strife. Descending with an incredible leap into the air, springing with knees in a squatted position to splash his abdomen into his collarbone. Pinned into a mount, he begun a frantic combination of berserk hooks into the greased face of the scvanger, blood spewing forth with his cries slowly muffled first by the lack of air, then teeth with cuts slicing into Vas vicious hands without care.

" YOU...WILLL.....NEVER....TOUCH.....HER.....AGAIN.........!!!!!!"

He pummeled and pummeled furiously he did until the skull conveyed. For the recently deserted ans sold Desiree this likely was a gruesome showcase of the harsh realities outside of her home. Roaring a boisterous roar of animosity, he slowly rose off the man after two minutes of unrelenting brutality. Hands bloodied with a few sprays onto his face, a chilling gaze was met, then redirected away in shame.

 

[Xanaphia]

It was difficult for Desiree to get comfortable enough to sleep. The hurt and betrayal that tore through her, the love she had felt for Vas turning into hatred. Not all of it though. Not even enough for her to take solace in the thought of his death. She should want him dead, want him to suffer, to beg for mercy. But in the end, all she wanted was for him to take her back.

Still, she rested on the dingy mattress, trying to calm herself. She would cry silently for a time, before recovering, her sorrow becoming a dull dissatisfaction as his absence grew more concrete. At least she wouldn’t have to be a whore forever. Her father would be furious with all she had done and disobeyed, but he would find others to take his anger out on. Probably Vas, when all this caught up to him.

A pained scream from the other room got her attention. Something had happened to Marrek, and she was terrified it wouold happen to her next. Cautious, she approached, gasping at the scene playing out before her. An enraged Vas, beating Marrek so viciously his face would never be recognizable again. He was screaming at the man, ensuring him that he would never touch her again.

Desiree froze. What else could she do? She couldn’t stop Vas, and really, she didn’t want to. He came back, for her. She knew he would never betray her! Whatever he had done, surely he had a good reason for it. After beating the man for several minutes, until the body stopped responding, Vas relented, reluctantly meeting Desiree’s eyes. There was shame in his expression, but Desiree didn’t care. She threw herself against him, sobbing fresh tears into his bloodstained shirt.

“I know you would come back for me. I knew you loved me.”

 

[Sanoci]

Lukewarm blood drizzled in excess, smothering cracks in the skin from the maniacal surge of emotion. It brought along an inspiration for this animalistic thrashing he delivered to the degenerate exploiting the vulnerability they suffered through amidst the accident. Lost in the primal atmosphere that relished this brutality, meeting the gaze of the one he betrayed left him flooded with immeasurable guilt. A brief moment had time freeze abruptly, tensions high with barely a breather uttered through his lungs. It felt rapacious to yearn for her touch, embracing him lovely despite the momentarily weakness that was capitalized on. Scrutiny plagued the hardened mercenary, hesitant to envelop her in a hug.

" I'm sorry", he expressed almost endearingly with bloody hands clamping onto her figure tenderly. " I'm sorry", thoughts lingering in hundreds of scenarios where he failed her, sullied her worth for some armaments and self preservation insisting on control versus the potential defiance of emotions which long ago foretold the hardships of the job. " I'm sorry", realizing with all his fiber he shattered this illusion of a gallant warrior of the outdoors, relinquishing the purity of their relation at the first affront towards paradise. He collapsed kneeling, aghast with no visible gaze into her eyes while she sobbed with a distressing mantra of guilt flooding him.

 

[Xanaphia]

Desiree cried for a while, as Vas held her, felt his shudder in collective angst, and she knew he would never hurt her again. Whatever had overcome him the first time, whether it was the shame of having let her be sullied once, or sheer opportunity, it didn’t matter. It was behind them, beyond them. He had a lifetime to make it up to her.

“Shh,” she insisted, running fingers through his hair. She pulled his face to hers, engulfing his lips in a needy kiss that was full of longing and forgiveness. Her arms tighten around his neck, the thought of ever letting go tightening like a vice over her heart. “You can back to me,” She reminded him, reminded herself, taking another kiss to wash away the bitter taste of betrayal. “You came back for me.”

“Take care of the body, I’ll pull up some water for both of us,” Desiree instructed, placing once last kiss upon his lips. She hesitated a moment before pulling away from the embrace, briefly scared he would be gone again if she let him out of her sights. But she pushed down the fear, and forced a smile, before making her way to the well to bring up some water.

It was night, but the air was still warm, pleasantly so, and the cool water felt good as it splashed against her thighs as she walked. Returning with some water, she managed to locate a rag that was clean enough to wash with and she began cleaning the blood form his hands and arms.

 

[Sanoci]

Just as the longing behind his guilt became unbearable, Desiree's benevolent lips severed the heartbreaking mantra of despair which slowly dissolved some level of self-loathing inflicting torment onto his soul. Velvety palms fixated their faces barely an inch apart, tears plotting for release through his strong visage constructed during his time battling the elements. Like that she ensnared his heart, a downpour of tears leaking amidst the forgiving gesture between lips. Starving off affections from belief he wasn't worthy, only briefly holding her though shaking from discomfort the moment adrenaline relinquished its revenge on the scavenger. Parting their lips, the task ahead warranted no instruction, realizing a carcass would do them no good.

Her reluctant rebellion after the kiss leaked of insecurities, forever branding a level of trauma he never mend regardless of his methods. A ghastly sight, he lugged the body outside, stripping it for contents within before leaving him bare. Hacking the body in multiple pieces took some effort, winded breaths escaping during this burdensome task. Blood sprayed, even some of his filth transferred onto Vas at the gruesome scene of dismemberment. Burial was more than he deserved, shunning that backbreaking exercise from his rickety grip onto the bloody machete. Finalizing things, Vas Xenos discarded his limbs and torso into oil drums, shutting them far away from either of them.

Kneeling near the shack where this vulture loomed over this deserted scrapyard, lonesome gazes occasionally linked up to Desiree. Cleansing the blood couldn't cleanse the filth harboring passed anything physical. Muttering a soft sentence scarcely heard, even the mercenary couldn't bring himself to converse in his disturbed state. " Sanctorium will protect you, I won't let myself hurt you anymore."

 

[Xanaphia]

“Sanctorium?” She whispered as he suggested it. “No. I can’t go back. I won’t go back. You made a mistake Vas, but you came back for me. We have to move forward. There is no other choice,” Desiree insisted, kissing him again, the tender embrace deepening as she need flood through her. Sighing and moaning into his mouth, she pressed her body against him, soft against hard, but the desperate longing was the same.

“Hold me.” She gasped as their lips parted, burying her head in his chest. Another kiss, quick and moist, breaking the seal of their lips with a wet plop. “Hold me tonight, don’t ever let me go again.” She lead Vas back inside, and made up the dead man’s bed for them. It wasn’t the silken sheets and firm mattress they had shared when he was still her bodyguard, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it was him, and that he was there, and that they loved each other. She changed into a loose top, her full breasts free of her bra, and perky nipples poking out of the thin material, and cheeky panties, that hugged the firm globes of her ass.

She settled into bed next to him, kissing him, tangling her leg with his under the covers. She wasn’t sure she was up for anything else this evening, but she knew she needed Vas, no matter what.

 

[Sanoci]

Her contempt in the name of love miffed the bullet for hired, striving to keep her safe from the gritty elements that only corroded one's morals overtime, foreseeing death or complete corruption of a woman whom he only saw as a beacon of life among all the nihilism of the environment. Instincts bore from excessive self preservation crept up and polluted the purity of their relationship, her afflictive lips taunting him over her forgiveness over his opportunist reflex.

" Hold me "

He complied with damaged hands, gritting the pain as Vas ironically saw this fitting for punishment for even potential affection would be met with agony regardless of his pain threshold. Moving forward as she proposed was easier without the threat of danger to her well being, despite the berating he deserved followed the lovely angel of the wastes to the dwellings of Marrek. Alluring clothing full emphasized her divine curves, constriction within his pants growing amidst the self loathing suffocating, torturing him for positive thoughts of a better time. In a personal embrace he rubbed against her by accident, pressed on her ass accidentally while accepting her kisses with only minimal response to display he did not find her unappealing, instead more hesitance on his behalf. He firmly grappled her into a hug, abiding by her eagerness to keep themselves inseparable. " ............ I don't know if I will ever forgive myself, but know I will do my best to repay you. "

 

[Xanaphia]

It wasn’t long then for Desiree to fall asleep, after the stress of the day, finally returning to the warmth and comfort of Vas’ arms. It all weighed on her, to the point her eyelids felt heavy and consciousness a burden. Dreams didn’t get in the way of a few hours rest, but a true night’s sleep would remain elusive.

So she woke earlier the next morning, happy that Vas was still there, still holding her as she had asked the night before. He hadn’t tried anything with her, despite the erect she felt pressed into her ass. Guilt she assumed. It was probably a good thing, She didn’t want to have sex again, not after Marrek had used her, and Vas let it happen, but she wasn’t sure she had the heart to say no to Vas. And worse, what if he didn’t take no? After the grief he displayed at betraying her, she wasn’t sure she had to worry about that, but the fact remained that he did betray her in the first place. Perhaps the man she loved was capable for more than she could have imagined.

So they loaded up the car, pilfering what they could from Marrek’s shop. Several weapons and boxes of ammo, which was quite valuable currency here in the wastes. Despite what it had done to their relationship, they made out quite well from the scavenger. She could only hope there wouldn’t be anymore obstacles between them and their new beginning in the civilized lands.

 

[Sanoci]

Postponement into the morning felt onerous, mind shuffling through the abhorrent turnabout of her face smeared by an abundant stream of tears enhancing her visage of sorrow encumbering her empathy, uprooting her innocence, and inflicting internal wounds of the heart which would always fester no matter his attempts. Sexual inhibitions were strong despite biological urges protesting based on instincts and past experiences. Facing away lessened the guilt visualized by her face, however simply knowing her fragile state and the betrayal he generated from already treating her body like public property asserted indomitable willpower unlike the degenerates whom would ravish her indiscriminately. Desiree separated herself, noted in the process of waking up with fatigue settled in by immeasurable stress and guilt devouring his subconscious.

Salvaging this scrapyard wielded a more valuable outcome than either would probably care to admit thanks mostly to the contemptible desperation that left their relationship facing a multitude of questions and doubt. Whether or not they would had wandered here became theoretical, making off with a hefty footlocker filled with a large volume of 12 gauge shells with a marvelous customized Double-barrel shotgun. A heavier frame receiver to dish out a stronger shot, long barrel to extend range at the cost to spread and lastly most odd a blade of sorts attached above the barrel for melee capabilities. This perked the mercenary up until confronting Desiree again. That excitement died, bringing it all into the vehicle which was modified after the devastation of the crash. Resting his foot at the ignition, Vas Xenos nonchalantly took a last glance at the scrapyard, forever a location associated with the pain suffered out of weakness as they drove off.

Retaliating against time suspended by what would be reflected as the last moment of solace even meant in endearment as silence was met. Concentrating heavily on the dirt road, hope was extended in the stroke of luck which might grace them upon a barter town like Sanctorium in all likelihood a pipe dream knowing the influence and mere presence of that settlement by an opportunistic bastard like Bruno Parish. In addition, Vas incurred his eternal wrath by how he would label kidnapping his precious daughter, vigilant in his driving to evade the most apparent directions he would be seen traversing. Taking a gander, he brokered some semblance of tranquility by addressing Desiree the first time in approximately three hours this day barring a few choice comments within the second day in a row moving ahead, hoping this significant statement helped.

"Escaping this region will not be easy and its apparent no matter what I feel you won't abandon me. So I dare ask, what might you wish to do? I am wanted in a few areas, not to mention we will wraggling this bitch for maybe a few more hours nonstop. Know of any places ? "


Asked amidst the travel, Vas hardly found any other appropriate times to have a conversation with this gorgeous woman. Terrain felt practically interchangeable, drafting into a state of composure akin to guard duty in the epicenter of a campground. He counted his bullets that radiation did not explode for where they lingered, fortunate the car made decent shelter with not exactly the most pleasing experience for sleeping. Add the tension and lack of sex, Vas felt overwhelmed like the cage she originally was confined to shrink and extended to himself. Hours washed away before a stop was necessity.

Tuckered from arduous driving with only minimal breaks to relieve waste and some occasional eating left a lot of anxiety building from requiring Desiree to keep herself aware of their surrounding where originally more relaxation was afforded or perhaps alluded before the incident as Vas now coined to not reopen wounds. Admittedly the night skies almost seem invigorating, camouflaged as long as light was finite. Coiling in the backseat next to Desiree, they embraced in a spoon to preserve heat with an efficient blanket pilfered from the remnants of Marrek's home. Gawking blankly at the stars and the moon, he hugged her, hoping things could be restored overtime.

" Nuclear fires and earthquakes will be damned before I ever allow you to be away from me again. I will be killed before causing you anymore heartbreak, just know this promise; okay? " , slighting her faith of the relationship previously left the man almost fantastical upon her protection with a level of aloofness that bordered closer to his original setting to his job in her home than the man who was bewildered, yet passionate about her. Every instinct told him to be romantic, but she was traumatized, essentially raped. Like each night, he held her tenderly with eyes refusing to meet. Atonement was protecting her, acknowledging maybe love can return, but never to this.

Beyond any doubt processing through his mind did he not immediately expect what he was witnessing, entities encircling the car by an imposing number. A manifestation of scrap metal, leather, and barbaric artistry helped forge a nightmarish scenario in his head. Dirtied, bloodied, and armed with a combination of bladed boomerangs, barbed wired spears, even a few projectile styled launchers probably with a skilled tinkerer within their ranks. Looming in the background with numbers close to two dozen was a raucous voice, gruff even for the mountainous man leading the pack with obsidian skin, copious scarification tattooed with a face masked in the dust of bones and ashes, redden hues staring at them.

" Well, well, well.... Fortune flavors the bold, hmmm maybe not flavor depending on the pickings..OLD FRIEND!!!"