Wasteland Blues (Fabulam-Admissarius & Sketchyequine)

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Devil’s Roost was widely considered the most dangerous town east of the spine.

It had taken nearly the two hundred years since Dark Day to garner that reputation and the inhabitants were proud of the fact. No one remembered, let alone cared, how, why or exactly when the Great War had devastated the world. Not even the Freezies. Those Pre-Dark humans who had hidden themselves away in various underground Redoubts when the transmutation bombs began to fall.

That’s how quickly the world ended.

Over time, small pockets of what could be considered civilization began to spring up here and there. Bombed out buildings were repurposed. Crops were grown and harvested again. Mutated offshoots of cows and chickens provided meat but never enough to end the cannibalistic practices of some tribes.

Or maybe people just tasted that yummy. The tall lean scavenger known only as Six had no idea if that was the case. And hoped he never would.

What he did know from his years of traveling the wasteland was that the majority of the world was just that. Wasteland. Vast dead areas with little to no growth. Land littered with raiders, slavers, mutants, cannibals and deadly as fuck shit holes like Devil’s Roost.

That Six had been summoned to said shit hole by Alistair was of some concern. The gangster was bad news and Six had considered heading west instead answering the summons but the much lower radiation count here in the east appealed to him.

Besides the guy had sent messengers not assassins and as far as he knew Six had never crossed the Gangster. Then again he was the last of the Sixers, hence his handle. He wondered for a minute if Zee, Roman or that asshat Hogleg could have fucked with this guy before they were murdered.

No. Six knew exactly who had taken out his crew and most of them were dead now.

Alistair was an evil slaver bastard but at his core he was a business man. The gangster had a Job for him and Six was going to listen because he not only liked the rad count he needed the work. He would listen to the offer. Accept because nobody said no to Alistair and then decide if he would do the job or head for pastures with no fucking green at all.

Six slowly pulled his antique Colt Peacemakers from his holsters and handed them over to the body guard. The burly man patted him down, stopped at his boot and drew from a concealed sheath a small high-tech mono blade. Six shrugged. “Hell. I always forget about that fucking thing. You might should give me one more once over. All these cybernetics fuck with the long term memory.” He tapped his head.

That was mostly a lie. Most of what Six said was a lie. His memory was fine and his body wasn’t chock full of cybernetics as rumor might have it. He was enhanced though that grain was one of truth. Six was outfitted with a rare neural-net weave that elevated his speed and quickness. It made him dangerous in a fist fight and the grim fucking reaper with a pair of guns in his hands.

Slaver piece of shit or not. Alistair was smart to disarm him.

The bodyguard snarled and indeed patted Six down before pushing open the door to the most lavish, decadent room he had ever seen. Everything was all lush furs and rugs, hand crafted furniture, and man-sized Iron cages hanging from hooks. In them slaves in varying states of undress glowed dimly under the strands of colored lights strung in the air.

Six’s pokerface was in play. He scanned the room once. In it there were a mixture of slaves and slavers. A few local gang members and at least one other scavenger.

Six noticed what could only be a pre-dark Jacuzzi. At least that’s what he guessed it was since he had only heard about them. The giant tub of bubbling water contained a pair of men and women. The girls were relaxing, engaged in an overt display of slow, sensual kissing. One of the males was bound and gagged, bent over the edge of the Jacuzzi and being fucked in the ass hard by a guy so muscled up he may have been a mutant.

The scan was smooth and quick and when it was done Six set his eyes firmly on Alistairs. “Nice place.” Six gestured at a naked slave girl who was on all fours serving as a foot stool for the slick haired dark eyed gangster. “You decorate yer self?” Six asked with a grin that looked genuine.

Alistair chuckled. “They said you were funny.”

Six brushed back his shaggy brown hair. He didn’t like the slaver even a little bit but he flashed the man a crooked smile nonetheless. “I just try to entertain me.” His casual gaze moved to a woman with sharp alert eyes. Six gave her a polite nod as he continued to speak. “But I’m guessin you didn’t invite me here so I could practice my comedy routine.”

Six had managed to move his attention from the woman to Alistair but it was difficult. She was attractive sure but more than that. She seemed familiar. Which might not be a bad thing but in Six’s experience it usually was.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Just like in the olden days, every gang had a rival group. And in every rival group there was a higher price on some heads than others. Those that had a higher price on their heads had to tread around the world a little lighter than those that flew beneath the radar of their rivals. However, no matter how lightly you tread, it always seemed like the enemy would find the target on your back eventually. That was always a very unlucky day for the person involved. It usually marked death day and, depending on how sadistic the bastards were, that could either be quick and easy or a quite terrible way to go. Most hoped for the quick and easy route. For Fennec, however, it didn’t seem as though that was going to be the case.

They had found her during one of her stake out jobs, shoved a cloth over her mouth and nose, and it was lights out from there. Logically, it would make sense if the little woman was never allowed to wake up from that ordeal. She was a wanted woman by many vengeful ganglords, mutants and even ex lovers. The price on her head was quite high and some even offered a bounty in exchange for her pelt, but up until very recently she had evaded them all. And in the past those that had managed to track her down agreed to strike a bargain with the blonde tramp: whether it be for goods or a damn good time. It did not matter to Fennec. Any trade was worth it if it meant keeping her life another day to smuggle and get rich. Unfortunately, all luck had to run out someday.

She was an attractive young lass. Born and raised in the gang lifestyle she had become quite good at her work: taking what she wanted and taking out anyone who got in her way. Standing at a mere 4’11” she hardly appeared a threat with her dirty blonde layered hair and her sparkly green eyes. She was a temptation to men, women, and mutants alike, but she had yet to let any tame her beyond maybe a handful of romps on her terms. She wasn’t exactly the dating or relationship type, much against the wishes of some of her old fucks. What could she say? Fennec just had a way of drawing them back in. It was a blessing and a curse. All in all she was small, sly, tricky, and smart just like the ancient desert dweller she had been named after. How fitting.

Fennec huffed as she was lead into some fucking place with a damned sack over her head. If they were trying to intimidate her it wasn’t working. Instead she was just annoyed that she kept stumbling and scuffing her shiny, black combat boots. If she did get out of this mess she would look like a heathen with such abused shoes on her tiny feet. What was the point of having retinal enhancements is she wasn’t going to be allowed to see? Asinine. Luckily her cochlear modifications were still of some use. The music, moaning, and bubbling sounds kissing at her super sensitive ears were enough to tell her exactly where she was. Fennec has, after all, only ever known one man with a jacuzzi: Alistair. The asshole.

She played nice as they lead her through his security and into the main building, only grunting in annoyance every once and awhile. Alistair and Fennec had had plenty of run ins before, and she knew quite well that he didn’t take all too kindly to her shit. Luckily, however, he always resorted to some sort of punishment for her acts against him rather than murder, always claiming she was too pretty to just waste like that. Fennec herself had had a few experiences with binds and mutant cocks. Once the bag was lifted from her head she related quite heavily with the unfortunate man getting fucked tonight, but instead of showing much sympathy she just snorted. He would get over it.

“Alistair, baby…” She began with a thick northeastern accent that had been passed down through her pops gang from the freezies. She walked towards him on her own now even with her hands still tied behind her back, and brushed past the lean stranger already speaking with the man to face the ganglord. “What could I have possibly done to piss ya off this time, chap? I swears I haven’t been on your turf or killed any of your guys. Fucked em, sure, but that was never off limits. ‘Member boss? This all must be a misunderstanding. Ya got the wrong gal this go around!” She pleaded her case as her eyes wandered the room.

Not much had changed since the last time she had been here.

“C’mon boss. I’m still sore from the last time you got mad at me. It’s not just the muscles on those mutants that makes big, of ya know what I’m sayin’.” She gave the powerful man a wink before taking a step back and shrugging her shoulders. She was young, in her early to mid twenties of time still worked like it once did, but no one really celebrated birthdays anymore, and the years were so long now that it would be the same even if they did. Fennec was still, arguably, too young to be caught up in this much mischief. And she was especially too young to have had more than one run in with Alistair’s goons. What the hell was this girl up to? No one really seemed to know.

Fennec looked over her shoulder and the man just a few paces behind her and she nodded her head at him. “Heya there, handsome. You piss off the big cat too? I hope you have a stretchy asshole.” She smirked, chuckling to herself. He was certainly a good looking scavenger, but being here and not being a part of Alistair’s group never meant anything good. He might not be handsome for much longer to say the least. Fennec was just glad sge got to take a peek at him before the gang boss had him ruined.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

“Stretchy?” Six narrowed his hazel eyes at her and smirked. “Now where would the fun be in that?” There was a crooked grin and quick wink.

He resisted the urge to check out Fennec allowing himself nothing more than the same casual attention he had allowed for every individual in the room. However Six processed things quicker than most and his cursory appraisal led him to decide two things about Fennec.

First, he couldn’t stand that god damn accent. He had no fucking clue where she had got it from, but he hoped the rest of the assholes there got nuked when the bombs fell. Second? Fennec was scorching hot. Like ground zero he could totally get past the accent hot.

Those two deductions combined with his relative certainty Alistair invited him for a job and not a mutant sized ass fucking led Six to determine the pint-sized hottie had some bad ass skills. Skills that made her more useful earning for the crime lord out in the wasteland than here as part of his fucked-up harem.

As if to verify Six's thought Alistair finished his long lustful admiration of Fennec, smiled at her with wickedly fond memories and said. "No. I have exactly the right girl."

Six watched as Alistair removed his feet from the back of his human coffee table, stand and place his wine glass down on the ample curve of his slave’s ass. The girl trembled ever so slightly, and Alistair responded to the slight break in discipline with a tisking sound that brought both fear and tears to coffee table girls eyes. “Angel. Correct you sister for me. Would you dear.” Alistair was looking at Fennec and Six when he spoke but not speaking to them. A girl, tall and slender, younger than even Fennec, trembled as she picked up a short handled multi tailed whip and moved to her sister stammering. “Y.. yes master.”

There were more tears in her eyes than her siblings as she lifted the whip. Alistair raised his hand to stop the girl. “Not her ass. You might spill my drink. One hard lash to her cunt angel, two more if a single drop spills and ten if the glass falls over.”

Alistair smiled, sharing his gaze evenly with Fennec and Six. His eyes said “See what I can do? What ever the fuck I want.” It was right then and there that Six decided he would kill Alistair Crowley. Not then and there but when the time was right he would shoot this fucker’s nuts off and watch him bleed out. Not because of what he was doing to the girl. Little lie. But mostly because Six didn’t like being threatened. Big truth. And this entire set up was nothing more than a threat. “See what I can do?” Alistair was saying. “See what I can do if you cross me?”

“Don’t skimp.” The crime lord said aloud just before the girl brought the whip down hard. The sound of leather on sensitive flesh echoed. Only partially covered by the grunting and slapping sounds of the mutants hard punishing thrusts. Fortunately for the girls, after a dangerous wobble, the wine remained in the glass.

Six took note of the assholes that laughed when both girls began to sob and then laughed a liars laugh himself. “I’ll say this Mister Crowley. You’ve got some fuckin style.” Lie. But not even a predark lie detector test could have reviled it as such. That was the advantage of lying more than you ever offered truths. “Not to put a damper on the festivities.” Lie “But I’m eager to hear about this job you have for us.” Lie. “Least I’m guessin us.” Six glanced at Fennec.

Then after just the faintest pause, almost undetectable except perhaps by someone with razor sharp senses. Six continued. “I’m also guessin this has to do with the Spine?” In that little tick in time before he spoke the scavenger processed all the information he had from that initial recruitment in still water till now. He had an inkling and decided to play the card. He couldn’t show the gangster what he wanted to see. Fear. It just wasn’t in him. However what he could show the crime lord was how useful he could be. The Spine was the most dangerous place in the wasteland.

Alistair laughed. “People say you know the spine.” Six gave the man a crooked smile and faint nod. “Like the back of my fucking hand.” Lie. But only a little one because Six had made more than one foray into the spine… OK. So it was one foray but he didn’t fucking die during it which was akin to a modern apocalyptic miracle.

Alistair had a lead on a redoubt. Six was certain of it and his interest was peaked. There were rumors of redoubts hidden away in the spine, a place predark humans called the Appalachians, that to this day remained sealed. It’s vast treasures still waiting to be discovered. “A redoubt?” Six asked?

Alistair replied with a wicked smile and greedy eyes. “The redoubt.” He picked up his wine, took a long drink and smiled again with black eyes and red stained teeth. While he spoke his gaze raked slowly over Fennec's body. “The omega station. I've uncovered some reliable intelligence as to its location. I would like the two of you to seek it out for me."

Now. If a normal redoubt was like finding a buried pirate treasure the omega station was akin to uncovering the holy grail sitting on top of the ark of the covenant. What ever the fuck those things were. Six just knew all of them were progressively better predark treasures.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Fennec had to put forth a genuine effort not to roll her eyes at the comment of the stranger as she stood patiently with her hands folded while she rocked back and forth from toe to heal. She was a tough gal, but Alistair was one of the few who got under her skin just a bit. She was constantly getting in trouble with the brute, and he always had some sort of punishment for her as a result. It really was some sort of wonder that she hadn’t been forced into his sick harem yet. She knew she was pretty enough, and it wasn’t like Alistair hadn’t had a taste of her before. But he always let her go, and she was damned thankful for that. Sex was fun and all, but she wasn’t about to willingly become anyone’s damn coffee table. She was too free of a spirit for that.

With a sigh, Fennec nodded as he confirmed he wanted her and this was indeed no mistake. That meant he needed her to do a ob for him, something she hated even more than spreading her thighs for him. A job lasted a hell of a lot longer than the gang lord did in bed, that was for sure. She hated serving him altogether, but it was so much worse when he benefited from it with more than just an opportunity to bust his load. Helping his dirty business was more painful than pleasuring his dirty cock.

Fennec knew better than to react in the slightest when Alistair asserted his dominance over the girls. Though, deep down, she wished she could bury an arrows in his cold, dark heart. He wasn’t just using these girls for sex, he was emotionally torturing them until they broke. And then, as soon as they were too dull to be entertaining anymore, he would drop them and leave them to fend for themselves in the wasteland with a broken spirit. Most of his girls didn’t last long after he berid himself of them. They either killed themselves or cruel gangbangers would shoot them down. Every once and awhile the lucky ones, if you could call them that, would get scooped up by someone who liked the look of them and they would become sex puppets all over again. That wasn’t a life Fennec was going to live without one hell of a fight first.

Like many, Fennec wished that Alistair Crowley would drop dead. She would also love to be the one who pulled the trigger when the time came. However politics had always gotten in the way. Fennec would love to whip the man’s cunt just like he had had his slave girl endure, but she couldn’t or all hell would rain down on her own gang. The zookeepers, as they called themselves, were Fennec’s father’s gang of which she herself was a part. As of late, Alistair had been taking out the men one by one, but there was never any evidence left behind, so there was nothing to warrant a war against him in the opinions of the other local groups. Without a bigger army, Fennec’s father, Lion, stood no chance against Alistair’s numbers. So, for now, they had to stand back and behave until they could get someone to back them. It was infuriating to the pint-sized hottie. Especially since Alistair called on her to work for him regularly over the past few months.

After the whip came down, Fennec quirked a brow, but she didnt laugh. Seeing the stranger beside her laugh informed her that she certainly wasn’t going to like his company, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to spread her legs for a pig-headed bigot like him. It was a shame. Having a hot lay like him alongside her might have made the mission more bearable. Even so, she listened to the conversation between the stranger and Alistair Crowley. Noting in her head that this scavenger was also a compulsive liar. No one knew the spine well. If they did? They’d be a fucking legend not just some guy that Fennec had never heard of.

“C’mon, mister Crowley! You’re sending us into a death trap. And fer’ what? A few ancient artifacts? That’s a fuckin’ waste of flesh and blood and you know it. If ya wanted me dead there are way better ways of takin’ care of me than this.” She complained, crossing her arms over her chest like a bratty child. It was all an act, of course. Fennec had all the sass of a sixteen year old bitch on a cheerleading squad before the freezies, but she was a smart one too. She knew it was better to play dumb than for anyone to know just how good she was.

“Well fine, pops. If you’re gon’ send us into the fuckin’ mountains you better have a good reward for us! What the hell are we even supposed to bring you back? If ya haven’t noticed I’m small. I’m no good for carrying you back a second hot tub, okay boss?” Fennec flicked her hair over her shoulder, smirking as it hit the scavenger beside her directly in the face. Served him right for being an asshole. “Is there some ancient jewelry in there for me or somethin’? I bet i’d look real nice in rubies. Imagine how nice I’d look in only a gemstone necklace, Ali baby.” She gave him a wink, and it was obviously the vision flashed in his head. Fennec certainly looked good wearing next to nothing.