After the Apocalypse

Book 3:

The Off-White Knight

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 1

 

I awoke to the smell of muffins.

What the hell? There hadn't been any muffins since World War Three broke out and killed most of the planet.

But I was definitely smelling muffins, blueberry muffins at that. I was also short one sexy slave girl in my bed. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I saw that Blondie was snoozing beside me, but my enthusiastic sex pet Tina was missing. Tina had decided that I was her hero or savior or whatever and attached herself to me. She was probably co-dependent but I didn't mind since it got me sex on demand and she was a lot of fun in bed. Blondie had joined us soon after Tina pledged herself to my service. Blondie had been a victim of my greed. I'd captured her and sold her to the Gettars for some gear. I had tried to convince myself she'd be better off with them but when the truth came out about what happened inside the Gettar compound I'd risked my own life to set her free. Soon enough she was revealed to have a submissive streak that needed a dominant hand to bring to the forefront. Now Blondie was my 'slave' because I'd 'forced her' to serve me. The veneer was tissue thin but it was enough to allow her psyche to embrace being with me.

As I pulled on a robe I wondered if the muffin smell was a result of Tina holding out on me or if Alexa had managed to figure out how to make fake blueberries. Alexa was a petite black girl who'd gotten the drop on Tina and Blondie and forced them to lead her to my lair which consisted of an 'off the grid' house that had power for electronics and appliances thanks to an array of solar panels on the A-frame roof and water from a deep well. In the aftermath of the apocalypse it was a little slice of heaven that I had to guard jealously from... well from everyone. Between the nukes, the bio weapons and the plague bombs, everything sucked out there. Admittedly the fighting had been far from where I lived at the time, but even so there were plenty of nasty people still trying to fuck the survivors over.

As I entered the kitchen, I found Tina grinning at me.

"Good morning master!" she squealed, "The muffins are almost ready!" When she saw the confused look on my groggy face she added, "I found a few packets of the mix during yesterday's hunting and wanted to surprise you."

"Well," I commented, "mission successful then."

Tina pranced her nude body over and hugged me. I kept the girls naked when we were at the house, partly because it helped reinforce their mindset as my harem and partly because I liked seeing naked girls flouncing around. Plus Alexa couldn't hide a weapon if she was nude.

Soon enough the smell brought the other two girls to the kitchen where we enjoyed muffins for breakfast.

As Alexa did the dishes, one of her assigned chores as our maid, I handed out my dictates for the day. "Blondie and I will make a scavenging run to the south along the highway toward the old township. Tina, you'll watch the house and Alexa. If she gives you any lip, feel free to use the gear on her."

Alexa stiffened at that, the petite black girl had spent the past month or so as my prisoner after she had captured my girls and tried to claim the house and my slaves as her own. She was a self confessed lesbian domme but after I'd turned the tables on her, she ended up spending her days in her own bondage gear and acting as my live-in maid. It was that or kill her, so we made a deal, she was free to leave anytime, but I'd have to kill her. Okay, it was a pretty one sided deal but that was the nature of things now. She was frustrated a lot of the time because I made her wear a chastity belt to deny her the opportunity to masturbate and my girls were under instructions preventing sexual contact between them and Alexa. Anytime she messed up or talked back to one of us, Alexa was punished, either with a spanking, cropping or with the TENS unit. The unit was an electrode-therapy device that was designed to help people with muscular problems, but if you turned it up it made a pretty good torture device. I normally handed out the punishments so that she wouldn't consider it 'fun'.

Tina slipped under the table, as she often did after breakfast and began licking my cock.

Once I was stiff she switched over to sucking me, her soft lips sliding along my shaft like she'd been born with my dick in her mouth, she worked my cock until I popped a load of jizz into her pie hole. Once she'd swallowed it all and licked me clean she climbed into my lap.

"I have to make sure my heroic master will have a clear head." Tina giggled, "Two of them in fact."

Blondie and I loaded our weapons and equipment for a day of scrounging, taking a few tools and some bear jerky along with a couple cans of kiddie pasta in case we ran into the Law. That was what the gang of former cops and bikers called themselves, they patrolled the highways and charged 'road taxes' from people that used them. Of the three large and organized factions in this area, the Law was the fairest when it came to extortion. The less you had, the less they took. The Mallers, named because they had taken over the big shopping mall were the worst. They pretty much treated women as nameless sex slaves, not in the caring way I did, mind you, and dabbled in cannibalism. The more violent, and male populated gangs traded with the Mallers and didn't ask what the meat of the day was if they were smart. The Gettars rounded out the axis of fuckery in the area, named for the broken sign in front of what had once been a big box store distribution center. The Gettars bought and sold goods, exchanging promotional 'T-bills' for stuff you brought them which you could then use to purchase the goods they had for sale. On the surface the Gettars were professional and fair traders, but behind those cinder block walls the people in charge were trying to create their own little society where men would rule and women would be uneducated sex toys.

I'd sold Blondie to them several months before, when I still thought that the Gettars were decent people who paid to get women into a safe place. Then I found out otherwise, got shot a couple of times, and traded to get her back. She hadn't been happy about the whole ordeal but eventually she got over it and even decided to stay with me and Tina.

Tina had been the linchpin of turning me from just another callous scavenger back into a human being. She'd dragged me into a firefight to rescue her friends and family and then swore to be my slave as payment. I hadn't wanted her, but she gave me some crap about owing me a debt and insisting on staying with me. It didn't hurt that I had the house and our relationship had blossomed in a weird way as she threw herself at me. Her happiness with me was what prompted Blondie to join her as my property. The pair liked using terms like 'sex slave' and 'master' but the truth was it was all voluntary and they were free to leave at any time and unlike Alexa, I'd actually let them go.

 

Blondie and I pedaled the bicycles along the highway when we encountered some members of the Law, they must have been new recruits or out of favor since they were on morning patrol.

"Hey you two." one of them called out as we rode by their small campfire at the back of a semi trailer.

We stopped and his partner, a burly woman in a leather 'outlaw' jacket approached us. She looked irritated, probably because she had to leave the warmth of their campfire, and gave us the once over before asking, "What ya got in the wagon?"

"Lunch." Blondie told her. Pulling away a blanket to reveal the canned goods.

The Law girl cursed, then pulled out a card and initialed it before taking the cans and the blanket. "We got breakfast, if you got a pot it will even be hot." she told her companion as she wrapped the blanket around herself and stepped back to the fire.

My ruse had worked. By getting taxed on the way out, we were now immune to being taxed on the way back as long as we returned the same day. The Law had few rules but limiting themselves one taxing a day per person was a big one.

We were now free to scavenge.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

As Blondie and I approached the deserted town, we slowed and then stopped. Pulling out my binoculars I scanned the area. There hadn't been much here before the war, the larger city nearby had drained away most of the population who wanted the conveniences of a small city over a simple town, even if it meant higher taxes. The main strip was a string of specialty shops, two gas stations which sat across from each other, the town hall, police department and firehouse. Ivy and other greenery was everywhere as the land worked to take over the buildings.

"Okay," I said to Blondie after a few minutes of observing, "be careful when entering a structure that is covered in vines, those will make good dens for animals and could weaken the walls. We'll start by checking the police and fire buildings, those gas stations and shops look pretty picked over already."

I lead the way as we rode down the main street, dodging broken glass that spread from storefronts that had been stripped of the obvious goods long ago. Stores had gotten hit pretty quick when everything went to hell and these days you were lucky to find one that hadn't been looted, it's why I preferred the less obvious places. Entering the police station, I looked like somebody had opened all the doors to the holding cells. It had probably been some softhearted cop who didn't want to leave the prisoners to starve. Apart from the main entry and the cells, the doors were all closed and locked. Dusty key-card scanners that had lost power long before sat silently by doorknobs. I skipped the armory since it was sure to ave been emptied and would have the heaviest security. Instead I went for the evidence room.

Blondie kept watch as I slowly used my pry-bar to force the door open with a loud crack as the wood gave way. Inside were lock boxes that were simple enough to open and yielded a few useful items like pocket knives, lip balm, and some condoms. There were also useless things like old dollar bills, coins and car keys. There were clothes as well but nothing that would fit me or my women so I left them there.

Moving on to the offices I went down the line, popping the locks and giving each of them a good once over. These yielded a few bottles of liquor in various stages of being emptied, but they went into the small wagon, along with a couple of back-up weapons and boxes of bullets I found stashed in desks. I found a nice warm police jacket that fit me well enough and added it to my wardrobe, tossing my old jacket in the wagon.

"Where to next, officer?" Blondie asked with a smirk when we'd gone through the handful of offices.

"Break room." I said pointing at the sign over the door. As expected the contents of the fridge were gone but the snack machines still stood. A few minutes of work yielded several dozen cans of soda, juice and snacks.

"Not bad." Blondie commented as she munched on sour-cream and onion flavored chips. "A tad stale though."

We headed over to the firehouse next and broke locks to access more snack machines and lockers. By the time we were done we had a nice haul of junk food and canned drinks along with a good fire extinguisher and some clothes.

As we exited the firehouse I spotted a man and a woman looking over our bikes and the contents of the wagon. The man was close to six feet in height and had a wiry build to him. He had a wooden hockey stick on his back and a machete hanging from his belt. I didn't see a gun but he might have one in the back of his waistband like Blondie and I carried ours. The woman beside him barely qualified as such. She was small, looked Asian and malnourished. The girl might have been eighteen or twenty but it was hard to tell due to her size and the bruises on her face and arms. While the man wore winter clothing, his companion was dressed in a thin shirt, short dress and sneakers. She also wore a dog collar locked around her neck with a leash chain stretching to the man's left hand.

Holding his hands up to show he was unarmed, the man said, "Hey pal, I was just looking. Me and Suki been on the road all day and those snacks look mighty good right now." His voice sounded like he was trying to sound friendly but hadn't had much practice lately.

"We cleaned out the vending machines in the fire and police stations." I said. "Go ahead and have a couple, you look hungry. Especially her."

The guy chuckled as he helped himself to a chocolate bar while handing the girl a packet of trail mix which he told her to eat. She tore it open and poured a mouthful into her hand and ate it. I noticed the stranger gave her a bottle of water and took a soda for himself. Between bites he said, "My name's Barkley, nice looking girl ya got there, she a free range girl or was she with you before?"

Knowing he misconstrued Blondie's lack of obvious weapon as a sign that she was property, I played along to see where he was going.

"I found her late last year, took her home with me and made her my little sex doll." I said. "She cleaned up pretty nice."

After slugging back the rest of the drink, Barkley leered at Blondie. "Cool, I bagged this one a few days after the shit went down and taught her the new facts of life. She's a good lay but I'm getting bored with her after a year. You fancy a short term swap? You get my Suki and I get your slut for say half an hour? If ya knock her up I won't mind, I'm on my way to sell her to the Gettars anyway, hell they might even pay more if she's preggers."

"How do I know you're clean?" I asked.

"Ya don't." Barkley chuckled, "Suki isn't carrying anything and she was a virgin when I caught her. So I'm pretty sure I'm clean, how about you?"

"No STDs here." I said smacking Blondie on the butt, "But how do I know you won't try and smack me with that stick or blade when I'm balls deep in Suki?"

Barkley smiled broadly, "No problem, you put your rifle in the middle of the road, I'll put my machete and stick there too. We trade off the fucktoys and have a change of pace, then we go our separate ways."

I kept my hand behind Blondie's back, tapping her spine once and the butt of her pistol twice. She responded with a nod so slight it wouldn't look like an affirmative response to anyone not looking closely at her. Smiling back at Barkley, I stepped toward the middle of the road. He released his hold on his slave girl's leash before he followed and unhooked the leather strap holding his machete. Letting it drop slowly to the pavement, he gestured at me. I un-slung my rifle and did the same. As he pulled the hockey stick off his back he suddenly lunged at my head before a shot rang out.

Barkley's body jerked to the side and his swing missed me by several feet as he hit the street with a hole in the side of his chest that gushed blood.

Blondie held her gun on him as he tried to say something before he died but her shot had been excellent and all he could do was gurgle in pain.

Looking over to Suki, I said, "Relax, we're not like him."

Suki just looked at Barkley as the light went out of his eyes, then she turned to me, "You new owner, yes? Suki do whatever owner say. No hurt Suki."

I sighed. "Damn it no, I don't want another girl."

Suki looked scared now, "You sell Suki then? Please no, owner, Suki, make you happy, Suki good cocksucker, it why me named Suki."

Blondie stepped over to the girl. "Is this some kind of act?"

Suki shook her head, "Barkley teach Suki how to be good chink whore. Suki speak chink, Suki suck and fuck for owner. Otherwise owner hurt Suki."

Retrieving my gun and adding Barkley's machete to our loot I asked the small girl, "What's your real name?"

She shook her head, "Name Suki Suki Five-Dolla. Owner say that name forever."

"Now I wish your shot hadn't been quite so good." I told Blondie. "His death should have hurt more."

"No argument from me," Blondie agreed, "but what are we doing with her? She seems pretty broken."

"We'll take her home." I said as I helped Suki into my old jacket, which was huge on her small frame. "We got a decent haul here, when we get close to my place we can blindfold her. Once she's healthy we can decide what to do with her."

"Suki be good girl for new owner, show owner good time." the Asian girl declared.

"Dammit." I muttered as we turned the bikes to head north again with another mouth to feed.