Part One - Trouble on the Ride
The guttural cries of the motorcycles damaged muffler ricocheted off the start mountain faces and back into Violet’s ears. As dusk turned to night, her sharp eyes scanned the horizon for electric lights. She knew not many outposts still operated this far North of Atlanta, the only major trade hub in the region. There, maybe two miles ahead, nestled in a flat area part way up the next mountain she spotted the inviting yellow glow of streetlights. She knew the place and didn’t like it. Revving the engine hard she pushed the bike almost to its breaking point. The engine shook between her legs gasping for air and fuel.
“Shit.” Violet cursed at the bike. “Nothing good ever happens in Old’Nooga.” She reached under the seat and flicked the key off. The bike’s headlights immediately went dark and the engine quit just in time for her to coast undetected past dozing perimeter guard. Fortunately, for Violet entry checkpoint sat unmanned and the gate stood open. With the bike’s gas gauge reading below E, she knew it would be difficult if not impossible to start without a fill-up. Using up the last bit of momentum she rolled to a stop in front of a grime covered fuel dispenser.
A balding fat man with shifty eyes, a full beard, and soot-stained clothes approached her from the side of the pay station. “What the hell are you doing here?” He gruffly bellowed.
Violet pulled the keys from the ignition and flung them at the man. Then she took her helmet off and shook her hair loose. Long curly locks of fire red hair came to rest on her shoulders. She puckered her ruby read lips and smiled. “Fill’er up, then bring it over to the bar
when you’re done.” She knew her looks had power. No one ever told her no, at least no man ever did. Since she learned how to put on lipstick and wear a push-up bra, she’d been unstoppable.
“Get out of my gas station you demon. Your sorcery is not good here.” The fat man shouted back rubbing a wooden crucifix Violet noticed under his jacket, he raised his hand to throw the keys back.
Violet shook her head, and muttered “Tennessee Jezites.” This man belonged to a small group of devout followers of the old ways. From stories, she knew he loved his god more than life itself and he hated women even more than that. “Time for plan B,” She said as she swept her hair to one side and pulled her collar off her shoulder revealing a tattoo on her left shoulder blade.
All of the color ran out of his face and he took a sharp breath. “Yes ma’am.” he nodded quickly and looked away. “I’ll even top off the oil and tires for you as well. Ma’am”
“Good boy.” She patted him on the shoulder, kissed his cheek, and walked past. He stood as still as he could whimpering and shaking in fear.
A few steps later Violet kicked the bar door open it slammed into the window making a brain rattling crack. All the patrons in the bar looked up at her. With long fluid steps, she made her way across the room scanning the faces and clothing so something interesting, something of value. She spotted a man seated alone on the last bar stool in the row. He swept his dirty blonde hair out of his face and downed a shot. The four solid red stripes on his jacket told of his occupation and rank. She adjusted the zipper on her leather corset up a couple of notches
attempting to look less desperate and sultrier and slid onto the stool next to him.
“Barkeep.” She pointed at the mouse of a man behind the counter. “Another round, if you please.”
“What are you having?” The Barkeeper replied.
“Same as the captain,” She put her leg on the man’s leg.”
The barkeep nodded and turned back to the wall of liquor bottles.
“May I call you captain?” she asked biting her lip. She leaned over and whispered in his ear “or would you prefer I call you daddy?” She could feel the muscles in his leg tighten up when she said the second part. She ran a hand over her hair showing some kind of thin watch on her arm.
He let out a grunt. “Why would you call me that?” He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes trying not to appear interested.
The barkeeper slid two shots in front of her. “That’ll be twelve miss.”
“Put it on my tab,” the captain said grabbing one of the shots.
Violet grabbed the other and downed it in one gulp. “Why don’t we find out?” She pressed her luscious lips to his and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
The captain drank his shot and slid a card across the table. “Settle that up Mike, I’ll be back.” He looked Violet over quickly and smiled. “Before we go back to my room what’s your name? He asked her.
“Vie.” She said, “but you can call me whatever you want daddy.” She stepped in close and rubbed her hips against his pants.
Moments later he slammed the door to his room closed and bolted it. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her again. He reached up and grabbed the zipper on her corset.
She pushed him so hard he fell over onto the bed. She reached up and halfway unzipped it herself. “Patience daddy.” She said leaning over him dragging her barely concealed breasts over his chest. She nibbled through his shirt as she moved down. When her face reached his pants, she was kneeling on the floor. She rubbed him through his pants. “Mmm.” She said slowly unzipping his pants. Once they were fully unzipped and unbuttoned, Violet gently lifted his hard massive cock in her hands. She licked the tip slowly then kissed it. “So big daddy.” She put a little more of it in her mouth. She rubbed the shaft gently. “I don’t know if it will fit.” Quickly she put the tip in her mouth again and dropped her head. She swallowed his entire cock. She choked a little as it hit the back of her throat. She rubbed his balls with one hand and touched his ass with the other.
After bouncing up and down with his dick in her mouth she felt him start to breath deep, his legs and ass tensed up. She pulled her mouth off and twisted his balls a little. “Not yet daddy.” She unzipped her corset the rest of the way and let it drop to the floor. Revealing her perfect white semi-spherical breasts, so pale they looked like they had never seen daylight before. She ran her fingers over her nipples and tugged on them. “I need you to fuck me.” She pulled his pants the rest of the way down and put her mouth over his cock again. She felt him grab her by the hair and pull up hard. His wet cock slapped her in the face as he stood up.
“Pants off, Now!” he demanded. Releasing her hair. He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her onto the bed. She reached to undo her jeans but he didn’t wait. He grabbed her belt and yanked the pants completely off, leaving her completely naked on the bed except for socks.
“Be gentle, please.” She looked at him through big round sad eyes. “Don’t hurt me, it’s my first time.” She said.
He knew she was lying no one was accidentally that good at sucking dick. However, he didn't care; pussy was hard to come by these days, especially hot and willing pussy. Grabbing her by the ankles, he lifted her legs and spread them apart. He gently pressed his cock against her, putting pressure on her pussy but not penetrating. She moaned and gripped the bed.
“Please” she begged.
He cupped her butt cheeks in his hands pulled her close and thrust hard and deep. He felt her back arch as he went all the way in.
“Oh, god.” she gasped hiding her face in the hotel pillow flailing her arms around trying to get a good grip on the bed. He was so big and so hard, she didn’t know if she could handle him. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her repeatedly. His rhythm, hard and fast in, slow and gentle out. “Yes!” She screamed “More, Harder.” She demanded.
He pulled her into himself burying his dick as deep as he could inside her. “You better be ready to cum, because I’m about to.” He said.
“No daddy not yet,” she whined pushing against him. “You have to fuck me doggy style
first.”
“I can’t hold it.” He said.
She sat up and punched him squarely in the chest. “Hold it for me.”
He coughed she got him good. “You shouldn’t have done that, you little bitch.” He growled coming at her again. “Get on your knees.”
“Punish me, daddy I’ve been bad.” She fake cried into the pillow as she pushed her ass toward him.
He grabbed her hips and pushed himself inside. Damn, she had the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever had. He didn’t know how long he would be able to hold off, but he didn’t want it to end. He grabbed her hair into a bundle and pulled hard. She arched her back and let out a cry. At that moment, he saw the tattoo on her shoulder. He let go and pushed her away.
“What’s wrong daddy?” She rolled over and pouted at him.
“You’re part of Three rings. Get out of here before I kill you.”
“What do you mean daddy?” She asked rubbing a nipple with one hand.
“I recognize that tattoo.” He grumbled.
“Oh, that old thing. I got it before all this fighting started.” She started to rub her clit with her other hand and moaned. “It was for me and my best friends.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh fuck me, daddy. “ She said. “I don’t even know what three rings are.”
He smiled, his dick got hard again watching her finger herself. He wanted to believe her,
but he knew better. Everyone around here knows three rings.
“I’m almost ready daddy.” She moaned. “Come lay down and let me ride you.” She gasped. “I’ll leave after if you want me too. Please, just cum in me.”
He grabbed her face in his hands. “You better be glad you are so damn pretty.” He laid back on the bed. “If I find out you are lying I’ll kill you.” He chuckled as she put her knees over his chest.
She slowly slid down over his cock. “Oh yes. You feel so good,” she said starting to raise up. “I wish I could fuck you every night.” She bounced back down. He reached up and grabbed her tits. “Fuck yeah, cum in me.”
“I can’t hold it.” He said pushing his pelvis upward and closed his eyes.
She ran her tongue around in her mouth and found a small glass ball. As she felt him release inside her she bit down on it and broke it release the poison it contained. Then she leaned down and kissed him letting the ball drop into his mouth. The glass cut her lip a little so she also bled into his mouth.
The poison and blood mixed as they ran down his throat. His eyes popped open filled with terror. Foam started pouring from his lips. She grabbed his shirt and covered his mouth. “Shhh daddy, it’s ok. Just go to sleep.” She started humming a lullaby. He fought for a moment, but he couldn’t even push her off him. His body fell limp as he drew his last breath. Naked and panting she watched the light in his eyes go out. “At least you died happy, you piece of shit.” She stood up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
In the bathroom, she found a few containers of soap and shampoo. She twisted the show on. After a few seconds, the bathroom filled with steam. “Bonus, hot shower.” She got in and lathered up her body. Her body tingled more from the shower than it had from the sex. “It’s been too long.” She sighed rubbing soap into a washcloth. She rubbed her breasts gently. Then she ran her fingers between her legs cleaning all the leftover man out of her. “Fuck this feels good.” She said. All too soon the hot water started running out.
She turned the shower off and dried herself off. Her hair always took forever to dry but she didn’t have that long to waste. Someone would come looking for his or her leader sooner than later. Quickly she braided her hair up into pigtails. She found one of the captain’s old hats and placed it on her head tucking the braids underneath. She pulled her pants back on.
Rifling through his pockets and nightstand for anything useful she found a .22 caliber single shot pistol and a fat roll of 100 notes. “Jack Offerman, Captain first class.” She said. “More like a total dipshit.” She tossed the ID onto his cold dead chest.
While flirting with him in the bar she’d taken a liking to his leather jacket, so she put that on too. Gently pulling the door closed she blew Jack a kiss. “Thanks for the good time.”
Keeping her head down she shuffled back into the bar and took a seat where Jack had been sitting before. “Hey Mike, can I get my credit chip back?”
Mike the barkeep slid the carb back to her. “One of the road?” He asked half interested.
Violet grabbed the card, shook her and pointed two fingers at her hat as a bar salute. Back outside she found the bike fueled up and ready to go. She swung her leg over and started the engine. She ditched the baseball cap in the saddlebag and put on her helmet. Kicking it into
gear, she twisted the gas. The bike cut a deep groove in the gravel as it fishtailed out of the parking lot.
As she passed the outpost shack again she could see the red alarm light blinking, indicating inside the base was wrong and all travelers needed to be vetted again. “That worked out better than I expected.” She smiled to herself. At that moment, the bike engine coughed and locked up. She reached for the clutch, but not quickly enough, the bike wobbled back and forth and leaned over as it slowed down eventually coming to rest on its side. “Fuck,” Violet grunted, her right leg still pinned under the bike. She started to lift the bike when over her head someone shouted.
“You there!” The crash must have woken the guard. “Don’t move.” She could hear the man clanging down the ladder still half-asleep.
She struggled to free her leg from under the bike. Finally, she yanked her foot free leaving her boot crushed under the bike. “Don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything.” She cried out. “You can take pictures, tell all your friends.” She frowned at herself for the last part. That’s the last thing she needed, photographic evidence. With a groan and a thud, the guard landed. Free from the crash Violet attempted to stand up and face her assailant, maybe sweetened the deal with a little cleavage. Her injured leg buckled underneath her and she fell back down to the ground.
One hand on a large flashlight and the other on a wooden crucifix around his neck the guard cautiously approached. “Don’t move.” He said in a shaky voice.
“Where do they get these impossible to seduce guards?” She muttered. Grabbing her leg, she shouted. “I’m hurt.”
“Don’t try that trick with me. I know who you really are.” He shouted she could hear his confidence growing.
“Oh, yea? Say my name, if you dare.” She challenged him.
“You are.” He began “The Shrieking Violet.”
BANG! A shot rang out. “Never call me that.” She growled shouted back at the guard. He took one more step the fell over onto the road with a splat, blood leaked from the hole in his head and onto the road. As gracefully, as she could Violet crawled over to the dead body to relieve him of his keys. She dipped a finger in the trail of blood on the ground then licked it. “Ahhh” she exhaled. “Taste so good.”
Then she dragged herself over to the first aid locker at the base of the outpost. Inside she found bandages and a splint; she wrapped her leg and kept looking. Near the back, she found an adrenaline shot and a package of morphine.
Letting out a big sigh of relief, she opened the packaging. She tossed the pills in her mouth and choked them down then she stabbed herself in the thigh with the adrenaline. She mouthed “Feels good” as the drugs began taking effect. It only took a moment for her heart to start fluttering and to forget about the leg pain. She walked back over to the fallen motorcycle and grabbed a messenger pack and the baseball cap from the saddle bag
Feeling light from the boost of energy Violet took off running down the side of the road. When she heard a vehicle coming, she stopped running and started waving. “By the sound of it, standard patrol jeep, two three guys tops.” She clenched her fist. “I can take more guys than that in bed.” She laughed at herself, the thought of more than three guys at the same time sounded hot
but it always turned out messy. “Should I take them out, or distract them and steal their truck?” she asked herself the latter sounded better, except for the fucked up leg. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to do either because the vehicle wasn’t slowing down.
She crouched to jump out of the way just as the breaks engaged and the vehicle stopped inches from hitting her. The heat of the lights warmed her face, the engine thumped angrily under the hood.
“Captain?” A young but stern voice shouted from the passenger side of the truck.
Violet cocked her head to the side trying to figure out why she had been addressed as captain.
“Are you Captain Offerman?” The voice asked. “We’re your security detail.”
“Yea, that’s me.” She nodded. In her head, Violet gave herself a massive fist pump.
The man quickly let himself out of the truck and came around to meet her. “Lieutenant Topher at your service.” he saluted. His hat tipped up to reveal a bit of white hair mixed in with the dark hair on his head. Not a lot, but Violet knew he’d been around. She didn’t see the outline of a crucifix under his shirt that made things easier.
“At ease. Topher,” she said and saluted back.
Topher turned and yelled at the truck driver. “Yet out here Basal, and salute your commanding officer.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” A younger man shouted as he pushed the door open.
“Sit down Basal.” Violet put her hand up. “Topher, can you get me out of here? My
leg’s banged up pretty bad.” She did her best to imitate the enlistee language she knew.
“Let’s get you back to Old’Nooga,” Topher replied.
“No, there's been a breach, barely made it out.” She said. She carefully limped to the back of the jeep. The morphine was starting to wear off and her leg throbbed.
Topher walked to the back of the jeep and opened the door for Violet. “Basal, Cowboy town.” He barked.
“But sir.” Basal protested. “Our orders were to return east?”
“Don’t question me Basal. I know where you sleep.”
Basal blushed. “Yes, sir.”
She sat down in the back seat and slid over. Then she patted the seat next to her. “Office Topher, won’t you join me.”
Topher started to turn away.
“That’s an order.” She said and smiled broadly.
“Yes, sir. I mean ma’am, I mean sir. I don’t really know.” He finally stuttered. “It is highly irregular to have a female commanding officer. “ He admitted as he climbed in.
“You’ll get used to being under a woman.” She put a delicate hand on his thigh and gripped.
Topher gasped. “Excuse me. I’m in a committed relationship.”
Basal blushed, his cheeks reflected bright red in the glow of the instrument console.
“If you tell me no one more time. I’ll have you court marshaled.” She spoke sternly to Topher.
“Yes’m” Topher nodded.
“Call me Sir, I insist.” Violet grabbed his junk between his legs and squeezed.
“Yes, sir,” Topher said.
His dick too limp to suck Violet started rubbing up and down playfully.
Topher grabbed her arm and looked down at her.
“Hands to your side, eyes on the road.” She whispered into his ear. His arm flopped down onto the seat between them, and he nodded.
His cock became more firm as he rubbed. Sometimes firm, sometimes gently. Topher shifted uneasily in the seat.
“That looks uncomfortable.” She whispered again into his ear. “Let me help you with that.” she grabbed his zipper and started pulling it down, slowly, painfully slowly, one click at a time.
Basal made eye contact with Topher through the mirror. “Everything ok back there?” He asked.
“Yes soldier, just drive,” Topher commanded.
By this time, Violet had removed the Lieutenant’s cock from his pants. She tickled the head with her fingers. Slowly rubbing down then back up. It jumped with every stroke. “Don’t
cum in my mouth.”
She whispered and leaned over taking his entire dick into her mouth in one gulp. She swished her tongue around it rapidly and bobbed up and down a little to stimulate the head against the back of her throat. He rested his hand on the back of her head. She continued licking and bouncing up and down. She reached up and started fondling his balls with one hand. He started to tug on her hair. Ignoring him, she continued. He tugged more urgently. She pulled her head up and released his wet dick flopped around; she grabbed it to keep him from getting hurt.
“I’m warning you, you’re not going to like what happens if you do that again.” She said then plunged forcefully back down onto his dick. He felt her chest flex as she choked a little when it hit the back of her throat.
He couldn’t hold it; he tapped on her back and pulled her hair again. The bit down and drug her teeth up his shaft. Unable to do anything he released in her mouth. His whole body shook as he silently orgasmed in the back seat of the truck. She sat up abruptly in the seat and glared at him. She opened her mouth to let him see his ejaculation between her teeth then she swallowed hard. “You owe me one.”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded.
She zipped up his pants. “Glad you understand.”
The highway seemed to go on forever in front of them. Being satisfied Topher nodded off quickly beside her in the backseat. Violet felt her eyes getting heavy. “Hey Basal, you good up there?”
“Yes, sir,” he said. “I have a chemical thing.” He pointed to his head and made a looping motion. “I don’t go to sleep unless I take my night-night pills.”
Violet chuckled at the words night-night pills. “That’s convenient for working in the dark.” She said.
“Until you go crazy.” He chuckled at himself. “I owe a lot to Topher. He found me living on the side of a mountain out of my mind because I hadn’t slept in months. He got me to a good shrink and set me up with this driver gig. I owe him a lot.”
“So you let him make you his bitch?” She asked.
“It’s not like that.” He blushed again. “I mean, maybe it looks like it from the outside, but I have needs too. I guess you could say it’s mutually beneficial.” He waved his fingers in the air making quote marks.
“Keep lying to yourself kid. That always works out.” She said. “At least ask him to blow you every once in while or something.”
Basal nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll tell him that came from you.”
Violet drifted off to sleep still smiling, glad she’d made a difference in this kid’s life. It made her feel good inside to do something nice, instead of the normal thing that usually left people dead. What could she do about it though? She had a thirst for sex and blood. When she got one, she needed the other even more.
Part Two – Leading a Horse to Water
Stretching her arms out and yawning Violet opened her eyes and looked around. A thin
blade of sunlight cut over the horizon and into her eyes. The jeep still puttering along the cracked and buckled roadway toward Cowboy town.
“Glad to see you this morning,” Topher said.
She glanced over to see him looking directly at her chest. His gaze made her feel uncomfortable; she instinctively covered her chest with her arms. At that moment her hands met her naked and erect nipples, she realized her leather corset had been unzipped and completely removed. She noticed it in a crumpled heap on top of her jacket on the floor between their feet. She grabbed the top and glared at Topher. “Asshole,” she muttered under her breath. She pulled the small article around her back and started to zip it.
Topher grabbed her breasts, lightly cupping one in each hand. “Here let me help.” He said.
“Get off my tits.” She slapped his hands away and quickly zipped her top all the way up.
“Gate approaching,” Basal called out from the front seat.
Bowing his head Topher looked at Violet again. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“Damn straight.” She said with a nod.
He turned to face the window and pulled his knee up to his chest. Then in an unexpected flash of a motion, he kicked her in the center of her injured calf causing a loud cracking sound.
“Jesus Christ.” She recoiled, gasping for breath. “You are a dead man.”
Topher put a finger up to her lip. “Shhh,” he said.
The jeep rolled to a stop at the guard post and Basal rolled the window down.
“Papers?” The guard demanded as he approached the window.
Basil looked at the guard. “Sir we urgently need medical attention.” He pointed a finger to the back of the truck. “Captain Offerman has been injured in the night. We drove her here as quickly as we could.”
“I need papers first.” The guard demanded again.
“Section 69 paragraph 12 of the border patrol and conduct code states any officer with injuries must be admitted into a base for immediate medical assessment, the documentation requirement is waived until the officer is stabilized.” Basal quoted staring straight ahead not looking at the guard.
Following the queue Violet grabbed her leg between exaggerated breaths, she said, “I’ve lost a lot of blood, please hurry.” She moaned and squeezed some blood through her fingers.
The guard closed his eyes and looked away. “Medic is on the left.” He said pointing ahead. “Follow the signs.” He turned back to the booth and waved at the other man in the building to open the gate.
The engine revved and the jeep pulled through, turning left at the first road. Then pulled under the Awning bearing a large red plus symbol. Quickly Topher jumped out of the vehicle and ran around to the other side. He yanked Violet out of the open door and yelled “Medic! Medic!” He supported most of her weight as he lugged her toward the door.
A man in a lab coat ran out of the door and greeted them. “Hi, I’m Dr. Ruse, What seems
to be the problem?” He asked.
“It’s Captain Offerman, she’s hurt pretty bad.” He heaved Violet forward. “You may have to amputate the leg.”
Even though she was in unspeakable pain Violet eyed Topher and gave him a fuck you nod. She tried to stand on her own weight but her leg couldn’t hold any weight at all since he kicked the shit out of her. Dr. Ruse Put his shoulder under her other arm and supported the rest of her weight and the trio walked into the ER together.
Just inside the door, a wheelchair stood waiting for a patient. Ruse pulled it up behind Violet and Topher gently set her down into the seat. As soon as Ruse began to push her toward the examination area Topher turned around and exited the building. He climbed back into the jeep and it motored away.
Violet caught what happened out of the corner of her eye. “Bitches.” She mumbled to herself as a swarm of nurses and hospital staff swarmed around her. The mass of medical staff poked and prodded her while they pushed her down the corridor to a private room. An almost bare room equipped with a long flat examination table, extra lighting and a few unmarked boxes lining one wall. Once in the room most of the attendees scattered. When only Dr. Ruse and Violet remained, he spoke.
“Any normal hospital would amputate that leg.” He said bending down to look at her injuries again. “Lucky for you, I am not a normal doctor.”
“Go on.” She said through gritted teeth, nearly overcome with pain.
“We’ve got a little machine here, it’s still in the experimental testing phase, but it should have you fixed up and back at it in no time.” He said.
“How long is no time?” She asked.
“Twenty to thirty minutes for a full repair.” He shrugged.
“Do it.” She said.
“I thought you might say that.” He said.
Then the doctor walked over to a large sterile looking white crate on the far side of the room. He opened it and pulled out a pair of translucent hoses. He dragged them over to the bedside then returned to the crate and retrieved something that resembled a full leg brace or a tube. He placed it on the bed next to Violet. Gently he lifted her leg and placed it inside the brace. He closed and latched it then attached the hoses. Returning to the cabinet, he reached in and flipped a few switches. A machine started to let out a high-pitched whine. He pulled a playing card sized box out of the crate and brought it over.
“Whenever you are ready.” He said placing the box on the bed next to her hand. “Press the green button. You may feel a slight pinch.”
Violet grabbed the remote and pressed down on the button. The machine engaged pumping purple fluid into the leg brace. Ice crystalized on the outside of the brace as the fluid ran through it. She screamed and threw her head back against the bed. “Holy fuck.” She gripped the bed and closed her eyes trying to keep the tears from running out. It felt like the fluid was ripping her skin away while dissolving her bones while setting fire to everything else. She could
barely take a breath the pain was so intense. She tightened her grip on the remote control. It snapped in half sending a small jolt of electricity through her hand. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the machine powered down and all of the fluid ran out of the hoses.
Gasping for breath Violet said. “I thought you said a little pinch.”
The doctor shrugged, his hands already at work unbuckling the leg brace. As he removed it, she could see her entire leg fully restored skin and all, maybe even a little better looking than her other all-natural leg. “How’s that?” He asked with a smug look on his face. He admired the results for a few minutes before speaking again. He patted her smooth pink skin, “perfection,” he exhaled.
He looked her in the face and frowned. “I always thought the great Captain Jack Offerman was, in fact, a man.” Then he eyed her chest. “Jack is just about the manliest name there is.” He gently rubbed the new skin on her leg.
“It’s short for Jacqueline.” She said. “Do you know how hard it is to get respect when you go by Jackie out here?”
“Still,” the doctor continued ignoring what she’d just said. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
Violet closed her eyes; she knew where he’d seen her. Either many years ago when she still worked as a stripper in the Atlanta hub or in her premium video series 50 ways to kill a man naked. She still had a job to do and couldn’t risk being found out by this crazy ass doctor. “Maybe.” She started slowly unzipping her top. “You’ll remember these.” She continued one
click at a time down her corset. She let it fall down exposing her bare chest to him. She arched her back up to make her chest look bigger even though it didn’t need any help.
“My god woman put your clothes back on.” He looked away. “If I’d wanted to fuck you, I would have.”
“Shit,” She let her body flop back down on the bed and started fumbling to get her top back on.
The doctor shook his head. “Science and discovery turn me on, not your old pathetic flesh. I need something new, something mysterious, something I’ve created to turn me on.” She noticed the lump in his pants grow.
“I should report you to the Jezites.” She said contorting her face in disgust. “You are a monster.”
“And I should report you to the MPs.” He smiled again. “You are a liar.”
“You son of a bitch.” She growled.
“How about you walk out that door.” He pointed. “And we both forget this conversation ever happened.”
Standing up Violet pointed two fingers at her eyes then at his. She tested her weight on her newly repaired leg. Satisfied with the way her muscles felt she silently slipped out of the room. Still missing a boot and half of a pant leg, she scanned the doors for a storage room or a lounge or somewhere she might find some clothing to steal. “Women’s showers. Bingo!” She said to herself and slammed into the door causing it to pop open. “Now, what are you hiding?”
She grabbed a padlock and ripped it away from the door. Inside she found a few crumbled up dollars and a pair of blood red sequined high heels. She grabbed the money and moved to the next lock. After ransacking all of the lockers, she picked through the clothing and the valuables. She slipped on a bright red skin hugging latex top with a slit in the middle to show off her cleavage. She matched the top with a short black ruffled mini skirt barely long enough to cover her butt; lastly, she put on the high heels. Admiring herself in the mirror as her fingers flew as she unbraided her hair and brushed through it to make sure her tattoo remained covered. Most of the lockers hung half open with bits of clothing falling out as she left the room with an extra two hundred dollars, a jeweled Jezite cross in a black clutch purse.
The heels clicked on the tile floor as she ran outside. “Where did they go?” She asked adjusting the band on her arm, even with a full wardrobe change she’d kept it on. She made a swiping gesture over the rubber surface and it started quietly beeping. She turned in place looking down at the band. It started beeping faster when she faced a tall residential looking building. She smiled. “Got you.” She made her way toward the building as fast as she could in heels. Drawing closer to the residential building the signal from the wrist tracker veered sharply pointing her to the entry of an abandoned tunnel. “Oh hello.” She mused ducking past the broken down door.
Mostly dark and entirely disgusting the tunnel stretched out in front of her. A small sliver of light peeked from under a closed door a good ways down the passage. She heard talking, but couldn’t tell what was being said. Slipping the heels off her feet, she crept closer to the door carefully avoiding the stagnant puddles on the ground. The tracking device indicated her proximity to the object it tracked. She swiped the band and it stopped beeping. Pressing her ear
up to the door, she listened to the voices inside. Hearing Topher and Basal arguing she quietly twisted the knob and slid the door open.
Topher sat on the edge of a ragged but clean looking bed, a small table lamp flickered on the floor near him. Naked Basal knelt in front of Topher. With one hand on Topher’s, erect cock.
“All I’m saying is,” Basal said loudly. “It wouldn’t kill you to give me a blow every once in a while. He stroked a couple of times.
“Pay attention,” Topher growled. “You are here to do as I say, not bitch about it.” He leaned forward, grabbed the back of Basal’s head, and pushed it down toward his dick. Basal compiled and opened his mouth taking most of the cock into his mouth. He moved his hand and started rubbing Topher’s balls. “Good boy.” Topher let go of his head and leaned back.
Seeing her opportunity, Violet slunk further into the room and grabbed her bag from the table. She turned to flee the room. Then she heard the characteristic clicking of a pistol being cocked.
“Going somewhere, Violet?” Topher snarled, he raised his arm and pointed at her head as she turned around.
“How long have you known?” She asked raising her hands in the air, dropping the bag and the clutch on the ground.
“Since we picked you up. Got word over the radio Offerman was found dead in his room. You looked hot so we stopped.” Topher said.
“Son of a bitch.” She bit her lip. Mad at herself for not seeing their deception sooner.
“I should shoot you.” He shook the gun. “But you put some ideas in my boy’s head.” He rubbed Basal’s hair. “So you get to be his first.”
She eyed Basal. He looked at the floor. “First?” She asked.
“First pussy, you dense cunt.” He said. “Come on over here nice and slow.” He spat on the floor. “Now make him happy.” Topher motioned to Basil. “Stand up and get ready to mount your prize.”
Basal stood and shook his head timidly. Violet pressed her body against his and whispered. “Just lay down, I’ll be gentle.”
He laid down on the bed straight and flat as a board. She climbed on top of him meeting him eye to eye. His dark green eyes showed he was mostly dead inside. She leaned down close to his face bit his ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She said releasing his ear and moving her lips down to his neck, taking care delicately sliding her hard latex covered nipples across his naked chest. She tongued him and sucked on his shoulder while running her hands down his sides. As she made her way down his chest, she could feel his dick getting hard and start to poke her in the belly a little. She continued sliding down him reaching down to rub his shaft. When her face reached his bellybutton she grabbed her chest, moved her breasts a little farther apart, and slid them down over his cock. His back arched and he sat up a little.
“You like that?” She asked in a soft sultry tone.
He nodded and gasped out “Yea.”
She smiled and moved her boobs up and down against him. “I thought so. Now you
better tell me before you cum.”
He quickly nodded again.
She released his dick from her breasts and crawled back on top of him. She pulled her panties off and planted her feet next to his hips. She could feel his warmth just barely pressing on her pussy. She grabbed his chin and kissed him with a lot of tongue. “Are you ready?” She asked.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
She plunged downward allowing him to slide all the way inside her. He gasped and opened his eyes. He slapped her breasts and gripped them hard. She knew he liked it. She started to get into a slow pulsing up and down rhythm. ‘Oh yea baby.” She whispered. “You are so good.” she bit his ear again. “I love your cock inside me.”
He looked away and grabbed the blankets on the bed. She knew he wouldn’t last much longer so she stopped moving and gripped his dick inside her. He panted trying not to bust. As she stared into his eyes, breathing slow and deep Topher climbed on the bed behind her. Without warning, he shoved his dick into her asshole. She slapped the bed and winced.
“Would a little warning or a little lube kill you?” She asked.
“Shut up. I am in charge here. Take it and enjoy it.” He started pounding away at her ass while grabbing her butt cheeks.
Concerned Basal rubbed her shoulder, the magical spell of her pussy temporarily broken. “Are you ok?” He asked softly and tenderly.
“Yeah.” She grunted. “I’ve had worse, and his dick is small.”
Topher wrapped his fingers into her hair and pulled back. “Fuck you bitch. I heard that.”
“Do you best pencil dick.” She turned as far as she could and spat at him. Then she turned back to Basal. “I’m sorry. I really wanted this to be special for you.” She rubbed a hand on his chest. “Tell you what.” She leaned in close and whispered quietly. “Catch up with me later I’ll do whatever you want without this piece of shit.”
Basal smiled, he started to say something, however before he could Topher moaned. “Oh, yea.”
Violet felt him ejaculate inside her. “Douchebag” She mumbled to herself and she pushed backward breaking free of both men and causing Topher to lose his balance. She kicked out as hard as she could and connected her heel to his ball sack. He flew against the wall and slid down to the floor grunting and moaning. She said “Sorry again” to Basal as she stood up and pulled her dress back down.
Violet grabbed the bag from the van and left the clutch purse and shoes on the floor as she ran from the room. In the hall, she turned and ran further into the darkness away from the entry she’d come from. After a few moments, she felt confident enough that Topher wasn’t pursuing her to stop running.
She took a deep breath and looked around; the walls in this section were much cleaner. She could feel the rush of cool wind coming from a waterfall somewhere in the darkness in front of her. “So this is it. The Cowboy Town water plan.” She mused to herself. “It’s beautiful. I hate to destroy it.” She paused and looked down. “But that is the only way.” Following the
sounds of rushing water, she made her way to an opening in the wall where a huge current of water tumbled down in front of her.
As she enjoyed the splashing of the cool fresh water she noticed something glowing near the edge of the platform she stood on. The looked closer and noticed several objects glowing. She moved closer to investigate. In that instant, she realized the entire platform was lined with large pill shaped chambers filled with pale glowing purple liquid. She squinted to see inside the chambers. In the first, an old woman floated with her arms extended her grey hair slowly turning black as the liquid moved around her. In the second, she found a younger looking man with some kind of weight tied to his penis pulling it down. The purple surged around it, as it appeared to rebuild it longer and larger than it had been. In the next chamber, the purple fluid swarmed around a burned skeleton slowly rebuilding muscles and tendons on top of the charred bits as they were repaired. She squinted because the face growing on the muscles looked a bit like hers.
Stepping back, she looked up at the nameplate on the Tank. “Lady Vie.” She repeated her old stripper name aloud a few times. “Dr. Ruse, you fucking mad man.” She moved back to the opening to the waterfall and dropped her bag on the ground. She made a gesture on her armband and 5:00 appeared in pale white lights around the outside. The band cheerfully beeped and changed to 4:59. “Now I don’t feel so bad.” She knelt and unzipped the bag.
Retrieving a baseball-sized object from the bag she reached into the water stream squeezed the ball until it started blinking then let go allowing the water to carry it away. She repeated this action eleven more times. With the bag empty, she checked the time on her armband. 4:12 it read. “God, I hope that’s enough time.” She grabbed the access ladder she’d
found between a couple of the purple pods and climbed as fast as she could.
The watch read 3:22 when she pushed the manhole cover open and pulled herself onto the paved road. “Not enough time.” She swore under her breath looking for a safe place to hunker down.
A dirty jeep rolled up beside her and a familiar voice shouted. “Get in!”
Violet turned to see Basal sitting in the jeep alone. His left eye dark and almost swollen shut. She snatched the passenger door open and climbed in. “What the hell?” She asked touching his face tenderly.
Basal pressed the gas pedal down and the jeep took off throwing a bit of loose rock into the air. “After you left Topher attacked me, said it was my fault he got kicked in the nuts.”
“How did you get away?” She asked him.
“After he got a couple of good hits in I saw the Jezite cross in the bag you left.” He adjusted his shoulders. “Duck!” She shouted. She ducked down as the jeep tore through a section of chain link fence. “Sorry.” He said.
“Yea, so?” She asked.
“I grabbed it and stabbed him in the neck with it.” He shrugged expecting her to understand.
“Ok?” She asked again.
“Oh, you don’t know.” She shook her head. “Every Jezite cross conceals a poison-tipped knife just in case the temptation of sin becomes too great.”
“How do you know that?” She asked, stunned by this knowledge.
“Former acolyte.” He said pointing to himself.
“How?” She asked. “I didn’t see the tattoo on your shoulder.”
“You met Dr. Ruse, right?” He asked.
“Yea why?” Before he could say anything, a blast of water, fire, cement and purple sparkles shot into the air behind them. Shaking the truck back and forth almost knocking them from the roadway. Violet clamped her hands over her ears and cried out.
Keeping the jeep on the road Basal just smiled.
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