Post Apocalyptic Delivery (WritesNaughtyStories & IsabellaRose)

[WritesNaughtyStories]

@IsabellaRose

Devon had cut the throttle on the air boat and sluiced it to the shore with an ease borne of a lifetime on the dark water. Stories remained that the world hadn't always been the closed, labyrinth of foliage. According to the stories, once the world had been concrete, glass, asphalt and steel. Devon didn't think too much about the stories - there were the few buildings that stretch above the trees, but the sun seared anything that crept out of the confines of the jade and emerald world below. He shook his head and killed the motor, pocketing the key, despite being at home in the still bayous of Mudwaters.

He drew in a slow, tired breath and pushed himself off the seat. He climbed over the gunnel and dropped to the muddy shore with the same practiced grace. He knotted the line to a nearby tree and made his was to Gibbon's headquarters. He knew why he was here, but wished like hell he was almost anywhere else.

Gibbon's head thug soldier, waved the airboat pilot into the crumbling, old manse "In the office Lourde. Bossman's expecting you."

Devon nodded and stopped inside the door. What little light crept this far through the leaves, vines and moss of the endless swamp was too weak to penetrate the cool, damp interior of the community headquarters. The wiry sailor blinked into the darkness, breathing the permanently musty air, waiting until he'd be doing more than stumbling blind. What seemed long minutes later, the hallway and sweeping staircase swam into view.

He walked forward - not so much apprehensive as resigned - to the heavy door that lead to Gibbon's office. He knocked, "Lourde?" cane the answer.

"Sir." he replied simply. No response. He started to reach for the door but stopped, 'Probably best to wait to be invited in.' he thought. Another tense moment past and then, "Well, get in here! Dammit!" came loudly through the door.

He pushed inside, "Sorry, Boss - wasn't sure you were ready for me."

"Why the hell else would I answer a knock with your name?" Gibbons asked, annoyance bordering on anger clear in his voice. Gibbons was a big man - granted, Devon was a small man by most standards - and sat in a chair that had to predate the end of the old world. He wore a long, dark coat over a fairly well sewn shirt. "Plan is simple, you let them believe Nix is my daughter and all the rest of us live happy. Small price for all the shit she's caused over the years."

Devon hated the plan, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

"What's to keep her from putting the anchor to it?" He asked, trying hard to get out of taking what was very specifically NOT Gibbon's daughter to Breaker as a piece offering.

"He'll kill her too if she does. If she keeps her mouth shut, she lives. Same as the rest of us."

[IsabellaRose]

Nix leaned her hands onto Freakshow's chest, slamming her hips down onto him, burying him to the hilt inside of her body over and over. It felt good, but not great. She was sweating, her bare breasts bouncing over him, and he finally spent himself inside of her. His hands were on her hips and he thrust up into her three four five times, the last time pressing up long and hard. She felt the warmth of his ejaculate fill her and stayed there for a moment. He never satisfied her, but if she let him fuck her gave her the cheap liquor he made in the old tub under the floor.

She grinned and rolled off of Freakshow, then off of the sack of rags he called a bed and onto her feet. She found her shorts, put them on, then slipped her feet into the low shoes she wore around the settlement. Freakshow was laying on the bed, still panting, his softening cock laying up onto his stomach. Nix grinned at him, then grabbed the bottle of liquor off of the small table and waved it in the air as she pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. 

"Thanks, Freakshow," she said, wriggling her hips and the bottle in her hand as she backed toward the door. "For the drink, and the dick."

Down the stairs, across the elevated walkway, and down the ladder to ground level, she kept the bottle in one hand the whole way, only opening it when she was on level ground. she took a deep swig, felt it burn all the way down her esophagus, and sit in her belly like liquid fire. It would take the edge off of what was to come. She made her way slowly to Gibbon's office, taking her time, taking a few more drinks. 

She had resigned herself to her fate. She was going to be gifted to Breaker for the safety of the settlement. She didn't know exactly what to expect once she was one of Breaker's girls, but it was probably going to be a lot of fucking. She liked fucking well enough, almost as much as she liked drinking. She just had to say she was Gibbon's daughter. 

She was starting to feel the alcohol as she entered the big old house that Gibbon called home. The guard let her pass without comment. They knew why she was here. She strode directly to the office door and pushed her way inside.

"Daddy!" she said, her voice full of mock excitement. "I'm home!"

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Fuck! Thought Dev as Nix walked in.

Across the room, Gibbons had the exact same thought but with a completely different inflection.

Devon knew and like Nix - sure she stomped all over the settlement's lines and expectations, but none of the really important ones. It looked like she was well on her way to getting fairly polluted and Gibbons was going to lose his temper.

On cue, Gibbons slammed his chair back and exploded to his feet, "No one thinks you're fucking funny."

Devon disagreed but was trying to bite his lip to keep from grinning.

"Nix," the headman continued in a harsh growl, "we'll all be cut up for bait if you shit on this." He thrust a hard, rigid finger into the soft flesh of her breast, "And your ass will go first, I'll bet,"

"Boat-boy," he added, swinging he gaze over his shoulder to land on Devon, "get her on your fucking fan and get her out of here." He snatched the bottle of booze and banged it onto his desk, "And leave this here. Don't need your drunk ass saying something else stupid."

He jerked his thumb toward the door, "Get going, the pair of ya's."

Dev watched the brief tirade and rocked his head toward the door. He had hooch from up the bayou on the boat. Wasn't as potent as Freakshow's but Mudball's tasted much better. And no one had gone blind drinking it, Yet,

He eyed the bottle trying to send the subtle clue to Nix to let it go, "Come on, Nix. Let's get on the way. I don't want to get caught in the deep swamp when the sun goes down,"

Gibbon's gasped, "Do not get her killed, Lourde - I doubt Breaker will settle for you as a replacement, and bet you'll wisj like hell he didn't if he does."

Devon snorted, "Have I ever lost anyone or anything?"

"Go!" the settlement's leader hissed, pointing at the door.

Devon held it open and gestured to Nix, "Mademoiselle..."

[IsabellaRose]

"Everyone thinks I'm fucking funny," Nix said under her breath. Gibbon hadn't heard her or he'd have flown into even more or a rage, but she thought maybe Devon did. She liked the pilot well enough, but wished he'd loosen up.

She took his tirade blank-faced and then stared after the bottle he'd taken where it sat on his desk. She had half a mind to snatch it back, but she knew better than to press her luck with Gibbons. Breaker would still take her cut and bleeding, and Gibbons had a nasty temper and a sharp knife, both of which flew at the slightest provocation.

"I'm not stupid," she said to Gibbons when he told her not to mess up. "We've all seen what he does to the girls that don't please him." She shuddered at the thought of the two she'd seen, bodies mutilated and broken beyond anything even recognizable as human. "At the very least, you can count on me to save my own skin, Papi." 

Her sense of humor seemed to have escaped her, and thinking of what the future held had killed the hint of a buzz she had built up. She stared ahead flatly while Gibbons talked, then walked through the door Devon held open.

"Thanks," she said, and still managed a little wiggle as she passed Devon despite the reminder of her risky and precarious position. It was habit to make herself seen and desired. It was her only real currency in this world, and she invested in the future every chance she got. A little desire made men do man things for the potential payoff.

She followed him toward his boat, not really seeing anything, a darkness having fallen over her features and mood. The air was thick and humid, and sweat trickled down her back and between her breasts. She wiped her brow, then wiped her hand on her shorts. 

"Let me get my boots," she said, and headed to the platform where she had left them. She sat on the edge, tugged off her low shoes, and tossed them behind her onto the platform. She slipped on the flat black boots, pulled them up to her knees, then stepped down into them, getting her feet into them solidly. They weren't sexy, but they were thick and protected her from the water and more importantly, the creatures that would bite, grasp, and sting.

She pulled the lightweight jacket over her head and stuffed her arms into it, pulling the hood down behind her head. 

"I guess that's it," she said, and walked back over to where Devon waited. "Let's get me delivered into sexual slavery."

She grinned as if it were a joke when they both knew it was likely too close to the truth, and then walked passed him toward the docks,

[WritesNaughtyStories]

When Nix wiggled her firm backside as she walked through the door, Dev was glad his back was to Gibbons. A broad smile crossed his face. "Well, ain't that a pretty sight?" he whispered as he drew beside her and walked out of the old manor. He glanced over, studying her face for the signs of doubt he felt and could see them there. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

Dev watched her pull her boots over her shapely calves and let his gaze chase up her thighs as she stomped down into them. Her small breasts gave a slight shake as her heel bounced into place and Dev pursed his lips crookedly.

'We're losing more than just a good outrider.' He thought bitterly. Gibbons' own daughter - a bit younger than Nix, but not so young as she couldn't make a contribution - would have made a much better sacrifice. Zalea did nothing but march around the settlement, make demands and threaten Gibbons' displeasure if they weren't met. Dev suspected even Gibbons couldn't really stand her. Yet here he was, watching Nix pull her boots on so he could deliver her to Breaker's armored paddle-wheeler.

When Nix tossed her shoes to the side Devon trotted over and recovered them. Holding the pair in two crooked fingers he held them up, "Might need these at Breaker's - probably not going to be out on patrol too much."

It wasn't as encouraging as it had sounded in his head. He carried the shoes as he walked beside Nix toward his boat. "Hey, for what it's worth, Nix, I think this is fucked." his voice fell to a soft whisper, "We'd all be better off if Gibbons sent Zalea." he looked around for Gibbon's guards before he continued, "She's such a bitch she's probably a virgin - Breaker'd send us ammo."

He shook his head, there was nothing for it.

The reached the boat and he offered Nix an unneeded hand over the gunnel.

He looked up, angling his head to judge the color of the light spilling through the thick canopy of leaves. "We've got a couple of hours. We can probably make it to the Glass before it's too dark." he suggested, referring to the old smooth building that climbed above the canopy of trees from one of the few hard pieces of land the flooding earth had left.

"We'll pull up there and get inside, ok?" he asked, climbing into the boat. He gestured to the small cabin at the bow. "There's a stash of Mudball's whisky up there if you want."

He stood a moment, trying to figure if there was anything useful to do that wasn't start the boat and head them into the swamp. There really wasn't, so he sighed and settled into his patched seat and kicked the fan to life. In a roar, he'd spun the air boat around and was running up the throttle, trying to beat the fading light.

 

[IsabellaRose]

Nix visibly slumped when Devon held up her shoes and reminded her that she probably wouldn't be out on patrol too much. She was doing her best to put a positive spin on things. No matter where she went, she was in a prison with a bunch of people she more or less tolerated. But a prison she was allowed to walk in and out of, a prison she had known for years, was better than what she expected she'd find with Breaker. He didn't earn his name by chance, and the broken women she'd seen him drag behind him on leashes reminded her of what might be in store.  

She nodded when he mentioned the glass and mudball's whiskey. She needed to take the edge off. She'd probably be needing a lot more of that going forward.

"Thanks, Devon," she said, and the genuine smile she flashed him showed she meant it. She was a manipulator, a troublemaker, and a party girl. She'd been around the block and knew the score, but in that moment as she huddled into herself on the back bench of the air boat, she looked like nothing more than a frightened child.

The ride was mostly uneventful. Once, in a wide space of open water, a swell to one side hinted at one of the behemoths that came up from under, but Devon deftly maneuvered the air boat in a wide circle outside of its ability to detect them. She saw things slip into the water along the shore, reptilian things the people back home called biters and others they called sleepers. The biters were smaller, you usually survived an attack unless you were stupid or careless, but many a man or woman had those little round scars or a missing finger or toe that told of a biter attack. The sleepers were the dangerous ones. They looked like a log until you got close, then erupted into frantic action, grabbing their victim and dragging them under to drown in the murky depths. Sleepers scared Nix more than anything else.

They remained mostly silent on the trip. Nix watched Devon as he piloted the craft. She admired his efficiency of movement and the knowledge hidden behind those eyes. He was a survivor. If she had taken the time to make a plan, he might have helped her avoid her fate. But where would she have gone? Breaker's influence spread far beyond Mudwaters, and that was all she knew. She wasn't sure she could survive anywhere else. The unknown scared her almost as much as the sleepers.

The growth got thicker and the insects got worse the closer they got to the Glass. Nix had some of Freakshow's repellent in a small vial in her pocket, but that repelled humans more than insects, and she hated the smell of it. She slapped at her neck and waved them away from her face as Devon cut the fan and the boat glided silently to the rocky outcropping that served as a dock. Nix hopped up onto the rocks and grabbed the line when Devon tossed it, tying his boat off to the rusted metal pole protruding from the rock. Once they were secured, she stood on the rock and stared up at the Glass. 

It was from a time before, or so they said. It towered above them and reflected the red and orange of the setting sun like a mirror. She shaded her eyes and wondered which tale about it was true. Had it been a temple to some forgotten god? That seemed more likely than it being the palace of a warlord. What warlord would make his palace of glass? Although it was oddly unbreakable glass, strong enough to resist breaking even when hit at full force. She'd always wanted to but had never gone inside. 

She looked over at Devon as they shouldered the bags of supplies from the airboat.

"You have a camp near here?" she asked, swatting an insect away from her ear.