The Road: 2nd Gear

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Sorry about the continued delay, moved house and still waiting for internet to be connected.

Rip:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7bixhF5Dfo

Twirling the dial on the radio you trawl through static before finally finding a station, catching the end of a DJ calling himself Super Soul introducing himself and playing a song the crackles on the air waves.

Hurling the wheel right you, you throw the several tons of steel that make the Challenger around the corner, dodging the odd wreck that litters the road at speed before you have to slam on the breaks when you reach the Heart Ache Strip. The road here is choked by kipple and debris from the gutted clubs and bars that mostly lay blasted and burnt alongside the gutters. Everyone once in a while you hear a crack from beneath the tires as you weave your way through and try to ignore the crucified forms skeletal nailed to the lamp posts and power poles.

"I'm the Queen." A woman shouts, exploding out of a pile of trash that had camouflaged her. A filth ridden fur boa and dress that were once probably fancy nearly cover her modesty where they aren't torn but her skin is grey and black with grime.

"All this belongs to me, I'm the Queen." She shouts again before turning and running towards one of the derelict bars, a broken sign above reading "The Flash".

Zero:

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You're pretty sure the Manager would have flashed you another one of her looks at your comments, but her position and predicament get in the way. She gasps again as your rig rumbles over the speed bumps by the gate and follows the other vehicles off road into the wastes. The ground is uneven enough to keep her hips and waist bouncing on your lap when combined with her lack of a seat belt, a bit of creative use of the brakes and accelerator on the bumps helps increase the force of her bounce.

The Manager bites her lip throughout the ordeal, to the point you think the depression in the plump flesh might be permanet, but she struggles through to focus on the task of steering and not crashing. You see her chest is flushed and her nipples that poke over the lip of her corset are hard as diamonds and hot to the touch. A few rolling hills appear on the horizon when you suddenly feel her cunt clench down on your shaft like a vice and she screams loudly, her body trying to milk your cock for the all the seed it's worth.

[Riptide]

"Well this place went to complete sand utter shit." Rip rambled to himself. He also started thinking about how all radio stations play the same type of rock music. He knows there are different genres put there, he read about them, but this world seems obsessed with only the one type.

He continued to drive through Heartache Strip, trying his best to avoid any trouble. He had to stop himself from throwing up when he saw "The Queen". He just wanted to get to Uptown and see if things got as bad as the Strip.

[lilgrunt1]

"Um yes erase our little fiasco , then we will clean this up and wake her up.but if you could alter her thinking so we can get a drink and possibly some fun that would be great to got it ?" I ask before getting dressed and cleaning everything up making sure everything is okay before the men arrive. and I sit as if nothing happened.

[ZeroParadox]

Holding the Manager steady as he rides through her climax Chance cums hard with a groan of pleasure. She can feel his cock remain hard inside her. "I can definitely get used to travelling like this.", he'll comment, "How about yourself?"

[exalted]

Sorry guys, still having internet dramas

Lilgrunt:

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Adam directs you to bring him around front of the woman and his form lunges forward into her lulling mouth, bulging out her cheeks and throat as his body writhes and contorts. Fairly sure you even see his tendrils flicker out of her nose briefly before a sudden crips Ding! sound like an oven timer comes from his body and he snaps back out of her maw.

"Operation complete Madam," he gives you a double thumbs up with her tiny hands, "Memory has been chemically blocked and desire to drink this evening has been implanted."

You quickly straighten your clothes and turn to look at the cleaning task at hand when you pause in shock. There is just so much cum! It is everywhere, on the desk, the floor, walls, bookcases, and chairs, somehow it's even on the ceiling, let alone the thick coating on the woman or the ever growing pool she lays in and leaks from her pussy and ass. The torn remains of her singlet lay in one corner while the shredded daisy dukes are saturated with combined juices, cling to her swollen ass red from spanking.

There is no way you'll be able to clean this up before the men get here. You could probably hide in one of the cupboard or under the desk, run for it out the front or back through the workshop or try to explain yourself or come up with story. Either way you'd better think fast because the men are closing fast.

Rip:

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Rumbling on you soon see the gates and walls of uptown over the rumble. The walls with within the wall, wrought iron, designed to keep the scum and riffraff out, the walls of Uptown were never meant to resist a siege. The gates lay open, buckled and bent from whatever battered them open, but that's not what takes your breath away.

Linked hand to hand, a line or corpses spans the walls fro a long as you can see, lashed to railings with barbed wire or impaled with spikes. The blackened ash and twisted silent screams imprinted on the skulls and bones suggests many were still of this earth when put to the torch.

Rumbling through the gates you have to weave again through the kipple and detritus left over the looting. Each houses windows smashed and doors kicked in while others have suffered worse and are missing entire walls or show over signs of violence. As you roll further into uptown, up familiar streets in a now unfamiliar setting the signs of damage begin to disappear as the looters became more specific about what they took.

Finally you roll into the drive way of what used to be your home. The once immaculate and manicured lawns and gardens that were your mother's pride lay dead or overgrown with weeds. The doors are smashed open but it doesn't look like the house suffered any worse damage than that.

Zero:

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"F-fuck you," She pants with a low groan as she recovers her breath, "What happened to being better than Sivle, huh?"

She tries to straighten up, but with her corset loose she can't keep it from slipping down and exposing her breasts fully. Your cock, still locked in her pussy, keeps the cum from leaking out for now.

"We're here, by the way." She mutters, flicking a stray strand of her from her eyes with a nail.

Up ahead you see what you thought you some rolling hills are in fact camouflage nets draped over some equipment. The other vehicles are parked up and the men tumble out to stretch.

[ZeroParadox]

"Oh, I am still nothing like that pathetic man. That stupid rule may force you to ride a dick out of the complex, but I let you choose how. And you enjoyed it! I'm sure you haven't cum that hard for a while." Reaching around and cupping her breasts to give them an appreciative squeeze he leans forward to whisper so only she can hear, "And I believe you belong in charge instead of that hideous mountain of fat."

Rocking his hips a bit to give slow teasing thrusts while he enjoys idly fondling her breasts and nipples, "Rules say we gotta get out now or can we make them wait a bit?"

[Riptide]

Rip tried not to think too deeply about if anyone he knew was trying up there. Instead, he just let out a sigh of relief.
"Dodge a bullet there."
All he knew was that if he didn't leave, he would now be up there to. Once he pulled in to his old home, he gripped his shotgun, left his car, and slowly started going inside to see if anything of note was left.

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Rip:

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Tip toeing in you see the place has been violently tossed and looted, anything that wasn't worth enough to take scattered everywhere and trampled underfoot. Picking through a pile of things you find the weather and elements have turned it all to kipple, just like the rest of the junk that litters the wasteland. Aside from the smashed open draws and cupboards you see no signs of violence or struggle inside the house, until you reach the basement door.

The heavy steel door is covered in dents and marks from someone or something trying to batter it down, but failing to do so. You remember you father kept his wine collection down there amongst other things.

Zero:

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The woman tenses slightly as you toy with her breasts, fighting the sensation flushing back through her body again.

"You're the boss," She coughs, trying to cover up a slight moan, "These jackals get off on the whole fear and violence philosophy"

[ZeroParadox]

Chance starts bouncing the Manager on his cock as he responds to her comment. "Now that's just a stupid philosophy. It will just end up getting you killed, eventually."

[Riptide]

It was a little disheartening to Rip to see his childhood home so violated, but he started to smile remembering how much he hated living here. The busted up wine cellar door reminded him of all those times he snuck down there to down a couple of drinks. Other than reading and socializing with the horrid stuck up kids of his neighborhood, all he could do was make himself drunk to pass the time around here. He even remembers the time he made a copy of the wine cellar key so he wouldn't have to risk stealing his father's key again. Wait a minute...

Rip runs upstairs to his old room to see if his old book collection was intact. Reading wasn't really a popular pastime among crazies and raiders, so he was hoping they left it untouched. There was an old useless computer manual that he hollowed out and used to put stuff in to. He wonder if maybe the wine cellar key was there.

[lilgrunt1]

I panicked trying to figure out what to do I quickly hide under the desk hoping to play it off that I didn't do it if they caught me .

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Zero:

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The manager yelps as you start to bounce her again, tit flesh jiggling in your hands as each slapping shock ripples through her body.

"Honey, everything gets you killed out here," She moans, reaching back to run a hand through you hair and grip your neck, "Some quicker than others. At least it's better than wasting away at the bottom of a bottle."

Outside you see the goon squad getting restless after their stretch and the gaggle start to head over to see why you haven't gotten out of your ride.

Rip:

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Your room looks like it got the same treatment as the rest of the house, anything of monetary worth being taken. The nice clothes, jewelry and luxuries you former life offered stripped bare. In the corner you see the shattered remains of your book shelf, shattered to make the looting of other furnishings easier. In the pile of splintered wood you find 6 books that are still salvageable, including the computer manual. Over in the corner you see a seventh book in a pile of scrunched up paper, most likely pages from it, but judging from the foul smell that emanates from the pile you don't want it.

Finding the key still in the book you head down stairs for the cellar, the battered lock groans and protests at first but finally allows your key to turn. You're not sure what you expected to find as the door swung open but it probably wasn't this.

The large racks of wine that used to dominate the room are gone, leaving an open vault in the centre lit from high barred windows level with the ground outside. There are few wooden crates with the necks of bottles sticking out, but nowhere near enough to house the selection your father boasted. Improperly stored like this, you know it would have brought a tear to old man's eyes.

Instead of wine you see map boards, littering every wall and every surface covered in dust flecked photos... of you. You see many of the photos linked to a map of the wastes, red string running across pins that track your travels after you left. Everything is there from your escape to working at the garage at free town, even a few snaps of Jessi filter through the images, everything up to the fall of the Third City.

A door on the far wall stands ajar, you know this lead to a small office your father kept down here to catalogue his collections and sleep it off when he poured to much. On the single bed, tucked away in the corner you see two bodies, ravaged by time huddled against each other. Two wine glasses and a bottle rest on the night stand, choked with dust and long since evaporated. Clutched in their joined hands you see two documents.

Lilgrunt:

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Scurrying as spry as you can you scramble under the desk, trying to think small, unnoticeable thoughts. They can't find you, they wont find you, they... shouldn't find you?

No, your hidden, safe, they can't see you, wont see you... shouldn't see you?

Your breathing sounds like a thunderstorm in your ears, surely they'll hear that, they must. Be quiet, like a mouse, take tiny mouse breaths... and then the dripping starts. Each splashing droplet cascades for an eternity in space as it drips from the woman to desk and then rolls over the lip to tumble in space in front of you before shattering on the floor.

The bell perched above the door chimes.... and then what? Are they there, you can't see or hear because of the desk surrounding you like a coffin. Can they see you, surely they can see the girl, naked, violated right above you head, but can they see you?

"Grab her." A voice calls.

[ZeroParadox]

Noticing the group approaching Chance mumbles, "Looks like it's time to put on a show." He rolls down the window to allow them to speak, and to hear just what is going on. He will then continue the task of pistoning the Manager on his cock, taking pleasure in eliciting lustful noises from her.

As soon as they are close enough he continues pumping the woman up and down his shaft while addressing the group casually, "Huh, we're here already?" Then he'll look at the Thin Man and smirk before stating sarcastically, "I didn't realize we'd gone 10 clicks yet. Gimme a few more minutes here, will ya? I'm almost done here."

[Riptide]

Rip feels like he should be sad going through his ravished home, but is surprised to find himself feeling only empty. He takes a few of the salvageable books that catch his eye, before getting the key front be Computer Manual. He tosses the book to the side. He takes the empty Computer Manual with him as well. He never knows when he might need to hide something somewhere inconspicuous.

He let out a disappointed sigh as he entered the wine cellar. He thought he could maybe make a good impression and get some extra pay at the tow job if he brought a stockpile of booze. Looks like that's not happening.

His feelings of emptiness quickly turn to feelings of paranoia. His parents were following him? Why? If they knew where he was, why didn't the try to get him? Or maybe they were planning something before...

He almost throws up when he sees his parents' bodies. He pulls his shirt over his mouth and scratches the documents from their cold dead hands. He finds a place with adequate light and starts reading them.

[lilgrunt1]

I froze there stuffing my pussy with the cum to look llke I too was a victim and I lay there pretending to be not conscious.

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Zero:

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You see a mix of annoyance, lechery and anger in the crowd of faces outside your door, tinged with the unmistakable look of hunger for blood or flesh.

"No," The Thin Man bellows, drawing a wickedly curved blade from his belt, "You done now, me and the boys don't work until we get a piece of her."

He points the blade at the woman on your lap and grins.

"Told you, Honey," The woman sighs, stopping her bouncing to fix her hair in the rear view mirror, "Fear and violence. It's your call, but your going to have to fight sooner or later."

Rip:

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The first seems to be a family portrait, you remember it had been taken only a month or so before you ran away. Looking at the boy in the picture you wonder if he would recognise the man he would become. You know the photo used to rest in a frame but it looks like it was hastily pulled out as several tears tatter the edge, potentially the last thing they grabbed before fortifying themselves down here.

The second is a letter, badly damaged but parts still legible though hastily written, a final message from your parents. It reads they are sorry for driving you away, but never stopped caring for you, you were loved even if they didn't show it. They paid an investigator to keep track of you, to make sure you were safe and hoped you would one day return. They chose to stay in the city when the Crazies started their push, hoping that might cause you to return and wanting there to be safe place for you to come, they are sorry. The walls have started to fall and they can't face what is to come, so they are taking their own way out. They are sorry and they love you.

The basement seems to be colder than you remember once you finish the letter. Looking at the wine in the boxes you guess you could easily fill up the remaining trunk space in the challenger with it.

Lilgrunt:

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As you try to stuff your self with the fluid Adam secreted, his body suddenly sprouts legs and he scurries out like a centipede to dangle from the top of the desk and give you room.

There's suddenly a heavy banging sound on top of the desk, followed by several men grunting and a scuffling sound before it goes quiet again. A moment later the door bell chimes again and you hear the door bang back into place. Everything is quiet.

[lilgrunt1]

She peaked over the counter shaking a bit.

[Riptide]

Rip speaks aloud to himself, assuming no one is around, but not really caring if anyone is.

"Wow... my parents are fucking idiots."

He now has absolutely no regrets for leaving. His parents would have just kept him in a collapsing city until he was forced to starve to death in a cellar while his parents got drunk and probably fucked each other in the other room. He keeps the photo for himself, but tears apart the letter and tosses it to the side.

He sets his eyes on the left over alcohol and starts trying to load it in to his car.

[ZeroParadox]

"Really?", Chance deadpans as he turns the steering wheel to the right, "In that case..." Shifting the vehicle into reverse he'll gun the engine in an attempt to knock the Crazies to the ground, or better yet run them over. Afterwards he'll stop and shift back into drive to run over whoever is left.