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Slit awoke in a large stone chamber, the walls the colour of rust. Underneath him and around him was sand, but not sand. His body felt as if it was floating in mothers milk. He was awakening glorious! Triumphant! After his sacrifice in the pursuit of the wives he had been allowed passage through the shiny gates, casting his half-life aside for an eternity of mcfeasting with all those chrome who had fallen before him!
He wondered if the traitoring Nux also fell during the wild hunt towards the Citadel. Seing Nux atop the stolen War Rig had set something askew in Slit’s chest. The cylinders of his internal engine were warped and friction had built up destructive energy now ready to be unleashed upon the mediocre, skinny, driver. In this chrome afterlife all debts would be settled, and Nux brutalized into submission. Nux would be his again.
Capable watched the patched up war boy. After being prioritized by the organics for weeks, he was parts stiched together rather than a single entity, but the burns had healed better than anyone could hope for, she had been told. She wasn’t sure what she had been hoping for. Sometimes she wanted him to die in his sleep, sometimes she wanted to kill him. Now he was waking up, and she would see how much of Nux there was in him.
None questioned her project. The other sisters might have, but they were treading their own crooked roads to recovery. She wished she could see hers clearly, like the Dag who spent all her time in the gardens, making life.
Now Slit saw her. A breeder! She was leaning against the wall at the far side of the chamber, watching him with crossed arms. His breath caught in his throat, and through coughs he felt that his arms were strapped to the bed. The woman had hair the colour of blood and fire and her face was the kind of crazy some war boys had before they turned proper hard. She must be dead too, living out her afterlife belonging to war boys instead of god men. Slit smiled as only he could, his face splitting into a savage masque.
“Come here shiny, shiny, come to Slit” he called to the breeder. His voice sounded different as if it had rusted during his sleep. Wearing her silent madness that nevertheless was so obvious it screamed to Slit, the breeder crossed the room. The war boys must have broken her with their games already, Slit thought. There would be no fight left in her.
“You burned, but you survived”, the shiny said. “Of all the ones who burned, you survived.”
So he had survived the crash, Slit thought, this breeder had to be returned to the Immortan.
“Whatya mean survived? Let me go and I will return you to the Immortan, little shiny”, Slit croaked. This at last provoked a visible reaction in the shiny. Her eyes seemed to darken when she hunkered down, lowering her face to his before whispering “The Immortan is dead” with a still smile. She had thought this would be the moment of her redemption. But while seeing fear in the war boys eyes did provide some sort of comfort, his bewilderment also reminded her of Nux. She had to keep herself from embracing and consoling him. She wanted to break him and fix him at the same time. The disappointment felt like the moment Cheeto had thrown herself from the ledge, crashing into the rock below, mixing with the water. A free fall to nothing. Capable made a choice.
“I don’t care anymore”, she said and removed the straps restraining him, before sitting down on the bed. This probably wasn’t the way to recovery after her life as a wife, but she didn’t care. If this war boy with his violent ways could make her feel anything at all, it was better than the gaping hole in her chest. Slit rose slowly to a seated position, carefully working some movement back into his arms and legs. He wasn’t sure what was going on, if the woman was crazy or just lying, but he was hungry for her. “You have no owner, no protector. You are a scrap in the wasteland, and I’m claiming.”
Despite his words he wasn’t actually sure if he could touch her without penalty. He raised a dirty hand to her cheek, stroking it slowly with his callused thumb. When nothing more happened than her eyes meeting his, no violent response to his approach, his attentive expression was replaced with a hungry grin. His hand moved on to the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. The touch was almost tender before his hand curled into a fist, trapping her in his grip. Capable didn’t fight the treatment.
Slit was amazed. War boys was never so doctile, nor so easy to control.
Her eyes were watering when he leaned into her neck and smelled the clean, sweet scent. The breeders were stranger than anything Slit had ever seen, even leaking aqua cola from their faces. He wanted to see what other things she could do, and bit down into the side of her neck, right where Larry and Barry had been eating away at Nux. The thought of his driver made his grip of Capable’s hair loosen and his bite turn soft. He didn’t understand what was happening to him when he leaned into Capable, his head filled with anger, hunger and memories of Nux.
Capable had been prepared for anything but this. How could she fight him when he fell into her embrace like a pup? He hid his face in her fussy hair, and she carefully put her hands on the back of his head.
“What is wrong with you? Is this a war boy going soft?”, she asked, mostly to herself. Slit already knew he was a failure, an engine sputtering but failing to crank. Anger and shame, two very familiar emotions, exploded in unison inside Slit. He was going to show his high octane to this shiny. He lifted her roughly, putting her legs around his waist. He pinned her to the stone wall beside the bed.
“Lancers have more crazy than drivers. ‘M not soft”, he hissed menacingly info her ear. The hairs on her neck rose under his breath. Her breathing was shallow now, and her pussy was getting wet. She leaned in and kissed Slit’s scarred lips.
They opened their mouths to each other, drinking in the other’s desperation. When their tongues touched, Capable felt the split tip of Slit’s. She knew there were animals in the wasteland with tongues like that but didn’t know some humans had it too. Nux hadn’t, she remembered and felt a sting of sadness and longing. She purged her mind from the thoughts of Nux, filling it instead with ideas of what a split tongue could do.
Slit had never experienced anything like this before. He pressed the shiny breeder to his chest and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down with his body. He grabbed both her hands in one of his, holding them fixed over her head. He let his other hand move down to her breasts, tearing away the fabric covering them. He wasn’t sure what was happening, this was nothing like rutting with war boys, but his instincts urged him on. He cupped one of her tits while he stroked the nipple with his thumb. He looked up at her and she met his gaze through half-closed eyes. Slit returned to her tits, licking and nibbling Capable’s other nipple, making her moan in pleasure. He had never been this revved up before.
“Let me go and I’ll show you Valhalla”, Capable whispered hoarsly above him. Horny and confused, Slit actually did what he was told. She pushed him down beside her and grabbed one of his hands. “This is where you fit into me”, she said as she pushed two of his fingers into the wet slit of her outer labia. Slit had never been naturally good at taking instructions. He took his free hand and with a vicious lizard-grin grabbed her throat tightly while entering her with two fingers. He could see that she was finally frightened of him, and a sense of calm settled into him. Capable couldn’t alert her guards in this state, and the feeling of losing all control both frightened and thrilled her. Slit put a third finger into her while rubbing her clit, enjoying his new plaything. He released her throat, and Capable resumed her breathing, gasping for air. He had never been allowed his own ride, but now he was steering one of the breeders.
Capable pulled his pants down over his narrow hips and started to stroke his cock. Her soft touch was nothing like he had ever felt before. With war boys was it was all fight, the young men constantly trying to bend each other into submission. Now Capable guided him to her, rubbing herself with his cock while soaking him with her wetness. She was getting close to climax when Slit ran out of patience. He entered her brutally, but Capable didn’t care, she melted in pleasure as he fucked the confusion from both their minds. His world had fallen to scraps but this he knew.
She was so shiny, so chrome before him. He didn’t know softness could rev him up like this. He grabbed her tits again and pinched her nipples while pushing deeper into her. He leaned down to her face, biting her lip. She pushed back and they spun around so that Capable was now straddling Slit. She lay a hand on his muscular chest, using the other one to rub her clit. She moved in waves while he let his hands trace her body, grabbing her hips, pushing himself deeper into her. He felt her clench around him, igniting the explosion inside him. Capable let out high-pitched moans now, whimpering while Slit filled her up with deep strokes. She buried her fingernails deep into his chest when he pulled her down over him for the last time.
Capable hesitated, but then lay down upon him, an unfamiliar sensation flowing through her. When she lay her head under the jawline of the brute, she temporarily forgot the hole inside her.
“Good rutting”, Slit said.