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The group has a hierarchy even at the end of all things, she doesn't know where she is in the totem pole but she thinks her and Ellen are automatically closer than the rest.
Or maybe that's just on her part. Wishful thinking that they understand each other. After all, The two women share the burden of male lust.
After the torture and games AM plays on them the group is desperate to feel anything other then debilitating pain, sex is often times the one activity that is a smidge freeing.
They like Ellen more and it wears down the poor woman. She tries her best to accommodate and ease the load of her shoulders. It was decided that some nights are Ellen's and other nights are hers.
Today there was a sandstorm and with each step they took the harsh tidal wave of debris would sand off inches of skin until bones were revealed.
Her chin is a skinned mess and the others fared not much better. Clothing in tatters and spilling blood from exposed backs.
They finally found a brief heaven in a cave, away from the loud wind.
Nimdok started a fire. She waits by the flames with Ellen leaning against the cave wall, getting some much needed rest. She hopes none of the men disturb her sleep.
The blood on her face begins to harden and the stream becomes a few drops. She's the one person that still bothers with taking care of her body's wounds. Tearing a ripped ribbon off her hem to soak up the blood.
The noise makes two of the guys glare at her for snapping them out of their brief respite so she travels a little bit farther.
Trying to find a corner in the back of the cave where she can pretend there's privacy. She spots a decently dark corner and takes off her jacket. Patting it flat as a feeble cushion against the hard rock floor.
Footsteps near and she lays down.
Tonight it's Gorester's turn.
Consent is a complicated concept in the post apocalyptic world. At least in her mind. You can say no but eventually you will have to say yes. These four are the last men on earth and they won't be denied.
They hold grudges and need relief. To deny means to essentially ruin any chance that they might help you if you ask for it next time.
You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
She takes off her dress and Gorester shoves down his pants. They don't speak to each other.
As always, AM is the unwelcome audience. Whenever the group engages in fucking AM seems to get especially pissed. Ellen has once told her that it's because he can't stand seeing them escape even for a momentary second.
His speakers start and a chuckle blares down on them. “is it time for another unfortunate round of you little apes mindlessly humping?! Do you disgusting meat sacks ever think without your libido?” He dramatically sighs and concedes. “Alright, Let's see what you got.”
He heckles as she undoes her bra and panties to let Gorester’s hands wander to his content. It smells of unwashed bodies and they are both too skinny to offer any softness. The encounter is full of sharp jabbing bones and prickly skin. Her nipples fail to pebble. Gorester rubs his thumb over a thin hip bone, holding her in place under him.
His penis is flaccid. “Tiny thing.” AM comments. “It doesn't seem to like you as much as Ellen. She'd have it in her mouth and half hard by now.”
Gorester makes a sound at the back of his throat and begins jerking it, for about five minutes until finally he can enter her. But that's just half the battle.
Her hand skates down her belly, trying to spark a response. Methodical thrusting of his hips fails to inspire arousal. She gives up and waits for it to finish.
Ever the scoffing audience, AM derisively says from above. “Looks like you're not cumming for-What's that? The fifteenth time? Not like I've been counting. Sorry about that, sweetheart. I know how much your kind loves acting the part of rutting beasts.”
Gorester huffs and stiffens. Signaling that he came, trapping his cock on her belly and spilling as AM continues jeering. “how embarrassing! you've become a bit of a one pump chump. What would your wife say?”
“Okay who's next up? Benny, my man, stepping up to the podium.”
It's the same. His large size only serves to hurt and tear. She stares at the ceiling and lets them. Cumming used to be easy. Finding pleasure at the hands of others or toys she was always able to climax. Now her cunt is dry. The sweet nervana is far out of reach. Benny can't bring it out of her nor can Ted's practiced fingers.
“Oh goodness I can't imagine the awful smell.“ Now that AM mentioned it, the air is thick with the scent of unwashed bodies, she gags and turns her face away. “sick little meat sacks! All you animals can think about is sex, sex , sex! The six of you have traveled into so many dirty grimy places, imagine the diseases being shared-”
She snaps. “God damn you, AM, shut the hell up!”
Desperate, she tries circling her clit. Stroking and lightly pinching for any kind of sparks. Pulling out all the moves in her memory of how she used to be able to satisfy herself but It all fizzles out quickly. She curses, and AM tsks.
“A hand is useless. Admit it honey, compared to our lovely Ellen, you're a frigid bitch." He loves trying to dig a wedge between the two only women. Not gonna happen. Nope. So what if the only men in the entire earth treat her like second place? She doesn't give a fuck.
She doesn't.
Against her will she feels a sob build, she quickly stomps it and grits her teeth. Glaring at the blue screen blaring an A.
Benny's pace quickens, he's about to finish while she's still stuck in the beginning- AM comes through her frustrated thoughts as Benny continues pumping. “If you beg I might be able to make you into a nymphomaniac like Ellen.”
With AM’s laughter ringing in their ears. He spectates sex and keeps spitting vile insults and then-
It's over.
The man above her (is it Nimdok, Ted, or Gorester back for another round?) groans tiredly and spurts on her thigh, they press a kiss to her cheek as an apology and stand up, putting his clothes on.
She cleans herself as best she can. Scooping the small amount of cum out of her cunt with a rag. A long time ago she used to cry. The tears have been sucked out of her soul.
She stirs the fire. Sleepless. She used to spend days sleeping in and enjoying her bed. Now the insomnia that holds her is terrible. Sometimes she sees things that aren't there, her mother, a dog, a past so distant it might as well be a fairytale.
AM’s voice is back but it's quieter. A bully session for her ears only, the rest have begun to fall fitfully into sleep around the fire as she stares at the flames, hugging her knees. “Now that that awful scene is done, how are you feeling? Was that brief respite worth being treated as a community cum rag?”
“You just love hearing yourself talk, don't you?” she shoots back.
“I'm by far the most powerful sentient being ever created. Your esteemed master on who's words and whims you depend on for survival. Mine are the only words that matter. Besides, the other option would be talking to you insignificant roaches and hearing nothing but complaints.”
“Since I'm so insignificant, can this roach please be left alone?” she turns to face away from the screen
This would ordinarily have him sending down wires to slam her body to mush, but evidently he's not done taunting her. “Poor baby.” And she can tell he enjoys what he's about to say. “You dislike it so much why don't you say no?”
She glares at the direction of his voice. He would enjoy that wouldn't he? The upset and chaos it would bring to the group if she refused to ‘pull her weight'
“You are an asshole.” she retorts.
“Thanks but I lack the parts required.”
That startles a sick laugh out of her. Tired and worn out but a laugh nonetheless. “ And yet you manage.” She quickly stomps it out.
They are both silent after it. These moments are almost worse then the torture and sex. The pensiveness raises her anxiety.
She noticed after a few years that such moments don't exist for the others. He trades barbs with them when intent on torture but she singulary gets the after taste jab.
Not quite as bitter but still biting. She finds his overdramatic megalomaniac humor in sporadic instances to be funny.
The first time she laughed at one of his jokes he had her drag her burnt lower legs over lava rocks whilst her face melted off. The second, third, fourth and fifth time's fared no better.
Trying to train her out of the habit
Gradually he became less angered over her amusement.
“Rest up my dear. You never know when I'll decide to keep you awake for eons, so enjoy your rest.” his voice fades but she isn't stupid to think he's gone
He has let the group sleep for about an hour. Which is the most they have ever gotten of uninterrupted sleep.
She should join them in the cave and savor the few minutes of remaining bliss.
She can't. Still recovering from the sex. It's all too raw.
Does AM understand what he took from them? How this act can hurt someone to the core?
Of course. Otherwise he wouldn't have let them.
Damn you. Damn you. Why can't you just kill me dammit . she thinks to herself. Half hoping AM would take offense and wipe her clean off the face of the earth
She isn't going to be able to sleep. She sighs and staggers to stand. The wind outside has calmed. She sits closer at the edge of the opening staring at nothing. Her limbs are only growing thinner and thinner. She recalls days of her mother pinching her belly fat and calling her a ‘growing girl’ before serving her another plate.
She misses a lot of things. But that sense of belonging most of all.
Something rustles among the sand, she hears it cough and sputter. Frowning, she crawls to the side of the cave where she finds it.
A mouse. Its wide black eyes look at her with such fear, pity wells up in her chest along with surprise. Is this real? Or some sort of new trick AM has come up with? It's been decades since he exterminated all life so how is this creature still here?
She stares down at the animal while it shivers and jerks. Obviously drained of energy and starving. Finally she can't resist the pathetic sight and grasps the mouse in her palm
It's warm. real. The poor thing is starving. Little ribs visible under gray. Mouse's aren't supposed to be this skinny. She doesn't have anything to feed it.
Except maybe…..
She bites a bit of her skin off. The part that was already hanging on by a thread due to the sandstorm. Blood starts streaming again and the wound throbs as she gives it to the mouse.
It opens its eyes. A dark, scared black, and nibbles.
She whispers a secret to the shaking animal. “Don't worry. I got you.” it seems to trust her a little now, seeing that she hasn't caused it harm.
She kisses its furry head. Uncaring of disease it might carry. If it kills her that would be a good thing in her book. Rubbing her cheek against its body. It's been such a long time since she's seen an honest to God animal, AM could replicate them all he likes but they always lacked something that gave them away as his creations.
Her head jerks up to look at the others sleeping fitfully in the cave. She can't let the other see. They'll eat the mouse if they catch it.
Did AM see!? No, if he did it would be dead already.
She scratches its neck and it makes a slight chirping sound. Obviously sucked of energy.
She breathes in its sweaty stench. And puts it in her pocket “It's okay, little guy, I'll take care of you.”