The Wasteland: Intro
#1 of The Wasteland
I was gasping for breath, hunched over with my hands on my knees. I finally managed to escape those psychos. Once I collected myself, I got a good look at my surroundings. The world sure went to hell in a hurry. Everything looked so...dead. The earth was dusty and brown, all the trees were bare. Yet the moon cast it's pale light down as if nothing was wrong. Once I heard that bombs were going to fall, I became pretty desperate to save myself.
Of course, I managed to find someone who would let me into his bomb shelter. Some rich bastard who needed a little company. His shelter guaranteed safety from the bombs, but only for so long. For about a year, I satisfied the considerably older bear whenever he wanted me. He loved the idea of taking a young slender teen like me. I'd service him in the mornings with my mouth, his meat crammed down my tight throat as I obediently swallowed his white gooeyness. Afterwards, he'd give me some food, and that's how it worked. If there was something I wanted or needed from him, he was more than willing to give it to me for a favor or two. And every night, he would take me as roughly as he could, telling me that what I was getting for it was his shelter and security. However, even he didn't have unlimited supplies. The day he ran out of food, he became hysterical. I walked into the kitchen when he came behind me, putting a gun up against my head. He said he was going to kill me and use me for food. My heartbeat picked up as I panicked. But if there was something I learned, it was how to push the big bear's buttons just right. I turned around, and began kissing his chest. My hands rubbed his inner thighs as I told him I wanted my daddy bear to cum inside me one more time. He loved it when I called him that. I began fondling his junk before giving his heavy balls an enjoyable squeeze. He grunted and relaxed, which is when I made my move. I snatched the gun out of his paw, and took off towards the heavy metal doors that led outside. He came after me, so I turned and pointed the gun directly at him. He stopped for a few seconds, but then he doubted my ability to shoot. He lunged at me, and let's just say I blew his mind away.
Once I left, I began to wander around, trying to find any life available. I got what I was looking for when I entered a seemingly abandoned and decrepit mall. A group of rapists, killers, and generally evil people had taken up residence there. I never had so many guns pointed at me before. They wore a bunch of makeshift armor over seemingly regular clothing. They argued over what to do to me, some wanting to kill me, but most agreed I looked good enough to keep around. For about the next month they kept me detained, doing with me as they wished. The men and even the women had their way around me whenever they pleased. They tried to intimidate me, constantly grabbing me and putting a knife up against my throat whenever they finished fucking me, saying that if I ever tried to get away they would kill me. I dealt with it for about a month before I found my opportunity to escape. They must've had a rough night because they were all fast asleep. I carefully tiptoed my way to their stash of belongings. Pretty stupid to keep everything in one room, but it worked out for me.
First, I grabbed some dirty socks and a pair of black combat boots, quickly putting them on in case I need to make a fast dash. Second, I grabbed as many weapons as I was comfortable with. I slung a black pump-action riot gun over my back, two combat knives that slid into my boots' straps, three grenades tied together in a convenient belt, and two sleek black handguns. I found a bag that I wrapped around my waist to keep some ammo in. And then, I heard footsteps coming in my direction. I quickly hid behind a pile of clothes as a drunken coyote came stumbling in. I grabbed some clothes, hoping it fits me later on, as I snuck around the coyote. He was looking at a couple different bottles of whiskey as I made my way out. Then, watching my movements carefully, I came to the front doors. Once out in the open, I ran as fast as I could, trying to put as much distance between me from them as I could.
And now, I'm here. I took off my weapons and began putting the clothes on. The black shirt I had showed off my smooth belly and lower back. It was a little loose around my shoulders. It had big white letters saying "Fuck You!". I slid on a pair of snug boxer briefs before looking at the shorts I grabbed. I stood in the moon's light with a pair of jean short shorts in my hand. It had a plaid pattern strip of cloth around the belt loop and frayed around the edges and pockets. It doesn't surprise me that they didn't bother to seperate the men's clothes from the women's. Well damn. I guess it's better than nothing. I *attempted* sliding them on. They were unbelievably tight, but after a few yanks, I got them on. After re-epuipping my weapons, I began the wandering game again. This time, however, I was prepared for what this wasteland had in store for me. Or...was I?