New City

[Durango24]

Perhaps there will be a second part to this. :D

It was dead. Not just the once bustling city streets but the lives of those who’d made the city what it had been and, in the end, led to its demise along with the rest of the nation. The only relic of life ever even existing, as it seemed from a glance, were the buildings that stood in the city. The cars that were parked, unused for years, in lots or in the middle of the road. The unlit but fashionably decorated stores on almost every corner, each advertising a need that the humans had felt necessary. Now, however, nobody needed any of it. Nobody wanted the plasma television or the portable, satellite radio, or even the turbo engine hybrid car. All that was important, all that was necessary now, was anything to keep the last band of survivors alive.

Footsteps echoed in the city, sound waves bouncing off the mammoth buildings and reflecting back in twice their normal frequency. Running. Not one, but two people.

In the lead was a man in ragged, torn, black pants and a matching color shirt. His eyes seemed frantic and filled with desperation. Behind him, a gunshot blasted and slammed into a nearby cars tire, blowing a hole in it. The pursuer had missed but was persistent. As light shed upon her, a glimmer of light bounced off her gun at the same second she fired again and this time, the shot collided with the man, dropping him to the pavement. Slowing down, she walked over to him and jammed her boot down into his chest, keeping her foot there as he looked up at her. The pistol took aim at him once more and his eyes shifted to the end of the barrel.

“Please... Don’t...”

She offered him a light smile, almost comforting in a strange way, before her finger snapped back on the trigger, ending his life. She holstered the gun and crouched down next to him, sliding her finger to his neck and verifying the lack of pulse. With two hands, she flipped him over on to his stomach and padded him down for anything he was carrying. She pocketed his wallet, his watch, and the gun he had but never got the chance to use on her. Then, she stripped off his pants. His shirt. His socks, shoes, underwear... everything. Everything had value to her. To anyone. When she stood back up, the clothes all bunched in her hand, the man lay naked on the city street, dead.

Her head snapped back and her dark eyes frantically glanced over her shoulder. Nobody was there. But, she couldn’t be sure. Quickly, she darted off and away from the man.

The city got cold fast that night but she was prepared. She had sewn the clothes off the man into somewhat of a blanket for her, wrapping it around herself as she sat against the brick wall of the building overlooking South street. From her perch on the fire escape, she couldn’t be reached and could hardly be seen to anyone who, by chance, might pass by. Just the way she liked it. She pulled her legs to her chest, covered by the only pair of dark green khakis she owned, and wrapped her bare arms around them. Then, slowly, she let her head rest against her knees and drifted off to sleep.

“Take it all!” a heavy voice rang off. “We’re going to need this shit.”
She snapped back to life. It was morning. Voices surrounded her and, slowly, she peered over the edge of the fire escape into the alley below and noticed two men sifting through a garbage.

“What about this?” asked the skinnier man, holding up a bag full of rocks.

“We need everything. Anything. You heard Smith.”

The man shrugged and tossed the bag of rocks into a cart.

“And remember.” the larger, almost bald man said. “Any females are to be brought in as well. That’ll get us extra pay.”

Irony had its moment because, at the very instant he finished those words, a lady walked by the alley pass. She seemed to be in her early thirties and didn’t seem overly concerned about wandering these now dangerous streets. However, when she saw the two men in the alley, she felt different.

“Well hello there, missy.” the bigger man said, pulling a whip from its holster which had been fastened to his side. “Aren’t you just a sight for the eye?”

“I ... was just passing. Good day to you.”

When she turned, the smaller man was blocking her path, a small dagger in hand that gently poked her in the gut.

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“Leaving so soon, dear?” he said, grinning widely. “But we were just getting to know each other.”

“I... I know who you are and who you work for. Please... Just let me pass.”

The two men, their hormones raging beyond control now, both worked to push the woman into the alley and fasten her hands together with some scavenged rope.

“Let’s take her in to Smith.”

The larger man pushed up against her, sucking on her neck and kissing downward, shaking and breathing heavier. He inhaled through his nose, taking in her scent.

“It’s... been so long since I’ve... touched a lady... Smelled her... Before the war... Ten years...It’s so erotic... You know that, darling?”

From her perch, she watched with gritted teeth. Jumping down and helping her was an increasingly ideal option. That was, however, until two more men appeared in the alley.

“Smith said he–“ one of the two newer men who entered, a rifle strapped over his shoulder, stopped dead in his words as he goggled the sight of a woman.

“Fuck Smith.” the larger man said, his hand now sliding between the lady’s thigh. “He only wants us to turn in a female to him so he can have a piece of the action and pay us off for it. I say... we keep this one and find a vile whore of a woman for him.”

The men, taken in by their sexual desperation, couldn’t resist.

“I call her first. Fifteen minutes. Then, whoever else can take their turn.”

Unable to contain himself any longer, he ordered the girl into the now empty trash bin. Then, he climbed in after her.

“Keep guard if you want your piece. If Smith comes, let me know.”

He shut the top of the container and then, there was a momentary silence. Then, the sound of some fumbling could be heard which was followed by the light, pleasured groan of the man. When they knew he had her under control, the men waiting outside for their turn began to talk to one another, waiting.

As she watched on from the fire escape, her blood boiling, she could hardly contain herself. These men were savage pigs and she wanted them to pay for what they were doing. But, her reasoning won her over and she knew that jumping down and trying to play the hero would only get her killed. These men were all armed and very dangerous, especially in this state of mind. It was then she realized how risky it was for her to be in such close proximity to them. If they saw her... she didn’t want to think about it. She had to move on. Find a new place to go.

Slowly, she backed up until her back was to the window inside the building.

“Hey guys!” another man yelled, coming in off the street. “They found Tom dead on the sidewalk. Someone shot him down.”

The shorter man, technically next in line for his turn with the girl, glanced carelessly over at the new guy in the picture and shrugged.

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“So what? He was a jackass anyway. Didn’t do any good for Smith.”

“Yeah, and what are [you] doing?”

“I’m waiting to get my piece of ass. If you want in, then get on line. If you wanna go be a rat, get the hell out of here and let me enjoy it before Smith kills me.”

Suddenly, the metal weight on the fire escape screeched down from thirty feet up. Underneath it stood the smaller man and, at the last second he jumped, narrowly averting what could’ve been his death. Unfortunately for him, the weight plowed into his legs as he lay on the ground and he cried out in utter dismay. The mens attention shifted upward but they only caught a glimpse of the girl as she jumped into building, knowing her way around by heart as she made her escape out the other side.

That night, she followed the larger man back to Smiths. She'd searched for his location ever since he killed off her sister. Tonight, though, wasn't time for her revenge on him. Not yet, anyway.

In her mind, she had pictured a massive warehouse filled with his cronies, guarding him with assault rifles and traps. However, that was not the case. This Smith character resided in somewhat of a wooden shack in an alley that wasn't even guarded.

As the large man entered, she slipped around the back of the building and listened carefully.

“Sir.”

“Go ahead, Daryl. What’s the problem?”

“Tom was killed, as you know. The guys and I believe that someone is out to kill us off, one by one. We’re not sure why or who, though. Maybe another gang?”

There was a silence for a moment.

“I’m not sure, Daryl. However, I want you to find out and put an end to it.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. And, for the items you scrounged for me today, around the back I’ve left you a case full of fresh fruits, foods, and drinks along with some ammunition. Continue the good work, Daryl.”

Daryl nodded slowly and turned.

“Oh, and Daryl.”

“Yes?”

“When you find a woman–“

“Bring her to you, sir. I know.” He lied.

“Good.”

She glanced down and, at her feet, rested a suitcase. Quickly, she crouched down and opened it and, sure enough, it was packed with what Smith had described. As she heard Daryl approach, she slid around the other side and waited. She heard the suitcase open then close. He then headed off in the direction north of the shack, away from it and towards a small abandoned delicatessen.

She knew Daryl had worked for Smith for a while. Smith trusted him but Daryl, deep down, didn't give two shits about Smith. He only used him to stay alive. Unfortunately for Daryl, he had to kill some people for his share of the foods and one of those people was her sister.

Daryl set his suitcase down and sighed with content. His back to the door, he opened up the suitcase and pulled out a banana. However, before he even got to peeling it, his female stalker sent the butt of her gun down on to his head and watched him drop to the ground. He lay there, his head spinning as he saw her above him and heard the click of something as her hands fidgeted at her waistline. She snapped off her belt and dropped it. Regaining his sight, he saw her drop her pants to the ground above him and kick them off after her boots. In her mind, there was only one way to end his life and a gunshot was too quick and painless. She crouched down over him and reached back, using her belt to tie his hands together before she hovered over him with her panties over his face.

“Who... Who are you?”

“The name isn’t important. I’m simply here to end your miserable, pathetic fucking life. Any questions, bitch?”

He grinned some, chuckling at her confidence.

“Killed by a bitch? Not me, darling. You should’ve seen the broad I banged up earlier. Did you know her?”

She shook her head, feeling the anger swell inside of her again.

“Nope. But I heard you mention something about enjoying the scent of a female. It’s erotic, I believe you said. Well, you’re in luck, hon, because that smell is what you’re going to die with.”

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Before he could think of a response to her, she already had her panties off and her pussy down on his face. It had certainly been some time since she showered. She was aware of it though and knowing how bad it was for him only made it better for hert. With her hands gently holding his head against her cunt, suffocating him, she became aroused. At first, she considered playing with his dick to help her reach a climax but decided against it. It'd been too long since she last had one and she needed something better than that. Besides, he didn't deserve the handjob. Her eyes suddenly set on something and a grin formed on her face. He felt her weight shift slightly as she reached over his head and, in her hand, held the banana he had been about to eat.

She dropped his head to the floor but quickly moved up so her weight pushed the back of his head hard into it, crushing it. She put both legs on either side of his face and stretched her legs out straight. He felt her wriggle some, getting comfortable with her pussy on his face, before finally settling. His head screamed with pain and he needed air. She, however, had other plans. She put the banana to her now wet folds and inserted it, slowly pushing it in and out. It was a perfect fit and it felt great. Daryl was desperate for air as she pushed the fruit in and out of herself.

She continued to fuck herself at his expense, occasionally grinding down hard on to him before rapidly pushing the banana in and out of herself. She'd moan from time to time and it didn't take long before she completely forgot about him.

After about ten minutes, she came. Her pussy convulsed on his face, plowing his head into the ground as she erupted all over him until it finally ended. She gently removed the banana from her cunt and wiped it across his forehead before setting it down. Then, she smiled down at him as his eyes, begging for mercy, looked up at her from between her curvaceous, warm thighs.

As cum seeped out of her cunt, she said nothing to him. She knew it wouldn't be much longer before he died. Her light, pleasureful smile said it all. He lost. She won. And, as he came to accept it, he gave up his struggle and succumbed to her with a last, hopeful thought that someone would avenge him.

After about ten minutes of sitting on him, making sure he was done, she stood up. She wasn’t going to bother washing herself off. Not for these men. She was going to take them all out with her cunt or ass. All of the ones who condoned rape. And, with each orgasm she had, she’d make sure to not clean her cunt until she finally got to Smith and let him have her messy pussy as it suffocated him.

That night, she found shelter in a nearby building. Perhaps this city had more to offer to her than she thought. Even if it was vengeance... it still felt good. And now that was all that mattered to her.

[taz101]

Hey Durango..was this the story you were gonna do like my Female Assasin one?

[Durango24]

Taz,

Yes. It's a cross between that idea and some other things. :bananajum

-Durango

[grizley]

Don't stop now, she has a whole lotta sittin to do.