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I sit in front of the farmer, at hand, always wearing my leather gear and my glasses circled with grease on my forehead. I took off my combat boots at his door, trying to be respectful and not follow the mud everywhere; it’s enough of a slum as it is. After I sit down, I take off my socks as well, and the relief spreads through my feet. The smell of my sweat rushes like a puff of invisible smoke and has gone just as fast.

“I think it’s going to be a good deal for everyone,” he says. “This will give your facility the space it needs for the irrigation ditch, and my people will have protection.” He rubs his graying beard, and I am suddenly aware of my own quick breathing.

He is right: with the technology that my facility, New Polina, can provide, farmers in the valley will be protected from radiation. Since we developed this technology, smaller facilities have become part of ours, allowing us to expand our ability to create food, pump clean water out of the ground and build safe homes for families. At this rate, we could rebuild the whole country. The next generation of children may never need to hear the story of the nuclear disaster that led us to this.

When I stretch my legs and rest my heels on the beanbag eaten by the moths, the farmer gently runs a finger along the sole of my feet. A tingling pulls me into my spine, because I know I will soon be face down with my bare in the air, allowing him to have his way. Most of these little “leaders” want a little something more for their cooperation, even in such desperate times.

 

My bulletproof vest and my travel gear are crushed on the ground, and the breeze whips a hole in the window on the curve of my back. The farmer’s dick slams into my asshole, and with those stiff thrusts, I know he’s close. My toes sting on the edge of his bed.

“I’ve heard rumors about you,” he says, teeth clenched, holding on as long as he could. “But I wasn’t sure.”

“They’re real,” one whispers. My cheek is leaning against his pillow, and he can’t hear me. Soon he grunts, shivers, and releases a load of into my. I was going through the moves all this time, just letting him do his thing, but I can’t help moaning as it fills me up.

Finally, he’s retiring. When I make eye contact, he beckons me, and I feel my cheeks rinsing. I walk to the bathroom and push his sperm, taking care not to drip on the floor. The tiles are cool. I wonder what Cynthia is doing while she waits for me to negotiate the agreement, having no idea of the negotiation in question… This.

When I’m clean, I walk naked from the bathroom and approach my gear. The farmer is standing, waiting to open the door for me.

“How many agreements have you reached in this way?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I said, dressing and not looking at him. “I spend most of my time in regulated areas, fighting radiation-infected psychos. Not much time to count.

I wonder how weird it is to think of someone as an infamous rebel hero and then make them bend so easily.

So when you’re not out there doing that, he said, you’ll be here with your open whenever we need it?

I said, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

He’s opening the door. Armed again, I’m going. The wind has calmed down.

 

I find Cynthia, always wearing her gear, dragging her crossbow onto a nearby windmill. His kevlar is decompressed.

“You shouldn’t be exposed here,” I say.

It turns to the sound of my voice. “Why can’t I get used to the sound of your footsteps?” she says.

“You were concentrating.”

She kisses me.

I met Cynthia on the road, back when I was still, looking over the wasteland and understanding how I could contribute to the repair effort. We started a small team, did some recovery work for the idiotic change, and professed our love for each other in a tent outside the city tattered. That’s the day I made an enemy of Byron Bolvek, the boss of airship looters hovering over the city, forcing people to live off the rubbish he and his army threw on the side of their veiled fortresses. If there had been any chance at the time, I would have ended Bolvek and freed his grip on the city. New Polina would never reach its full potential while these idiots were up there, sucking the resources dry.

In the tent, I promised Cynthia that I would run away when we got married. While we’re here, chatting, two women in love, I feel a drop of farmer’s sperm coming out of my hole. When she and I finally have sex one day, maybe she’ll think I’m a natural.

In a way, every chief of the colony knows my will to give up, and few of them fail to exploit it. I swallowed loads of, had my filled to the brim and pushed the sperm in front of rooms full of people. From time to time, the leaders have their way with me too. Once, a middle-aged woman put me on my back, put her foot on my chest, and stood there. Realizing people’s fantasies (or just helping them drain their tanks) had become instinctive to me, and something that continued to fascinate me as I went ahead.

I’m biting my lip.

She puts her arm around my waist. “You’re the best, Marna,” she says. “Do you know that?”

I nod the nod and I kiss her again.

 

Tonight, the inner circle of New Polina gathers at our HQ, a hollowed-out museum that survived the falling bombs. We stand around an old wooden table, nibbling on deradiated meat and taking small sips of water in ceramic cups.

Max, governor of New Polina, speaks first.

“Your contributions have all come a long way,” they say, playing with a hair tie. We all know that when Max puts his hair back, it’s time to get serious. “But a question came to my attention. Inventory has developed a constant shortage, which means that small amounts of resources are siphoned off by someone in our ranks. Any ideas?

Everyone’s holding their breath. My eyes dart towards Ailbe, the new girl, with her short black hair and her escarce personality. She grabs her crossbow as if she’s waiting for someone to attack us. Why is she so nervous?

“Think about it,” Max says, then looks at me. “Marna, I need to talk to you separately.”

The group disperses, including Cynthia, who will wait just outside. The only person left is Ailbe, resembling a glorified bodyguard.

“Why is she staying?” I’m asking you to do it.

Max gives me a mother’s look. “Because I want her to stay. She’s coming with you and Cynthia on this mission.

Oh, really? Someone of that green? Max must see something in Ailbe that I don’t have. But I also know that she is the only person in the room That I don’t trust, the only one that could have been sent here to sabotage New Polina.

Max founded this place, and they never misdirected me. I’m not going to start doubting that now.

“We can no longer support that,” Max tells me. “Bolvek and the airship looters must leave if we are to survive. You’re going to blow them up.

“Why me?”

“All three of you have the most diverse skill set of anyone here. Just look at these people, and the citizens of the city in tatters. They’re exhausted. No one’s going to fight. Moreover, Bolvek expects a generalized revolt, not a small group of saboteurs, much less a group led by his mortal enemy.

“It’s rubbish,” I said, recalling the day we first met. I gave him his scar. We almost fought to the death. Maybe now, if we get to town, I can finish what I started.

All the time Max talks, Ailbe stays in stock, lips closed, absorbing all of this.

When Max leaves us, Ailbe touches my hand. “It’s good to work with you.”

It’s going to be a hard-to-crack shell. But my life depends on her now.

 

On the third day, we’re camped by a ravine, and Cynthia is sitting on my lap. I feel the warmth of her buttocks through my pants, and I’m lit like hell. We are about a day’s walk from the city tattered.

Cynthia passes a finger through a cord of my hair as Ailbe approaches us, back from a pee break.

“Not much for miles,” she says. “I hope you have two days of snacks left.”

I i imagine the heap of dried pineapple and hardtack in my backpack. “It’s just a day’s walk,” I say.

“Not with the rain coming.”

So she’s in touch with the weather, too. It’s useful for our team, but there’s still something in it. I do not know.

“Where are you from, Ailbe?” It’s Cynthia asking this time, maybe doing the job for me.

Something like a smile runs through Ailbe’s face. I wonder if she is comfortable enough around us to share.

“My house looked like this,” she says. “I could see nothing but sand and clouds of dust all around, no fruit trees, no game to hunt – nothing safe to eat.”

Cynthia looks in love. I pinch his hip.

Ailbe continues: “But here I am. I did it. My mother and sister did not. I barely remember their faces anymore. Take a break. “I guess it doesn’t matter. What is important is to remove Bolvek and give people a chance. They’re counting on us.

“You don’t have anyone in your old life anymore?”

“No,” she said, “unless you count Lucy. She was my best friend until she met Bolvek. Ailbe moves his weight, grabs the handle of his weapon, then continues. “I was with Lucy through it all. His coming out, his hormone therapy, the long nights talking about us. Now she’s her lieutenant. Working directly against us. Trampling on the right people.

That’s useful information. This Lucy looks exactly like what we’re fighting. I’m going to have to remember to get her out before I make Bolvek beg for mercy.

 

The rain is hitting, as Ailbe said. We are in the vicinity of Irina Village, a dilapidated suburb of the city in tatters, and my leather is soaked through my skin. My hair is a tangled mop. I knock on the outside door of the city with my glove. A pair of eyes appear sit behind the tiny metal flap.

“What do you want?” “We don’t want refugees or any of Bolvek’s flunkies. Piss off.

“We’re from New Polina,” I say, hoping I look like the imposing presence That I should be considered.

“Oh,” he said, looking down at me. It makes a difference.”

Soon the door is open, and I’m face to face with a middle-aged man who reminds me of the farmer before. “That way,” he says, “and we’re there.

 

The mayor of Irina Village asks Ailbe and Cynthia to stay outside. I’ll give them the right one.

“Welcome,” the mayor said. “Marna, is that?”

I said, “Yes. I see that my reputation precedes me.

I said, “All right.”

The mayor is in his late forties, blonde with gray threads with roots. “You know,” she says, “the people of the Tattered City and Irina will do everything they can to support the cause of New Polina. Say the word, and we’ll have a militia on your back.

I’ve undressed my soaked leather, and I’m dripping into my underwear by the wood-burning stove.

“That would be extremely helpful,” I said. “Not for this mission, but after my undercover team has taken control, we will need a force to have our backs while we rebuild. You never know how many loyalists will come after us, or whether Bolvek’s army will remain organized once it is gone.

“I guess it’s just going to be stragglers,” she says. She looks at my butt, and I’m suddenly aware that I don’t even know her name.

She caresses one of my cheeks. “You’ve been everywhere,” she said. done so many unspeakable things on behalf of the people. That’s admirable.

I think I know what’s going to happen. I hope Cynthia’s a good distance away.

The mayor kisses me, and I can’t resist. Her lips are soft, inexperienced. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s had sex.

Soon, my underwear is off, his clothes are hummed around, and we’re on his bed. She plants kisses on my neck and then stops. “No,” she says. “Put your panties back on.”

It’s new.

I do what she says, preparing me to leave. Maybe the deal’s off.

Now, she said, getting your back here. I get up on the bed, lean in front of her, and she makes me lower my panties, slowly, taking the view from my. “Mmm, ” she moaned. “Shake it off.”

I sew a little, more humiliated than I have been for a while. I can feel my cheeks rinsing again.

She slowly inserts one finger into my, and another into my. Her breathing becomes heavy as I open for her. She whispers, “I’ve never been with a woman.”

I turn my head so that we have eye contact. “I’ll take care of you,” he whispers.

She fingered me in both holes until I started lubricating. “Fuck, ” I moaned, and she laughed. My moans must have told her that she was doing a good job. With her other hand, she gently caresses the rest of my body – thighs, ankles, feet – as if I were enjoying myself.

Finally, we move on to sixty-nine, with me on top, legs spread over the mayor’s face. Her toenails are covered with chipped blue varnish. As we leaned on each other, she said, “Tell me about other deals you have done.”

I raise my mouth over her flowing, and I start fingering her. “I once let a biker gang make me talk about myself for money.” We used the money to buy the first generators in New Polina, but she doesn’t need to know it now.

“Mmmph,” she moaned, more slippery there. I said, “More.”

“I was doubly penetrated by the leaders of an outlaw edgy city.” Then they became bodyguards for our elderly.

“So dirty,” she says. She’s very close now. She’s clenching one of my cheeks.

“I let the father of a girl fuck my asshole every day for two weeks, and then let her fuck me too. She never knew about me and her father. The father donated our new water pumps; The girl became the pointy woman of our first game of hunting.

“Ffffff” She lets out a long breath, then convulses with pleasure. I keep pumping my finger into it until it finishes cumming, then I roll out of bed. She should be satisfied now.

“Wait,” she said, panting. I said, “You don’t want to.”

“Snuggle? No, I’m caught.

“I mean you don’t want to enjoy it.”

“It doesn’t matter if I cum.” That’s half-true. No one made me come in a year. Most of them don’t even try; it’s just a matter of filling me with my end of the matter. I appreciate that she asks anyway.

I put on a set of dry clothes. The mayor kisses me, and I’m leaving.

 

A few hours from the tattered city, we crouch in the decrepit unit on the floor of a family home. Ailbe stands guard outside the front door, while Cynthia and I prepare to surrender. She crosses a finger on my lip, and a fire ignites under my belly button.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had an orgasm, and I want the next one to be from someone I love.

“We could,” I said to Cynthia. “Right now.”

“I save you,” she said, though I can feel that her blood is flowing too. Finally, we decide to put a wall of blankets between us while we sleep, to avoid touching each other. Our fingers float together and we sneer at it. Soon, her breathing becomes slow and measured, and she drifts. I am, thinking about the future.

 

When I wake up, my ears are clogged, and the air smells different. I’m lying on white dins in a flawless suite, unlike anything I’ve seen since before the disasters began. I look at my body: naked, except for a black thong.

“Well, you’re upstairs,” said the voice of a deep woman. I raise my arms to cover my breasts. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this, Marna. Byron’s orders.

“You work for Bolvek? Where the hell am I?

“The city tattered, of course. You were coming here anyway. We helped you.

I look at her well: long black hair, glasses, a button-down checked shirt. About my age.

She looks at me more – my legs outstretched, all naked – and I’m suddenly aware of how exposed I am. His voice gets softer. “Listen, Marna. I know what you must be thinking.

“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” I slam. “Let me get out of here.”

His composure doesn’t crack. She’s writing something on a little clipboard. “I really hope we can talk, Marna.”

“Stop saying my name.”

She looks up from what she writes. “It’s true,” she says. “You don’t even know mine yet. I’m Lucy.

The one Ailbe talked about. She must have drugged me in my sleep and dragged me here. Another slut, I’m going to get revenge soon.

“I know all about you,” I said.

“You really don’t have one,” says Lucy, “but we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other. You’ll be here for a while.

“The hell I’m going to. Why did you put me in this …” I’ll say the thong. “Who is that?”

“It’s yours now. Don’t take it off.

“Don’t order me.”

She sighs. “You get used to being ordered around this place. It’s not always nice, but it’s home.

I stop coming back at him for a second, and I hear a constant buzz over the building.

Lucy notices. “Ah,” she says. “The Andrade. It’s Byron’s airship. The jewel of the crown, so to speak. We’re at his base. Maybe you’ll have the opportunity to ride it someday. She looks up, as if seeing the airship through the dome-shaped ceiling, then comes back to reality, perhaps remembering that I’m here. “Anyway, the thong. It’s a very stupid flagship, I admit. But it is Byron who will take it away from you, when you submit to him. His idea.

“Submit to him? You must be joking. If he comes into this room, I’ll finish what I started.

She smiles. I said, “Okay. You’re doing that.

Soon she’s gone, and I’m alone.

 

In the morning, Lucy comes back.

“It’s time to take a shower,” she says. “You were so dirty when we found you that you barely passed our decontamination tests.”

Starting to accept my situation – or at least the fact that I’m here, and will have to cooperate if I’m going to plan an escape – I stand up and allow him to take me to the showers. She’s looking at my chest.

“Hey,” I say. “Are they going to clean me up, or what?”

“Oh,” said Lucy. Yes, I do.”

We move along the corridor, and I scan the faces of the armored soldiers who pass us, looking for Bolvek, waiting for my chance.

“Then,” said Lucy, in an alcove, “you know Ailbe?” How’s she doing?

“You’re telling me.”

She seems really confused, but just shrugs.

When we reach the whitewashed shower room, there is complete silence. Lucy’s rich voice breaks him. “I haven’t spoken to Ailbe in my life,” she says. “Is she okay?”

“Cut the act. I know she sold me to Bolvek.

“Marna… Not.

She starts the water for me, passes her hand under her to check the temperature. I put that gesture in my mind.

“Is that good for you?”

I’m running my fingers under the streams. I said, “Yes. That’s very good.

After My call, she gives me a little privacy. I hear the lock on the closed door behind her. I’m starting to struggle through where exactly in the city I am, how I can get out, what Cynthia thinks right now.

But the hot water does feel good. A layer of old grime silts and swirls around the drain.

Within minutes, Lucy knocks on the door, then enters. “All right, movie star,” she said. It’s time for your close-up.”

 

Back in my room, Lucy informs me where to sit, to introduce me to Byron Bolvek, my enemy.

“I’m not going to submit to him, Lucy.”

“Yes, you will,” she says casually. “Everybody does it.”

The automated metal door opens, and I shudder a little. Lucy puts her hand on my back, tangles a length of my hair. “It’s good,” she says. “I’m right here.”

Bolvek enters, surrounded by guards. He wears big boots, a wool coat, and a patch on the eye I took.

“Marna,” he said. “It’s been too long. I thought you’d be in combat gear the next time I saw you.

“I’m sure we can fix that,” I bark. “Let your morons give me back my stuff, and I’ll finish the job.”

“Such platitudes.” He shakes his head. He’s approaching me. “Get down on your knees.”

“Fuck you.”

Lucy gives me a look that says things will get worse if I don’t. I don’t know why she cares.

Soon I lower myself, the cold tile floor on my lap.

“Much better,” Bolvek says. “People will be surprised to see their hero like that.”

I bite my lip, holding the venom I want to spit out.

He’s looking at me. I’m not sure what he’s thinking – he’s probably wanted to fuck me for centuries, the pervert. But there is no admiration in his eyes, just satisfaction.

“I guess I should make you feel like a stranger,” he says, then shrugs his jacket, shirt, pants. His chest is smooth and covered with wolf tattoos. The bulge in his underpants presses forward, a few inches from my face now. “Are you ready to take the place that holds you back?”

And where is that,?

“On your knees, suck my dick, of course.”

“Fuck off.”

He smiles, unperturbed, then gets dressed. “Lucy, take care of this one. I’ll be back to visit him tomorrow.

Soon he’s gone. Lucy nods, no expression. Then I’m alone.

 

Throughout the evening, I am shown videos of Bolvek fucking several women in the same room. One is a steel-like blonde who looks like a warrior. They all start with a confident determination, but even the blonde eventually gives in, and her cock penetrates all their asses. I admit that the videos wet me, but it’s been a while since I touched anyone.

I notice that the women in the video are all wearing the thong I’m wearing now.

Lucy comes in when the videos are made, and asks how I’m doing.

“I’m not sure what it was supposed to do,” I said.

“Well,” she said, looking at my thong, “you lubricated.” She’s tapping on her clipboard, maybe thinking about a subject. “Your time here doesn’t have to be so bad, you know. Soon, Byron will own everything outside the city tattered.

She doesn’t look enthusiastic. Why is she here, then?

“Times were tough,” she says, as if I were reading in spirit. “What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t go back to the person I was. The person who couldn’t stand to see himself in the mirror. Bolvek had what I needed. I thought that by letting him take control of the City, it would be icing. But now I have job security that I never asked for.

“Did he fuck you?”

“He never touched me. He needed someone smart, and I needed to do what I had to do.

She’s looking at me. I’ve been naked for so long that I almost forgot.

“I’m glad you found yourself,” I said. She let her guard down. She looks more human than ever. “You seem like a good person. I could have used you in New Polina.

She smiles. “I don’t know what kind of farmer I’d be.”

We go like this for a while, then she pulls a deck of cards from her jacket, and we play a few rounds of poker until the night fades in the morning.

As she cleans the cards, our fingers touch each other. I think I can see a band of red appearing on his cheeks.

“I… I’ll be back to see you in a few hours,” she said. She stands, looking professional, and walks to the door. Before she closes behind her, she gives me one more look.

 

Later, Bolvek enters my room, already undressed. I’m standing up.

“No guards today?” I ask, trying to taunt him a little.

“None needed.” He’s touching my hip. His palm is warm against my skin.

“You could put on some clothes,” I said.

“Again, none needed it.”

I look down at his bulge, which grows slightly as he looks on my topless shape.

I ask him what happened to the women in the videos, the ones who wore that thong before.

“Don’t worry,” he said. It was washed before it was given to you.”

“That’s not what worries me.”

“Women were released after serving their goals. Of course, none of them were like you. No rebels, no heroes. Just women who hit my fantasy. But the thrill was in submission, in the moment when they all knew they needed … serve me.

“Then you owned them.”

“Always do it. They would come back to me if they were summoned. Did it ask you to see them submit to me?

He already knows the answer. Lucy would have already reported it to him.

“And you’re next, Marna.”

Lucy enters, this time with a video camera. She looks depressed. Something’s bothering him. She takes off her shoes and sits at the head of my bed.

“Don’t count on it,” I say. “We’ve been through this. You might as well bring your other henchman to try her luck.

I said, “Who?”

“Ailbe.”

Bolvek’s facial wrinkles. He looks at Lucy, as if to ask who I’m talking about. Lucy doesn’t give him anything.

“What a pitiful bitch you are,” Bolvek told me. Cynthia is our agent. She’s the one who betrayed you.

I said, “What?”

“She’s been chaining you for months, she’s playing a part. Everything she told you about her background is true: the poor gutter-rat thing was never an act. But gutter rats need money. The reconstruction took too long. People don’t have to believe that I do to sustain my reign. People are selfish. They will do what is beneficial to them at the moment, even if it affects everyone in the long run.

My heart is beating. Cynthia? An agent? Was it an act? The naïve and virginal nonsense was all done? Did she know I was fucking behind her back?

I want to spit out another insult, an intelligent line, but I know, deep in my chest, that Bolvek is telling the truth.

Lucy has the camera running now.

“But I’ve seen that this tattered city can never really be unified under me, since you’ve done such a good job of convincing everyone that they can be self-sufficient. So I’m going to take the Andrade and leave this place, for good. Your people will be left alone.

I look him in the eye. I have no words.

“You know what you need to do to make that happen. You’re a whore at heart. And you’ll be my slave. Give up your. Now there have been

He’s amazing. All this, just to get that “moment” from me, to dominate me.

I turn to Lucy. I lean forward, and the thong mounts my crack. My knees and palms sink into the bed. I’m on all fours.

Bolvek breathes hard, then slowly inches my thong down and slides it on my ankles. I hear him put aside his underpants, and he soon gets up on his knees behind me, his hulking shape on mine. He’s rubbing his dick between my butt.

“Look in the camera.”

I’m the one who’s doing it.

“What are you, Marna?”

“A pathetic slut,” I said.

Bolvek produces some kind of fancy lubricant from a drawer, and prepares me for it. Ignoring my pleasure, thinking only of his own lust, he slowly enters my, gaining speed as soon as he starts to push. My breasts flap and flap and flap.

I keep eye contact with the camera lens.

“Tell them,” Bolvek said, panting as I lowered. His dick is huge and hard, showing me no mercy. “Tell everyone what’s going on. The whole world will see it.

“Byron Bolvek fucks my ass,” I say. “I’m his whore, and he owns me.”

I feign enthusiasm in the camera, but Bolvek feels like all the other obligatory fucks I’ve ever had. No chance of me cumming, ever.

He ends up pulling his load on my cheeks. Part of it gets on the small one from my back. When he retires, he admires his work. I know enough to stay leaning.

“My coronation conquest,” he said. I can feel my gaping. “Don’t you think you are my crowning conquest?”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

My new master laughs. “Eat my sperm,” he commands.

I rub some of his from my before it flows to the center, and I suck on my own fingers. It’s coppery, it’s bitter. I swallow everything.

“Would you like to eat the rest, my whore?”

“Yes, Master.”

He takes a satisfied breath. I know that I must speak to him with respect from now on, to recognize his dominance. Why did I think I could resist?

My master rubs his cock on my buttocks until it is covered with cum.

“On your knees, please.”

I kneel before him. Lucy follows with the camera. His dick is soon in my mouth, and I swallow all his load of cum.

“Do you feel like a rebellious warrior now?”

“No, Master.”

“How do you feel?”

“Your anal bitch, Master.”

He smiles. “And what is your true self? The warrior or my?

I have eye contact with him. “I’m your anal bitch. I never want to be anything else.

“You should thank me for allowing you to achieve your true goal.

I feel my head drop, and soon I bow to Byron Bolvek, naked on the cold ground. “Thank you, Master. I hope I’m a worthy slave.

There’s a drop of semen on the floor in front of me. I touch my tongue and lick it. I can’t waste my master’s seed.

He gets dressed and goes away. I wonder when he will remove the airship, if he will take me with him.

I look at Lucy, expecting her to look blissfully satisfaction behind the camera. But she looks sorry for her. Disappointed.

“Lucy, I.”

Without a word, she turns off the camera and leaves the way she came.

 

My master fucks my ass twice a day, first in the morning, and the only breakfast I have the right to have is a load of his sperm. In the middle of the day, Lucy comes in and makes sure I’m ready for the evening fuck, getting ready and cleaning. She keeps watching my showers, but she doesn’t talk to me as much as she did before.

“Lucy, ” I said to him one night when I got out of the shower. She wraps me in a towel and avoids eye contact.

“He’s waiting,” she said. “We’re going to talk another time.”

For at least a week, she says that. I’m starting to wonder when Bolvek will stop his attack on Tattered City, renounce his dominance. Maybe I’ll ask him when he gets in.

I stand naked in front of my mirror, touching myself with perfume, doing my nails, making sure I am exactly as he wants me. When he enters, I kneel and bow my head on the floor. It takes a while to enjoy the view, to soak up the fact that I finally capitulated.

“Get up, whore.”

I look up, but I can’t stand up. He touches my chin, then guides me to his dick, which I suck with abandon.

“What do you want out of life, Marna? If you could choose something?

I take it out of my mouth briefly.

“I want to serve you, Master.”

I’m his property now. The property has no choice. The property does not need to be heartbroken.

I start sucking his balls, and his dick rests on my forehead.

Finally, he bends me. As always, he doesn’t try to please me, to include me, to do something other than get away with his own ego. I know I have to serve him, but I feel like we made a deal that he does not want.

He gets off my ass, then sits on his back and points to his hard cock, which is covered in the moisture from my hole. Without hesitation, I suck him vigorously, as rough as he likes it.

“Oooh,” he moaned, close to cumming. A slut in her natural habitat. That’s what you were supposed to do.

“Yes, Master.”

“The ultimate submission is a woman sucking a cock after he was in his butt, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Master. I submit to you.

He explodes, shooting me on the face and chest. I lick the points where they land.

Breathing hard, he stroked me. I hope he considers me a good slave. Resigning myself to the fact that I might never be able to leave his side, even after he has cancelled the attack, I begin to fully believe it: in Bolvek as my master, in my submission to him. For now, I’m going to keep a small part of myself, in case I go out one day. In the meantime, I’m going to serve.

Lucy walks into the room.

Bolvek says, “Maybe I should make you suck Lucy’s dick. What do you think?

Lucy takes a step back, perhaps hoping it’s a joke. She’s mad at him. It’s kind of a violation.

When she’s not playing the game, he gets serious. He does not stop caressing me by admitting to her.

“I didn’t call you here, Lucy. I’m playing with my slave. My slave values his time alone with me, isn’t he, slave?

“Yes, Master.” I don’t look at Lucy as I said.

“I… I know, said Lucy, curiously hesitant. It consists of itself. “I want the cleanup to start as soon as possible. I do double duty on the command deck.

I said, “All right.” My master stands, then looks at my body covered in. “Bow, slave.”

I kneel and bow to his feet.

“You are truly the best servant I have had,” he said, “and the only one who calls you my slave. I knew you were going to get things done my way eventually.

I remain silent, my head down. He did not tell me to speak.

“Good girl.”

“Byron,” says Lucy. “Please.” There’s an emergency in his voice. She wants him to leave, and it’s not just because of his work.

It finally forces me, leaving me in my humiliation.

Lucy gets me up, cleans me and makes my bed. But this time, she’s staying with me. She unwraps her jacket pocket, and distributes the cards again.

“Always friends?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say. “Of course. Sorry for what happened there.

“Don’t worry about it.” She looks at her hand, gets her face. “But Marna, you must know that I would never try to make you do something you didn’t want to do. Not like him.

“He’s my master,” I said. “He can do whatever he wants to his slave.” I look at my toes the way I say it. Lucy looks at them too, as if she wanted to tell me that every part of me is beautifully made, and worth more than that.

“You’re good at tellingwhat they want to hear,” she says.

It’s on me. But there’s more, I think.

When we finished playing, we joked a little about our past lives, about what we might have been if she hadn’t joined and if I hadn’t been a freedom fighter who got caught.

Soon it’s time to stop for the night. When she left, I notice that she left the Queen of Hearts on my sift. At first glance, she wrote a message:

It does not cancel the attack. He played you.

 

Midnight is coming. My mind is running out. The idea that New Polina is in danger pulls me out of this game of master/slave, floods me with the person I was before, the warrior. I think of Cynthia, the betrayal, the way I harassed Ailbe, who was just trying to help me from the beginning. And then there’s Lucy. Confident, unwavering Lucy. His pale skin, his lips, his lanky shape. The way she looks at me. The way she tolerates me. The way I think it …

Wait. The keyboard lock on my door is not on.

I stamp to the door and try the handle. It’s unlocked. Lucy wants me to follow her.

I slink naked down the hallway, and finally find my way to her room. I feel my heart rate speeding up as my fist hovers in front of his door. I mean, I’m knocking.

Lucy answers in a blood red dress and bare feet.

“Marna. You’ve come. I wasn’t sure. She risked a lot to bring me here. She knows I know.

I respond by pressing my lips to hers. One of his hands finds my hip, the other my cheek. She kisses in return. Soon, our languages are floating together. She lets out a tiny groan as she squeezes my buttocks slightly. I can say that she wanted it for a while.

Soon we are tangled in each other’s arms on his bed. She throws the sheets so that we can see the whole shapes of the other. None of us want to miss a moment.

I slip my hand to her crotch, and she bites her lip. I don’t think anyone’s been there for a long time. When she nods home, I know it’s normal to untie the dress. I move the red curtains to the side, and Lucy’s hard cock is soon in my hand. My warmth must surprise her, because she throws her head back that I begin to jerk her gently.

“Suck me,” she whispers. But this is not an order. She doesn’t want to rule me. We’re going to fuck like equals.

I ease it between my lips, and I take in its glorious moans that my mouth soaks. I stop when I feel like it’s about to burst.

“Your turn,” she said, pushing me happily on my back. She lowers her face between my legs, and this is the first time in ages that someone has come after me. His tongue probes me, and I make him moan. Pleasure burns, almost a foreign feeling. I watch her squirm in the air as she licks, and we both laugh when licking becomes so much for me that I rip her hair long.

It crawls over me, and we kiss once more. I taste on his mouth, fresh as ever.

“Marna…” She. I know what she wants. We both want it.

We’re changing places, with Lucy on our backs and me riding on her. Her dick goes into my pussy, and I can’t keep my shock moan inside. She smiles at me, I smile back, and then my hips start to rock. As we fuck, with her hands exploring every part of my skin, I lean forward, my breasts shaking on her face, getting closer to her as I can. We look into each other’s eyes, both astonished. For perhaps the only time in one of our lives, we make love as equals, like our true self.

I feel something being built in me. Lucy whispers something over and over again, almost like a foreign language. When I really listen, I recognize what she says: “Cum for me.”

I haven’t had an orgasm in over a year. It doesn’t take much longer for me to get there.

It hits me like an overheated wave. Lucy must cover my mouth to prevent my cry from reaching the ears of the guards in the hallway. I shudder and vibrate, my breaths coming in small bursts. His hand smells of sweat and perfume.

I roll to the side and recover. Lucy caresses herself gently, looking at me, perhaps proud that she was the only one to break my orgasm quickly.

My breathing is slowing down. Then I feel Lucy’s cock against my ass cheek. It’s time to give him the prize.

“What can I do for you, lover?”

“I want what everyone got,” she laughs.

I hardly know what she means. Then she puts me on my knees and bends me on all fours.

Here we go.

She gently gently gently shoves my asshole with her saliva, then pushes her cock against her until I open for her. She rests her head there, breathing hard, taking in what is about to happen. When she grows back, she’s there. My rectum absorbs the length of it, and it grows slowly, trying to hold cumming for as long as it can. She wants to enjoy it. I want her to enjoy it too.

The residual feeling of my own orgasm saturates me again, and I’m inundated with pleasure as it edges itself inside my. She starts hitting me, not hard enough to hurt, and I feel my cheeks tapping her abs. She’s got the deep ones.

Lucy’s thought in my asshole is too much for me, and I cum again, creaking my joy in the duvet. She arrives like me, covering her mouth this time, keeping a hand wrapped around my hip so that I feel it when she cums. Its load of rockets in me, and this is the most welcome thing I’ve felt in a long time. PleaseI’m like, Don’t ever stop. Cum in me forever, Lucy.

When she’s done, she’s very kindly freeing herself from my buttocks. She kisses the kid from my back. We laugh until the sperm drips from me, but it doesn’t work. She must have been so deep in my that everything’s going to stay there. Our lips are reunited.

“Lucy, I…”

“It’s good,” she says. “I told you I’d be there for you. And I’ll never walk on you again.

 

Over the next few nights, Lucy and I continue to meet. It always makes me enjoy first, making sure I’m happy. The second night, she said, “I want to do something you’ve never done before.”

I plant my ass next to her on the bed, then cradle her cock between the soles of my feet. She makes eye contact with me, looking at me as if I were something of mythology. I jerk her off with my feet, and as she experiences my sweetness on her, she loses control. The sperm fountains out of it as she clutches the sides of the bed, moaning and shivering.

His sperm looks good on my toes. There’s going to be things to do.

On the third night, she enters again vaginally while I lie on my back and holds her between my thighs like a vice. After releasing her load in me, she moaned, “I love you.”

I don’t even need to think about it. “I love you too, Lucy.”

For a moment I am able to forget Bolvek, able to forget that I have no plan to get out of here and get the airship away from the city. But Lucy’s face, as joyful as it is to hear me confess my feelings, has a determination behind her.

 

Bolvek walks into my room for his morning fuck. He is not enthusiastic, distracted by something. Maybe he knows what’s going on between Lucy and me.

He bends me without words and fucks my asshole as I say “Yes Master, yes Master” until he cums. Its load is hardly anything, and it drips from my in no time.

Taste your, slave.

I kneel, arch my toes against the ground, and suck his cock. I hope wherever Lucy is, she can’t see that.

“Would you be my whore forever?”

“Mmhmm.”

At one point, it was true: part of me wanted it. There was a comfort in her. But Bolvek is no different from what he ever was: a deceitful bastard who will get what happens to him.

I said, “Bow.”

I’m the one who’s doing it. Maybe it’ll convince Bolvek that I’m loyal just long enough.

But one thing is certain: this is the last time I will let him touch me.

 

At night I wait for him again, but instead, Lucy enters, her plaid shirt hanging open, strangely out of the uniform. The atmosphere of the ship is different, as if it were about to move.

She is out of breath and grabs a black cloth bag, which she soon throws on my bed.

“For you,” she said, “if you remember what it is.”

I’m opening the bag. Inside, there’s a white blouse, two dresses, dress pants.

Clothes. How long has it been since I’ve been dressed? And they’re not mine. Maybe they are now, but they must be Lucy’s.

“Lucy, what’s going on? Where’s Bolvek?

“He had an accident.”

I will not ask him to elaborate. I don’t care if he’s in the br.ick or in a fridge somewhere.

“So…”

“So I’m in charge now, Marna. And I say you wear clothes if you want. I also say that you no longer have to stay in this cell.

She risked everything. For me?

“I thought you’d want to take one last shower while I awkwardly stand out,” she says.

I feel smiling. “I think we’ve gone beyond that,” I say.

She takes me to the shower, but instead of standing like a sentry and watching me, she joins me. The shower is just spacious enough that she can move her naked body next to mine, and it’s not long before our hands are all on each other. I lean forward with my palms against the wet tile, and she kneels to rim me and finger me until I can’t take it anymore. I cum for it, without fear of letting my pleasure flow into my voice.

When I turn around to kiss her, she is always kneeling.

She lifts one of my feet, caresses the sole, and inserts my big toe into her mouth. She sucks gently while caressing, and I can’t believe how happy she looks. Her hair and skin are soaked by the stream of water, and as she gets closer to the release, I sit on the side of the bathtub and stretch my feet, touching them together in front of her cock.

Finally, Lucy explodes in a flurry of moans, and shoots her on my feet. I keep them lying down, looking over what she gave me. It slides between my toes. We make eye contact and laugh.

 

I dress, enjoying the feeling of fabric against my skin.

“You were right,” Lucy said, following her to the stairwell leading to the airship deck, where I’ve never been. “New Polina is more utopia than the tattered city could ever be. You’ve done so much, Marna. For so many people. I hope this … I hope that letting you go will somehow compensate for what I did.

We stop at the trapdoor.

“Lucy, I’m not going to come back without you.”

She looks me in the eye, she considers that.

“I’m not going anywhere without you either,” she says. “Always again. I love you.

We kiss, and with one hand, she opens the hatch. The air is blowing. We’re going up to the bridge. I haven’t seen the sky in months. I almost forgot he was here. The breeze is ripe with possibility.

“Would you like to take a walk before you go home?”

Home. New Polina. Everyone is waiting: Max, who will be proud of their number one agent, having no idea what I’ve been through. Ailbe, to whom I owe an apology. Cynthia, who’s probably been gone a long time now. But it’s better that we don’t see each other again. Maybe I’ll heal faster like this.

I do not know. There’s so much I don’t know.

“Yes,” I say. “Let’s do it.”

Lucy sends a message to the ship’s operators, and soon we turn out, leaving the city tattered to her own devices. Maybe one day it won’t be in tatters.

As we wrap ourselves in the sky, Lucy’s hand wraps around mine. The city gives way to mountains, trees, clouds. I think of how easy it would be to get lost in this view. I hope it’s just as easy to get me back.

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