The world as we knew it ended when the bombs dropped, but nuclear war wasn’t the worst thing to happen during the great war that ended the world. History is hard to piece together from the vantage of the shattered wastes, but this is what we know: somehow across the world an experimental mutagen got released along with the nuclear holocaust. This strange chemical agent mixed with the bombs and radiation and the nuclear winds that followed.
The mutagen changed the radiation. In high doses it is still deadly, but mostly it now just mutates the living. After the bombs impossible pulp fiction imaginings of the apocalypse become a reality. The mutations differ from region to region and countless abnormalities wander the post apocalyptic wastes. Lumbering monstrosities constructed of torn flesh and claws, or disfigured humans that are little more than zombies stagger across the barren wastes. They all share one thing in common, though: the most mutated are driven by basic, carnal needs. If their stomachs are filled, they seek to feed their overwhelming lust.
No one is left untouched by the mutations, but some are luckier than others. While disfigured faces, stinking sores or mutated limbs are the norm, some suffer less hideously. Many people have unnaturally colored hair or eyes, or are taller or shorter than average. There are even frequent tales of mutations granting abilities that might be considered a blessing; things like inhuman strength or speed, unnaturally fast healing, even inhumanly large sexual organs.
But like the mindless abominations, all of humanity now suffers an increased libido. Even the sanest of survivors find it hard to keep their lust in check, especially if they haven’t gotten off recently.
The Wasteland is a vast expanse of countless different post-war cultures and creatures, but a few organizations can be found nearly everywhere. One of them is the Wasteland Rangers, a group that can trace its history to the law bringers of the prewar world. The Rangers now work as an independent force attempting to bring justice and order to the chaotic wastes.
The Rangers have good intentions, but good intentions tend to die fast in the Wasteland. The Rangers accomplish much and bring hope to the more honest citizens of the Wasteland, yet the Rangers all suffer a short life expectancy. This is a fact the Rangers don’t like to verbalize: no matter how skilled, all Rangers fall in the end either to their enemies or their own perversion.
This is what are story is about: the fall of one of these brave Ragners.
* * *
Ranger Specter stands atop the walls of Purgatory looking down on the Wasteland below as the sun rises above the distant horizon. The wastes stretch out in every direction, a mix of muted browns, yellows, and grays with almost no green to be seen anywhere. The land is rocky, hilly, and scared with the ruins of the prewar world to be seen every.
Purgatory is built atop a tall rocky outcropping, a perfectly unassailable fortress housing the Wasteland Rangers in this area. From their vantage point atop Purgatory’s walls the Rangers can look down at the wastes surrounding them, able to see far and wide and spot danger from a distance. The region nearest to Purgatory is fairly well patrolled, few raiders daring to come so close to the Rangers’ outpost, but further out the Wasteland quickly reverts to its normal state of untamed savagery.
Specter has just finished a week of rest after her last mission. Soon she’ll be getting a new one, but for now she is enjoying her last few hours of R&R. Her longcoat whips in the wind as she stares down at the wastes below, pondering what dangers she’ll soon be facing.
“Another beautiful morning in the Wasteland,” a man says as he walks up beside Specter. “Just gotta love the sickly hue of orange all the dust and shit floating in the air gives the sun at this time of day. It’s almost pretty enough to make you forget that your life is probably getting shorter with every breath.”
She turns to face the man and gives him a weak smile. “Always the optimist, aren’t you Dan?”
“Always,” he says with a grin. “That’s what they say about me, isn’t it? That I’m always looking at the bright side of life, that if you take Dan on a mission with you he’ll be nothing but sunshine and daisy’s?”
They both laugh, knowing that’s the exact opposite of what they say. “I don’t know if there’s a single thing you react to with hope and positivity,” Specter says.
“Oh, I can think of a few things,” he says slyly, his eyes dropping down from her face to glance at her breasts. “Two of them, to be specific.”
This brings a smile to Specter’s face. There are few men whose eyes DON’T frequently fall to her breasts. Like many in the Wasteland her body is slightly mutated. Her skin is so pale that its nearly pure white in color and it even glows slightly in dim light and total darkness. That’s why they call her Specter.
But her white skin tends not to be the first thing most notice about her. Specter’s body is made of exaggerated, nearly inhuman curves. She has a plump, wide, fat ass that looks indecent on her averagely sized frame. And her breasts are massive, so big some wonder how she even manages to stand up. Most men find themselves unable to look away from them, especially when first meeting her.
Specter is just about to make a joke about this when two more men walk up to them. “What are we talking about,” one of them asks.
“We talking about Specter’s tits?” the other asks with a laugh.
She returns the laugh. Things are different here in the Purgatory. The men that surround her might be as horny and easily worked up as most in the wastes, but she knows she’s safe here amongst the other Rangers. She knows their crude advances will end there if she says no. Of course, her libido is just as active as theirs, so it’s not often that she does say “no”.
“As a matter of fact we were talking about them,” Specter says, “and now that they’ve been mentioned…” She lets her voice trail off, pressing her chest out as she does. Her breasts are so large that there is no way her longcoat can be buttoned up, a fact that makes them look even larger than they are.
She likes the way all three of the men’s eyes light up as she presses her chest out. The hungry look on their faces makes her cheeks flush, her crotch dampen, and her nipples tingle. “I’ve got a little bit before I need report to find out what my next mission is,” she says, giving the men a sly smile. “And it really would be a shame for me to go into my briefing distracted by my body’s needs. Think you gentlemen could help me clear my mind?”
“Of course,” one of them says.
Specter wraps her arms around two of the men’s waists, pulling them close to her and starting to lead them off the wall. She looks back at the third man. “Come on Dan, I’ll let you step up to plate first. I assume you remember the way I like it?”
“What man could forget,” Dan says with an eager smile as he follows after them. “They say you can charm your way out of almost any problem when out on a mission. Is this how you do it?”
Specter winks back at him. “Sometimes,” she says with a flirtatious and eager laugh.
* * *
“Oh fuck, yes, just like that,” Specter yells then groans loudly in pleasure.
She’s bent over a small table, her arms braced on the edge and her massive tits hanging off the front. Two Rangers are kneeling on the ground below her tits, each looking up with one of her breasts in their mouths. They are sucking on them, massaging their mass with their hands as they go to town.
Behind her stands Dan, his hands holding tight to her waist just above the ample curves of her plump ass. He’s pounding into her hard and fast, grunting and groaning in pleasure. “God dammit, Specter, I love staring down at this fat ass of yours and watching the ripples run through your flesh as I pound into you.”
She moans, turning back to look at him watching her ass. Her pants are down around her ankles, her long coat flipped up so her back end is fully exposed. Her shirt is pulled up and bunched around her neck so her tits can hang freely into the mouths of the men below her. Times like this she’s thankful that she’s never found a bra big enough to fit her giant breasts, it makes whipping her tits out so much easier.
“I always get so fucking horny and worked up just looking at you,” Dan continues. “Those tits of yours, they are just so fucking huge.” He starts fucking her harder, obviously turned on just by the thought of her massive tits.
She’d smile if she was able to right now, knowing what will happen next, but she’s in too much pleasure to control what her face does. Not only does Dan’s cock pounding into her cunt feel amazing, but there’s the two men mauling her tits as well. Her tits are not just larger than most women’s by a few order of magnitudes, but far more sensitive as well. Specter is able to cum just from having her tits played with, and having TWO men doing so is more than enough to temporarily scramble brains with pleasure.
A moment later Dan groans, long and deep, as he begins draining his balls deep inside Specter. This does bring a momentary grin of deep satisfaction to Specter’s face. “Knew just the thought of my tits would make you cum,” she says quickly, enjoying then feel of his seed shooting into her. “Now quick, switch places with one of these men. I need more cock and yours is gonna be soft in a second!”
As Dan pulls out of her Specter savors the feeling: the pleasurable feeling of emptiness deep in her cunt after having it feel so full plus the way his seed comes pouring out of her cunt hole, dripping wetly onto the floor below.
Dan scrambles around Specter, taking the place of the man sucking at her right tit. Meanwhile that man scrambles to his feet, quickly getting behind her and shoving his hard cock deep into her.
The squelching sound of his rock hard shaft pressing past Dan’s cum is like music to her ears. Shivers of pleasure run up Specter’s spine that is then intensified as Dan starts sucking on her tit. A moment later things are back to their full intensity, a man fucking her from behind and two others working her tits.
Her body bounces back and forth from the man impacting her back side, her tits jiggling as they dangle down. She moans and groans and her nails dig into the edge of the table as she feels an orgasm welling up inside of her. She lets it overtake her, her body tightening just before the sexual climax explodes into existence. There is a moment of tightness as her muscles all clench, but then she goes limp as pleasure and relief begin to wash over her entire body.
The man fucking her cums, the added tightness in her cunt during her own orgasm more than he can take. “Quickly, switch,” Specter says with a shaky voice. Her orgasm is just beginning to die as the third man rams his cock into her cum filled cunt. The feeling ignites her insides, making her cum a second time just as the first orgasm dies. The shower of pleasure inside of her starts all over again, beginning in her count and working out into her body. All of it made all the more intense by the two men playing with and sucking on her tits.
By the time the third man cums inside her Specter feels totally relieved of all sexual needs. And unlike the three men, who all seem sluggish and tired, she feels perky and full of energy.
“Thanks boys,” she says, giving them all a little wink as she stands and pulls her shirt down over her massive breasts. Before pulling her pants up she dips two fingers into her cum drenched cunt, curling them up and scooping much of the semen out of her. She smiles, knowing the men are watching her, as she brings the cum dripping fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean. “Mmmmm, delicious. You boys really are the best.”
She then pulls her pants up, adjusting her gun belt and making sure the two large pistols on her hips are adjusted properly. “Now I think it’s time to go and find out what my next mission is, the Wasteland isn’t going to police itself!”
* * *
Specter stands at attention before the Ranger in charge of Purgatory, listening as he explains her new mission.
“This one might be incredibly dangerous, then again it could end up being nothing. You know how the rumors that spread through the wastes are: most are tall tales told by firelight to entertain travelers. But some of these strange tales hold far too much truth, especially ones that tie into prewar tech.
“And prewar tech is what this newest rumor centers on. A mysterious and infamous scientist known only as “Zero” is rumored to have come into our region. Now, no one seems to know anything about this Zero other than the fact that chaos and death seems to follow them wherever they go. And as no one who has met them seems to have lived to tell the tale we don’t even know if they are male or female.
“These new rumors say that Zero is here looking for a prewar research lab that may have survived the war intact. People have been talking about the lab since survivors first crawled out of the rubble, telling tales that say whatever was being researched inside holds the answer to every woe imaginable. No one agrees what was being worked on in the lab, only that it’s very powerful and very valuable. But being no one has ever found this lab there is no real hint at what REALLY lays inside of it.
“But whatever is in there, if it even in fact exists, won’t do the Wasteland any favors. Almost nothing good has ever come from unearthing prewar tech, we all know that. So your mission is a deceptively simple one: find this Zero this before they locate the lab and convince them it doesn’t exist, which for all we know isn’t even a lie. Use your skills in diplomacy and persuasion to make this scientist turn their attention elsewhere and leave this stretch of the wastes to us.”
Specter salutes and says, “Yes, sir!” A moment later she looks far less confident. “But… where do I start?”
The man gives her a sympathetic shrug. “I really don’t know. We’ve no idea where the lab might be if it actually exists. And the rumors we’ve heard about Zero have never mentioned where they are right now, just that they are in this region. You want my honest opinion? Choose a direction at random on your compass and just head out, talking to any wasteland wanderers you meet to see if they have heard anything more helpful.”
“Right,” Specter says with a cheeky smile, “so the normal process we use for hunting down threats?”
The man chuckles. “Yes, I suppose this is how many of our missions start out. Make sure your pack is full of supplies and you’ve got plenty of ammo before you take off.”
“Already done. Although I’m hoping I won’t need my six shooters too often. We both know I’m not the best shot.”
“Indeed,” the man says. “But sadly there are no other Rangers to spare at the moment. Especially since I may just be sending you on a wild goose chase I just can’t spare anyone to tag along. But, someone like you is good at making new friends. Now, quite stalling and go get out there!”
* * *
Specter ends up doing just as the head Ranger had suggested: simply spinning her compass in her hand and choosing a random direction to head out in. The first few miles are without event. Specter is able to follow the remains of a prewar road, its paved surface still mostly intact and relatively free of the rusted out remains of vehicles.
The scenery around her is fairly uniform: blasted jagged hills with crumbling ruins spread all throughout. The world feels as though it is a uniform shade of dark brown, the crumbling ruins the same color as the rubble covered dirt. But every now and then there is a splash of color breaking up the visual monotony: a bit of prewar ruins that hasn’t yet faded into gray or the remains of a mostly intact car whose paint has held up. Every now and then there is even a big of muted green, a small sickly plant trying to adapt to the post apocalyptic wastes.
Movement around her is nearly as rare as color. Sure, there is blowing dust all around. That is ever present, a background miasma of filth in the air that has made it so the sky above is never blue, as it was before the Great War, but instead varying shades of orange or even green at times. Occasionally a tumbleweed blows past, but other than that there is little to no sign of anything moving within sight.
And then all of that changes.
Specter has just turned into the ruins of a small town, one far more intact than most out here in the wastes. Multi story buildings still stand, telephone poles mostly up right lining the sides of the streets. Caravans and other wasteland wanderers are frequently drawn here, looking to scavenge or maybe just to find shelter.
She moves slowly through the streets, keeping close to the buildings and staying mostly out of sight. She wants to find other wastelanders to interrogate, but she wants to make sure they are sane before she approaches. This area is frequented by insane raiders as much as it’s frequented by survivors such as her.
Just before sunset Specter spots a woman walking down the middle of a road, confidently moving through the ruined streets with not a care in the world. The Ranger immediately drops down, taking shelter behind the metal frame of a half rotted out car. She pulls out her binoculars and silently observes the woman from a safe distance.
She’s tall and is wearing well-worn jeans with a slightly too tight brown t-shirt that leaves her midriff and arms bare. This allows Specter to see that the woman has impressive muscles, those of a prewar body builder. Yet she seems to have a pair of full breasts, nothing even half the size of her own fleshy monsters, but far more than a handful.
The woman has short blond hair that seems to be a tangled mess she pays little attention to. Her skin is white but very tan, making her look like her skin tone is closer in color to the brown coppery dust blowing all about her. A few piercings glint in the setting sunlight on her face, a few above one eye and a hoop hanging from one nostril. And on closer inspection of the woman’s chest Specter can make out the clear outline of nipple piercings through the woman’s tight t-shirt.
She has a cigarette hinging from her lips, although it’s not lit. Her expression is one of total confidence and she seems not to be paying any attention to the world around her. She also has an impressively large sniper rifle slung over her back, a model that would have been rare before the war. The rifle and her bulky muscles combine to make the woman look deadly, perhaps explaining why she walks so confidently out in the open.
But why is this woman alone? Is she one of the countless lone wanderers that move from place to place in search of something they don’t even know they are searching for? Is she a refuge from some settlement that now lies in ruins? Or maybe she’s a caravan guard that got lost.
Or perhaps the truth is she more sinister than that… Is she raider out to steal from anyone dumb enough to approach? Perhaps she’s just mad, one of the countless survivors whose minds have mutated and caused them to lose all vestiges of humanity. It could even be more sinister than that: she could be bait for some deadly trap, walking openly to dray others out while her hidden friends lay nearby waiting to get the drop on those that approach her.
Specter’s plan is to shadow the woman, remaining hidden and observing her till she can determine the truth. But things in the wasteland can change in a split second. The woman, who has shown no sign of noticing Specter’s presence, suddenly tucks her body into a roll, tumbling to the far side of the road then springing to her knees with the sniper rifle in her hands and the sight lifted to her eye.
There’s a crack of gunfire and a sparking impact in the metal wreck Specter is hiding behind mere inches from her head. “Come out with your hands where I can see them,” the woman yells, her voice calm and cool as she keeps the sniper rifle zeroed in on Specter.
The Ranger rises to her feet, stepping out from behind the cover with her hands up in the air. “I had no ill intentions, stranger,” Specter says, her voice sounding far calmer than she feels. She’s confident the woman could have hit her if she wanted, that shot was clearly just a warning. “I was just playing it safe, trying to get a feel of what kind of person you are before I made my presence known.”
“Oh, I’m the best kind of person,” the woman says with a smile, rising to her feet and moving cautiously towards Specter, the sight of the rifle still held up to her eye. Then, as suddenly as she drew the weapon and fired off a shit, she lowers it. “You’re a Ranger?” she asks, clearly noticing the metal badge displayed on the breast of Specter’s longcoat.
“Yes,” Specter says, feeling relief spread through her body. Anyone reacting positively to her being a Ranger is almost certainly to be trusted. Those who aren’t trust worthy tend to react with violence once they realize they are faced with a Ranger.
“Well then, you’re alright in my book. Seen what you Rangers can do, the way you clean things up wherever you go. A lot of respect in that. Sorry I took a shot at you. But you can’t be too cautious out here.”
“Don’t I know it,” Specter says, moving towards the woman. “Tell me, what brings you out here alone?” Now that the danger has passed Specter can lay use her most charming expressions and tone of voice, working to quickly make the woman feel at ease.
The woman shrugs, obviously already falling for Specter’s charms. “Seemed like there might be something here others have missed, place looks more intact than anywhere else I’ve passed the last few days. You come from Purgatory? That’s the name of the Ranger base round these parts, isn’t it?”
Specter nods. “Yeah, I just left there this morning heading out to look into some rumors flying round these parts. You heard anything about the scientist known as Zero?”
The woman shrugs again. “Nope, never heard of ‘em. You’re actually the first person I’ve talked to in days, and the first one that hasn’t been trying to kill me for even longer than that. Sorry I can’t much help you. Being honestly, I’ve kind of been listlessly wandering the last few months, mostly keeping to myself so I don’t really have any news to share. I don’t mind, but I’ve gotten pretty lonely recently.” As she says the last part her eyes flash down to Specter’s massive breasts for just a second.
Specter has to fight to keep a smile from her face when this hapens. Her breasts turn the eye of almost every eye in the wastes, and she’s found that out here most women are at least a little bisexual. It’s something she understands all too well. Humanity was changed after the war, the need for sexual release becoming even more of an undeniable need the longer one goes without getting off. Even the straightest of women will be willing to let a woman help them get off after even a few days alone in the wastes.
“Well, you could travel with me for a bit,” Specter says. “Being totally honest myself I’m not really all that good with these six shooters on my hips. I’m used to traveling with another Ranger or two and wouldn’t pass up having your gun at my side.”
The woman responds almost instantly. “Yeah, I could travel along beside you for a while. Like I said, I’ve been pretty lonely of late and wouldn’t mind the company.” Once again as she speaks her eyes dart down to Specter’s chest, a hungry look flashing across her face.
Specter smiles a wide, deep grin. A crack shot to protect her for a little bit and all she has to do is sit through some pretty obvious eye fucking? She’ll take that deal any day. And the woman is far from unattractive, if come night fall the woman tries for more than just an eyeful Specter could see letting her have it. She’s not even a full day out from Purgatory, but the need for sexual release is already welling up inside of her.
* * *
“And why, exactly, do they call you ‘Bee’?” Specter asks the woman sitting across the campfire from her. Night has fallen, the dark beating in on them from all directions. There are no stars overhead, the clouds and layers of dust in the air too thick this night. They’ve made camp in some ruins, sitting in a part of the building where the roof has caved in.
Bee laughs at the question. “Cause I might not look like much, but I’ve got a mighty sting.”
Specter raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know, I think you look pretty intimidating. And anyone who takes a look at that massive gun of yours and can’t see it’s got a ‘mighty sting’ can’t have much for brains in their head.”
Once more Bee laughs. “Oh, the name has nothing to do with my gun.” Her smile disappears, a serious look suddenly overtaking her expression. “Truth is, a few years ago I mutated something fierce. A mutation that changed my life, and not for the better.”
Specter nods, matching the woman’s serious expression. She knows that she’s been lucky, her body has been about the same since she hit puberty. Ghostly pale skin and inhumanly large breasts are both things many find, maybe even most, find exotically alluring and are more of a blessing than a curse. On top of that her body has remained mostly unchanged. But for many others sudden and frequent mutation is a common occurrence.
Looking at Bee, Specter can see no sign of mutation and wonders what exactly it is that’s changed her life so much and for the worse. She does seem to be pretty muscular… could that be her mutation? She’s heard of people who mutate to be naturally muscular tend to also feel a growing desire for violence. Knowing people as well as she does, Specter figures if she just listens Bee will reveal her the truth of the matter.
“It’s been hard,” Bee says, staring down at the ground and continueing. It’s the first time since meeting the woman that she’s been unable to keep eye contact with Specter. “It was hard enough before, needing to fuck as much as I did. But after the mutation it’s been nearly impossible to go even a day without getting off. And being alone isn’t as satisfying; if I haven’t fucked I masturbate three or four times a day. And suddenly, after the mutation, there were a lot fewer people willing to fuck me. So I took to wandering, spending as much time alone as I could, avoiding the temptation of those that would more than likely turn me down. I don’t like losing control, taking from people what they don’t offer freely.”
It’s a story Specter has heard countless times before. As mutations make people lose their self control they take to wandering the wastes alone, hoping to stay sane by avoiding the temptations the presence of others bring. But she’d seen that it was a mostly self defeating tactic: all that time alone meant the wanderers are even more desperate when they run into others. And soon they become no better than the mad raiders, looking to take others by force to sate the painful sexual urges they have built up inside of them.
“You have no idea what a mutation like this is like! The lust is constant and overwhelming, everything I felt as a woman AND everything a man feels added on top of it!” Bee is talking fast now, her expression becoming slightly crazed.
“And I can’t sleep with men any more, they just don’t do anything for me anymore, never mind that the plumbing doesn’t really even work right for that AND that there are few men who would have me now. So it’s got to be women, but even that doesn’t work easily. I can’t fuck most women without hurting them.”
Bee’s expression is even more crazed now, her eyes shining with a mad glint in the light of the firelight as she stares down at the dirt. Specter is starting to feel nervous. Her body tenses and one hand drifts towards one of her pistols. And most ominous is how the woman hasn’t yet made it clear exactly WHAT her mutation is.
She suddenly looks up, the madness in her eyes more intense than ever. She’s staring at Specter in a way that makes the Ranger’s fingers grip the handle of her pistol, all of her experiencing saying she’ll soon need to draw on this woman who, till just a moment ago, seemed perfectly safe to travel with.
“But you,” she says, speaking even faster known and wringing her hands together as if in pain, “you have such huge tits! I could easily fuck them without needing to jam it in your cunt. There wouldn’t be any chance of hurting you. I could drain my balls, ease the pressure, be myself once again.”
As she rambles she rises to her feet and begins to come forward, moving around the fire towards Specter. Specter begins to draw her gun but is distracted by something totally unexpected, a sight that makes her freeze in surprise. Running down one of Bee’s thighs is the clear outline of a massive, thick cock!
Bee continues forward, unzipping her pants and pulling them down, stepping out of them as she advances. This reveals her mutation clearly for Specter to see: instead of a vulva the woman has a MASSIVE cock. It hangs down past her knees, nearly as thick and long as Specter’s forearm. It’s growing thicker, filling with blood and becoming erect as Specter stares in shock at it. And the cockhead is sheathed in a hood of foreskin that makes it look even bigger than it actually is, only adding to the monster slab of man-meat’s shock factor.
“Please,” Bee says as she grabs her cock and lifts it up towards Specter, wielding it like a deadly weapon as she pulls her foreskin back. “Please, I need to drain my balls… you can’t imagine the pain I’m in.” Her eyes narrow and her expression becomes more fierce. “I’m going to drain my balls, you WILL help me. It’s only fair! Those tits, so fucking big… they’ve made it all worse. You OWE me this, you fucking slut of a Ranger!”
A lot of different impulses and emotions fly through Specter’s mind as Bee draws near. The most important is the way her body responds to the sight of any cock: with near instant arousal. It’s the same for most women in the wasteland, and the larger the cock the larger the response. The massive cock moving towards her face is almost enough all on its own to fill Specter with the need to fuck.
But there is more than that going through her head. She feels immense pity for the woman, not able to imagine how she would personally handle such an extreme mutation. All of the lust of a man and a woman? Unthinkable! And to have a cock so large? Surely it would hurt most women to have such a massive thing forced into their cunts, Specter as scared of the fleshy beast as she is aroused by it and it’s not even fully erect yet!
And then there’s the fact that woman had been perfectly kind till the sexual madness full upon her. All of that mixes together in Specter’s mind, the arousal and pity and fact that Bee is clearly not in control of her actions. Instead of drawing her weapon and killing the woman as she advances Specter decides to give her what she wants.
“Okay,” Specter says, licking her lips hungrily and staring at the cock as it still continues to get harder and larger. “You can fuck my tits.” She stays sitting where she is but pulls her tight shirt up, letting her own massive breasts fall out into the night air. Her nipples are already engorged and as swollen as the beast of a cock looms before her.
Bee is upon her a moment later, spitting down between Specter’s tits then slamming her cock down into the moisture. She then grabs the Ranger’s overlarge breasts, her strong hands sinking into the soft flesh as she presses it in around her hard, throbbing cock. A second later her hip is thrusting the cock-monster up between Specter’s fat tits.
“Oh fuck yes,” Bee moans, quivering in relief. “Been so long… Not going to last long!”
The words sadden Specter. With as sensitive as her breasts are she’s fully capable of getting off from having them played with or even fucked by a large enough cock. And the cock sliding up through her tits is the biggest she’s ever run into.
Bee groans, wrapping Specter’s tits tightly around her cock and unloading a massive load of semen into her pressed tit-flesh. The feeling of the thick, warm fluid flooding out into her breast flesh makes Specter’s inside flare with arousal, bring her to the edge of climax. Since Bee is the one holding her tits her own hands are free, so she is able to jam one of them down her pants and start franticly fingering herself, desperately trying to get off while she is so close to cumming.
As her fingers dip into her wet cunt Specter realizes that Bee has not pulled away. The massive cock between her tits is still rock hard, maybe even harder than it was a moment ago. And now Bee is fucking her tits again, the movement snow silky smooth and lubricated by ample amounts of cum.
The pure depravity of the situation pushes Specter over the edge. With her fingers deep inside of her cunt she feels her pussy tighten as she begins to cum, all while Bee continues to cum fuck her tits. “Cumming,” she moans.
Bee echoes the moan, cumming a second time. But this time when she cums it’s when her cockhead is pressed up and out of Specter’s tits, sending a thick splash of cum shooting up towards Specter’s chin. The feeling of more cum added into the mix only makes Specter cum harder.
The next few moments are a blur of post orgasmic bliss. Bee stumbles back, the mad look on her face gone and replaced by one of serene peace. Meanwhile Specter is left sitting, her own mind feeling clear but her body covered in a mass of dripping cum. Looking down at it she is shocked by just how much came from the woman. “You really were backed up,” she says with a gasp. It looks as if a whole room full of men have unloaded on her.
“I really was,” Bee says, sitting down with a satisfied sigh, her pants still off and her now soft cock hanging limply down onto the ground below her. “I really can’t thank you enough for that. I feel like myself for the first time in, fuck, I can’t even remember how long.”
As she speaks Specter is busy trying to clean herself up. She keeps a few rags in her pack for situations just like this, but finds them quickly drenched in cum, not nearly enough to clean up all the fluids Bee has left behind on her. And of course much of the semen has got on her shirt and her long coat. But she isn’t too worried, most of her clothing is already so soiled with various stains no one is likely to notice a few more cum stains.
“Look,” Bee says, her voice suddenly serious, “you’re the first woman I’ve run into since my change that hasn’t been outright disgusted by me. Do… Do you think that maybe I could stay with you? You said that you’re used to having some better support, and you’ve seen how good I am with my rifle. I could protect you, and you could, well… Do this again for me when I need it.”
Specter stares at the woman for a moment. It’s clear that it’s hard for her to make this offer. Clearly she’s a woman that would like to be totally self reliant, and having to ask for help is hurting her pride. As fierce as she is her mutation has made her vulnerable.
“Of course,” Specter says. “How in the world could I turn down an offer like that? Especially if all you ever need are my tits. I’m used to everyone around me ‘needing’ them.” She gives the woman a kind smile. “Now, we both need to get some sleep. You must be tired after cumming so hard, how about I take first watch?”
* * *
The next morning the two wasteland travelers get an early start, setting out before the sun has risen. The two women travel side by side, Specter feeling a lot more confident and safe now that she has Bee and her sniper rifle walking next to her.
“I was a crack shot from a young age,” Bee tells Specter as they walk. “I was the best shot in the settlement I grew up in before I even hit puberty. And after that? Fuck, I was so good the town practically forced me to remain on watch duty whenever I was awake. You know how it is, the mutations tend to not really kick in till puberty, and I suppose I was blessed with exceptional eyes. I can see really far and even see in the dark, too.”
Specter nods. For every mutation that’s a curse, like the woman’s mutated genitals, there are mutations that more like superpowers than anything else.
“Life was grand till THIS happened,” Bee says, looking down at her crotch. She sighs. “But all those problems are behind me, I have you to help out now.” She looks over at Specter, glancing lovingly at her massive breasts. “They really are marvels. And I love just how pale your skin is… You can see all those beautiful blue veins running under your skin…” She shakes her head, looking away. “Worry, I was getting myself excited.”
She starts to say something else but stops just as she opens her mouth. Bee throws her arm up, making Specter halt in her tracks. “Wait… There’s something coming over the horizon. Quick, let’s get behind some cover.”
They both scramble to the side of the ruined road they are traveling on, ducking down behind the crumbling remains of a long collapsed building’s wall. Bee lifts her sniper rifle up, looking through the large scope to investigate the horizon.
“It’s just one guy… He’s wrapped up pretty tight for traveling the wastes, cloth around his face and goggles on. He’s covered in dust… looks like maybe he came from the dust flats? He’s got a vacca with him, looks like it’s loaded down with stuff. Could be a trader, but I don’t see any guards.”
Specter gets closer to the wall, squinting to try and make the figure out. She can just barely make out a hazy dot on the horizon, but she’s not even sure if it’s what Bee is looking at. “Damn… You’re sight IS impressive. I don’t think I would have noticed him for another good five minutes or so. Does the vacca look healthy?”
Vacca are one of the breeds of critters that have mutated and adapted to life in the wasteland. They resemble hardy versions of prewar cattle and it is assumed that was what they mutated from. They are incredibly valuable, seeming to need little food or water and able to survive though long treks of the most inhospitable parts of the wasteland, such as the great dust flats that lay east of them.
They are also valued because most give out a highly nutritious milk. Of course, drinking a vacca’s milk could be dangerous. Most of their milk is just a refreshing, rad-free drink. But some vacca are more mutated then others and their milk can have strange effects on those who drink it.
“It looks healthy, but dusty and tired,” Bee says, commenting on the pack animal. She lowers the scope from her eye and looks at Specter. “What do you want to do?”
Specter shrugs. “He sounds innocent enough. And if anyone else was with him I bet you would have spotted them. I say we come out of hiding and go meet him head on. Maybe he knows something that can help me with my mission. We won’t know unless we ask.”
“Alright,” Bee says, smiling. “You’re far more trusting than I ever was.”
“Comes with the job,” Specter says as she gets to her feet. “You have to hope for the best in people while being prepared for the worst. Now come on, let’s go greet this stranger. But keep your weapon ready, just in case.”
A short time later the two women are cautiously approaching the figure and his pack animal, waving a friendly greeting. The figure returns the wave, moving forward to speak to them.
“Well howdy, strangers,” he says with a deep male voice that’s muffled by the layers of dusty cloth wrapped around his face. “Had hoped to meet some people here! I’ve just dragged all these supplies across the great dust flats and am eager to start unloading what I got. You two happen to be in the market for anything special?”
“Looks like you were right,” Specter whispers to Bee, “just a trader.” She turns to the man and raises her voice. “Don’t really need any supplies, but I am in the market for information.”
“Ah,” the man says, adjusting his stance. His face is totally covered in rags, his eyes hidden behind shaded goggles. “Well, I may have what you’re looking for, but everything has a cost. What kind of information are you after?”
“Well,” Specter says, trying to determine what to ask first. “Well… I’m looking for an old prewar lab rumored to be somewhere near here and—”
“And containing technology that is exactly the answer to whatever your current problem is, yes? Everyone’s heard that old rumor, but honestly I doubt it exists.
“I’ve been traveling through this area for years, searching old ruins for scraps to trade. I could draw you a map with about ten prewar labs buried round these parts, but they have all been picked clean. A few even have survivors living in them and probably wouldn’t be too happy to have visitors coming to pick through their homes. Sorry, Ranger, but seriously doubt the legend your chasing after is real.”
Instead of being disheartened by his answer Specter is actually quite happy. Many traders would have lied, making something up on the spot. By the time Specter would have been able to investigate and discover the information was bullshit they would be long gone and free of all repercussions. It had happened to her many times. But this man was being up front about what he didn’t know, which meant if he did know something it was more likely to be true.
She nods at the man. “I appreciate your honesty. But that’s not the only information I’m after. I’m also trying to locate a scientist who goes by the name of ‘Zero’.”
“Ah,” the man says, “that I may be able to help you with.” His voice is muffled, but it sounds as if he is hesitant to go on. “But, the price is going to be pretty high. Some people don’t want to be found, and if you were to go after Zero she, uh, might be able to figure out who led you to her.”
Specter’s eyes open wide. She hadn’t actually expected him to know anything. But from the sounds of it he not only knew where the scientist was, but had met her! How else would he know that Zero was, in fact, a woman?
“I must know Zeros location. I’m willing to pay almost any price!” She thrusts her chest out as she says this; confident that if he wasn’t already planning on asking for something that involved them that he would be now.
He looks down, clearly checking out her massive breasts. She wishes that she could see his face, see just how much he wanted to have her breasts.
“It just so happens that one of those labs I mentioned with people living in it, well, I was talking about Zero and her weird little tribe. I could give you directions that would take you right to her. That was actually my last stop.
“I traded a lot of stuff with her, actually. She made it clear she didn’t normally trade with strangers, nor let them live. But she’s out in the middle of nowhere and needed food and water, and I had plenty. So she traded for the majority of what I had, loading me up with prewar supplies I KNOW I’m going to be able to trade for a profit.
“Some of it, though, I took for my own personal use. One thing in particular…” He stops now, shuffling awkwardly and looking about as if he is about to share a great secret. He then looks at her breasts again, seeming to stare at them as he continues to talk. “I, uh, have a certain sexual act that is my favorite. One that involves a woman’s breasts. I’m sure you can imagine what I’m talking about.”
Specter laughs at this. “Oh yes, I’m VERY familiar with that. We BOTH are,” she says, looking at Bee.
The man glances at Bee, but then quickly looks back to Specter’s breasts. “Yes, well, compared to you I couldn’t see a man really being interested in doing it with that one. No, if we’re going to trade it has to be for YOUR tits.”
She laughs again. “I never said my friend here’s breasts were up for offer. So, what you’re saying is you want to fuck my tits and then you’ll tell me where Zero is? You’ve got a deal, mister!”
He holds up his hands. “Not so fast! See, I want to use something I got from Zero. A prewar oil, a ‘personal lubricant’ that’s supposed to make it feel oh so much better.”
“Sure,” Specter says. “Lube’s kind of rare out here in the wasteland, but this won’t be the first time a guy has used some on these beauties.” She grabs her breasts as she says the word ‘beauties’. “You want to go somewhere more private, or should we do it right here? I don’t mean to rush you, but I want to get the info and be on my way as soon as I can.”
“I… I don’t know. Give me a minute to think, okay?” the man says, turning to the vacca and beginning to dig through the packs draped over its back. “I’ve got to find the stuff before we decide where to go!”
Bee pulls Specter off to the side and leans in, speaking quietly so only she can hear her. “Are you sure about this? He said he got this lube from Zero and you told me the scientist has a bad reputation, this could be some kind of trick.”
“How?” Specter asks. “It’s just some lube. I’ve done this hundreds of times, these tits are used to being fucked,” she says, grabbing her boobs and lifting them up. “They have helped me get passed more challenges than my guns. I know what I’m doing. Besides, I’ve got you now. If he tries something you can—”
“No, I can’t,” she whispers in a firm voice. “If I’m standing close enough to guard you I’ll be able to see what he’s doing. Just thinking about someone fucking your tits is making me all hot and bothered. If I SEE a guy going to town on your tits I’m going to get hard and cock crazy again. You want me level headed enough to help I’ll have to be out of sight.”
Specter gives Bee a sympathetic, understanding look. “All right Bee, I’ll make sure we’re out of sight. I’m really not worried, though. I’m sure every things going to be fine. But just to be safe stay close enough to hear me scream.”
She pulls away and looks at the trader. “Okay, I think it would be best if we had some privacy.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” he says, pulling a small bottle out of a pack and holding it up. “I’ll just tie my vacca up. Those ruins off to the side of the road seem stable and private enough. Think your friend can keep an eye on my things?”
“Sure,” Bee says. She leans in to whisper in Bee’s ear. “And if he tries anything shady I can make sure he never gets a chance to get back to his precious ‘things’.”
Soon Specter and the trader are in the relative seclusion of the ruined building. Parts of the walls have collapsed as has much of the ceiling, but the walls that remain standing make it so Bee cannot see them.
Specter starts taking her longcoat off, slipping seductively out of the jacket and placing it on the dirty ground before her. She then makes a show of slowly pulling her shirt up and over her massive breasts, making sure the moment just before they fall free of the tight fabric stretches on as long as possible. The man lets out a pleased moan as her large, heavy breasts fall from the shirt and bounce heavily into the open air.
She then lowers herself down onto knees, her jacket making it so the filth on the ground won’t painfully grind into them. She places her hands under her breasts and lifts them up, offering them to the man. “Come and get them,” she says.
For an awkwardly long time he simply stands before her, looming tall above her and looking down at her tits.
God I wish I could see his face, try to understand what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking. I’m good at reading people. But he’s so covered up… I can’t tell what’s going through his head!
Specter decides to try and help him along, to encourage him to get started. She lifts her breasts up towards him, giving them a little squeeze as she does so. She then starts playing with them, massaging and squeezing the tips of her breasts to make her large nipples hard. The little show seems to do the trick, the man moans in pleasure and she can see a bulge growing in his pants.
He pulls out the small bottle he retrieved from his packs and uses it to squirt a large amount of oil like substance on both her tits. “Now rub it all over them,” he says, his breathing hard and sounding strange through all the cloth wrapped around his face.
She does as he asks, immediately feeling the oil heat up as she spreads it over her breasts. “Ooooh,” she coos, “that’s nice.” Soon her ghostly-pale breasts are glistening with an oily sheen, her hands slippery as well. Everywhere the oil touches her skin there is heat, pleasant throbbing tingles of warm pleasure.
A small gust of wind blows through the ruins, the breeze making the heat on her oiled skin intensify. Specter makes a small, feminine sound of surprise. The added stimulation sends a burst of pleasure running through her body, one that’s left her pants feeling suddenly wet. Her cunt is now throbbing and there is a disorienting feeling of sudden closeness to orgasm.
“Wait,” she mutters, “what is going on?”
She has no idea if the man doesn’t hear her question or simply chooses to ignore it. He’s digging into the front of his pants, pulling his cock free. It’s large and hard and throbbing. “Need this,” he mutters, sounding suddenly mad. He comes forward, slamming his cock down in between her tits.
Specter wants to keep her end of the bargain even though she’s having serious doubts about whether this was a good idea or not. This oil is clearly more than just lube, perhaps tinged with some strange prewar drug. Full of self doubt she wraps her tits around his cock, beginning to bounce them up and down to tittyfuck the man’s hard member.
Almost immediately she begins to moan and shudder. The feel of her soft breasts rubbing up against his hard cock is overwhelming. The breeze brought her to the edge of orgasm, but this sends her rocketing past that point. She moans and wails as an orgasm the likes of which she has never experienced explodes form her loins. It’s full of moist heat that seems to blast out form her core, making her feel as though she’s wet her pants. Her breasts throb with burning heat, her skin growing even more sensitive as the orgasm stretches on.
It’s too intense, she has to let go of her breasts. But the man’s hands quickly replace hers, pressing her breasts in around his cock even tighter. A moment later he is moving his hips, thrusting his cock up and down through the canyon of her pressed tit-flesh.
She howls in pleasure, multiple orgasms exploding into existence so close together that they begin to blend into one intense, mind melting climax. She screams, the scream fading into a whimper as her body is sapped of all strength. She’s cumming too hard, her body drained totally.
“YES,” the man grunts, pounding her tits harder. “So fucking good. Cock never felt so damn amazing! Going to fucking cum already….”
Specter is still cumming, her body trembling as she grows weaker and weaker. The orgasms are just too strong, just too intense. She feels it with every inch of her body, her tits now so sensitive that her mind can barely process the sensations she’s experiencing.
Going to pass out, she thinks, starting to sway and only held up by the man’s firm grasp on her huge breasts. Her arms hang limply at her sides, her head lolling to one side.
Her eye lids begin to flutter closed, her body so very tired. Just as the world starts to go black she’s aware of an explosion of warm, thick fluid between her breasts. The man’s cum mixes with the oil, her skin a flame with an all new barrage of sensitivity as whatever drug is in the oil has a strong reaction to the man’s seed.
She then blacks out, falling away from the man with a limp thud into the dirt as soon as he lets go of her tits.
* * *
When Specter wakes it’s to find herself laying on a bedroll within the ruins, no sign of the trader anywhere and Bee sitting nearby. “I’m glad you’re finally up,” the woman says with a kind smile. “I was starting to get worried about you. Don’t know what the fuck that guy used on your tits, but it sure seemed to make you cum yourself stupid. You were absolutely exhausted and I thought it best just to let you sleep.”
“Thanks,” Specter mumbles as she sits up. Her body is sore and tired and her breasts still tingle warmly, but the effects of whatever the trader used on her seems to be dissipating. “Did he hold up his end of the bargain?”
Bee nods. “He sure did. I’m pretty confident I can find this hidden lab now, but it’s pretty far out into the Great Dust Flats. It will take us at least a couple of days to get there on foot if not longer.”
Specter takes the rest of the morning to fully recover. Once her body feels back to normal they begin their journey. By early afternoon they reach the edge of the Great Dust flats. The flat expanse stretches out to the horizon, the view before them distorted by swirling dust clouds that hang close to the surface of the land before them.
“We better bundle up,” Bee says, pulling goggles and some spare rags from her pack which she ties into a makeshift scarf to wear around the lower half of her face. “The dust is going to be everywhere.” Specter follows her lead, pulling out her own goggles and cloth to wrap around her mouth.
The trek into the Dust Flats is slow and monotonous. Although the land stretched out before them appears flat the way on foot is anything but. They have to make their way up and down countless small sand dunes, trudging up one side and having to cautiously move slowly down the other side to avoid slipping in the shifting sands.
They pass the occasional blasted remains of pre-war ruins. The outlines of buildings that were leveled by the short war that ended the world, most now worn away to little more than a few feet of sand blasted wall. It’s common knowledge that many of the ruins out here still have intact subsurface ruins, and many of these underground levels have been thoroughly scavenged. But the dust piled up on their entries over the years has made finding them progressively harder, and fewer and fewer scavengers now come out to look for useful scrap.
The duo mostly avoids the ruins, using them only as land marks to lead the way towards their goal and to take refuge at night. Bee leads the way, her sniper rifle held at the ready as she trudges through the blowing sand and dust. There are creatures that live out here, ferocious mutated beasts that burrow in the sand and prey on anyone that stumbles upon them.
When the sun begins to set on their third day of travel they they find some ruins that seem more well preserved then most they have passed, one corner of a building that still has part of its roof intact.
“Well, at least this will keep some of the dust away through the night,” Bee says. Both women are exhausted from the days of hard travel, and the exhaustion can be heard in their voices
Specter nods. “Can you take first watch tonight? I desperately need to get some sleep.”
“Sure,” Bee says with a yawn. “I’m pretty sure I can stay awake through the first half of the night. I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to take over.”
* * *
“Wake up,” a woman’s voice says. Specter starts to sit up, yawning and sleepily rubbing her eyes. When she opens them she expects to see Bee standing above her, but she sees that it isn’t her mutated Friend that is waking her up.
The woman standing above her is one of the strangest sights Specter has ever seen in the wasteland. She is tall and thin, dressed in prewar metal combat armor that is partially rusted with age. It isn’t the combat armor that is strange, but rather the way the woman is only partially dressed in it with no clothing on underneath. Parts of the armor is mission, leaving the woman’s small perky breasts and crotch fully exposed.
“On your feet,” the woman says, pointing a laser rifle at Specter. “And keep your hands where we can see them.” The armor has a built in cowl like helmet that covers her head, but the front is open revealing the woman’s face. Her face is strikingly pretty but the stern and angry expression on her features ruins any semblance of attractiveness she might have had.
As Specter gets up she sees that there two other strange women standing in the ruins, both of them dressed in the same metal armor with their breasts and privates exposed. They are standing by Bee, who has her arms raised above her head.
“Sorry,” her traveling companion says sheepishly, “I fell asleep…”
One of the women by standing Bee jams a laser rifle into her back. “Quiet!” she snarls.
Specter realizes her voice is identical to that of the woman who woke her up. Looking from their faces she’s shocked to see that their facial features are identical as well. Quickly glancing at the third woman reveals that she too has identical features.
“This way,” one of the women says, using her rifle to move Specter beside Bee. “Now, tell us who you are and why you’re out here.”
Specter, her arms held high above her head just like Bee’s, does the talking. “I’m a member of the Wasteland Rangers, coming from outpost Purgatory. I’m here to locate a scientist known as ‘Zero’ and ask her to leave this part of the Wasteland.”
The three women all give each other surprised looks. The one that woke Specter up steps forward. “And what makes you believe Zero is in this area?”
“Well,” Specter says, trying to decide how honest to be, “we heard from a merchant that she had taken up residence in a, uh, lab not far from here.”
“I told Alpha it was a mistake to let that one leave alive,” one of the women snarls. “She’s growing soft in her old age. This is proof that she’ll need to be replaced soon.”
“Careful, Seventeen,” one of the other women says. “The Horde knows of your thoughts on the current Alpha, but only so much defiance will be tolerated. Speak more openly of replacing the Alpha and you shall have to be punished.”
“Eight, this isn’t the time to have this conversation,” the third woman says. “We need to decide what to do with these nosy wastelanders.”
The one known as Seventeen steps forward, raising her laser rifle and pointing it at Specter’s face. “I say we kill them, Twenty-Seven.”
“Seventeen, you know we can’t,” Eight says. “They have to be brought back to Alpha for judgment first. And we all know she might have use for them.”
“Besides,” Twenty-Seven says, “this one is a Ranger! We’ve seen what killing them accomplishes. More of them will just come looking to discover what happened to the first. We just established this new base, we don’t want to have to move again so soon.”
Specter and Bee stand silently listening to the three women argue. Bee seems angry that she allowed the strange women to get the drop on them. Specter, on the other hand, is curious. It seems obvious that these women are somehow tied to Zero, perhaps working for her. She listens closely for any clues they might prove that Zero and the Alpha they keep mentioning is, as she suspects, the same person.
As she does so she notices something: the three women are not quite as identical as she first thought. Yes, their faces are all incredibly similar but there are slight differences. On closer inspection they all seem to be of slightly different ages, and the one known as Seventeen has a scar on her face that the other two women lack.
After a few minutes of bickering it is determined that the trio will bring Specter and Bee back to their base to meet the mysterious Alpha for judgment. The two women are led out of the ruins where a massive pre-war vehicle sits in the sand. It is an armored monstrosity of military make with six large wheels, perhaps a troop transport of some kind and it’s clearly been heavily modified for life in the wasteland.
“Into the back,” one of the women says. “And don’t worry about your gear, we’ll take it up front with us.”
After climbing into the back the doors are shut and locked from the outside leaving Specter and Bee in a spacious compartment with benches along the sides.
“I’m really sorry,” Bee says.
“It’s okay,” Specter says quickly. “Honestly this all may work out for the best. I have a strong suspicion that this ‘Alpha’ they keep talking about is Zero. Remember what the trader said, that she’s got a weird tribe that follows her? I think these women are the tribe he was talking about.”
“What are they?” Bee asks. “They all look identical. And what’s with their armor? Why wear it if they are going to leave such important parts of their bodies, uh, exposed so.”
Specter is concerned by the way Bee’s face twitches when she talks about the women’s exposure. She’s learning the warning signs of the cock madness that comes over her traveling companion and knows this is one of them. Seeing all of the women’s small perky breasts is clearly having a negative impact on Bee.
She’s half tempted to use their time locked in the back of the vehicle to help ease Bee’s sexual pressure, but she has no idea how long the journey in the vehicle will last. Instead they both sit and talk over their plans for the near future.
“Let me do the talking,” Specter says. “And follow my lead. I don’t want things to turn to violence if we can avoid it.”
Bee rolls her eyes. “Like we’ve got much choice at this point. They took our weapons. I don’t know about you, but my fists aren’t going to do much against laser weapons! How did they even get three of them? You know how rare they are?”
“I don’t know,” Specter says. “It takes some skill to keep those kinds of prewar weapons maintained. They are so much more complicated than simple guns, and the parts needed to keep them working just aren’t made any more.”
“Also,” Bee says, “I think letting them take us to this Alpha is a big mistake. From the sounds of things it’s already predetermined that they are going to do something horrible to us. I know they seemed to be arguing about it, but come on. It was written all over their identical faces: in the end we will die after whatever these experiments they mentioned are conducted.”
“Maybe,” Specter says, biting her lip nervously. “What do you suggest we do?”
“Try to get away,” Bee says quickly. “We see an opening, we take it.”
* * *
It isn’t long before the vehicle comes to a stop and the back door is opened. The three women stand together, their laser guns pointed at our heroines. “Out,” they say. “You’re going to come with us to face the judgment of Alpha.”
Hopping down from the vehicle and looking around Specter can see that they are deep within the Great Dust Flats, parked by the remains of some barely visible ruins. But as they are marched forward into them it becomes clear that the inside of these ruins are much better preserved then most they have seen in the flats.
They are led down a flight of stairs into an underground floor of the ancient building. There is still dust everywhere, but much less of it as above and unlike the ground level the building down here is fully intact.
It’s hard to tell what this building was before the war. Specter thinks it could have been some kind of industrial facility. The walls are made of thick metal and there is heavy wiring all around, but much of it has been stripped. It’s clear that scavengers have picked over nearly every inch of this place.
At least that’s what Specter thinks at first. They move ever lower underground, seemingly lost in a never ending series of dark twisting corridors. But after a bit they arrive at a large hallway with a massive reinforced door looming before them.
It’s a kind of door that Specter has seen before, in fact most experienced wasteland travelers have. These kinds of doors are completely blast proof and generally free of any mechanism that would allow someone on the outside to open them. The self contained Bunker cities that had been filled before the Great War are all protected by doors such as these, but countless other facilities seemed to have used them in the built up to the war that ended the world. High tech labs or government shelters, any place with money that wanted to survive the nuclear holocaust those in power knew was coming.
One of the identical women steps up to the door and pulls out a small high tech device. She punches in a few numbers into a keypad on the device then points it at the door. The mechanical whirring of massive gears can be heard and a deep rumbling is felt as the large door begins to roll open, revealing its ancient hidden secrets.
“Inside,” the woman barks. As soon as all five women enter the door she turns around and uses the device to close the reinforced door behind her.
They continue moving ever forward and down, passing through a dizzying and seemingly endless series of corridors. But now the walls around them, although faded with age, are clean and free of dust. None of this part of the underground facility seems to have been stripped by scavengers. In fact there are lights on, some source of power still supplying this area of the underground facility with electricity.
They even get a few short glimpses into some of the rooms they pass that have doors their sliding doors open. Specter and Bee see rooms full of high tech prewar scientific supplies, strange biological experiment stations full of contained plants and small critters from the wasteland as well as rooms full of banks of computers.
At one point the armored women stop, erupting into a new argument over whether they should bring their prisoners directly to Alpha or put them in a holding cell first. Bee steps up to Specter and pokes her with her elbow, nodding to the arguing women then looking to a nearby hallway. Just a short sprint down the hall is a four way intersection. “Now’s our chance,” Bee whispers.
They turn and bolt down the hallway, quickly reaching the intersection. Specter follows Bee’s lead, turning to the left and running down the hall. As soon as they come to another hallway they turn down that, and then turn again and again. They are soon lost, but there is no sign of their captors pursuing them.
Stopping to catch their breath both women lean against a wall. “I hope they didn’t notice we took off till we were pretty far gone,” Bee says. “They were pretty distracted and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to us. But what do we do now?”
“I don’t know…” Specter replies, her voice trailing off as she looks around. “Even if we could figure out the way back there’s that huge door to get passed. I didn’t notice any way to get it open without that little device they had.”
Bee stands up, looking about. “Well, perhaps the first thing we should do is find some weapons. I figure this place has to have at least a few stashes of prewar guns. I mean, you saw those fancy laser rifles they are walking around with. My guess is they found them down here.”
“Okay,” Specter says. “We find a way to defend ourselves, to even the playing field. Then, if we can’t find and get passed that door, we confront this Alpha and find out if they really are Zero.”
They try to keep moving quickly, knowing that by now the strange women are certainly searching for them. They move from door to door, but find everyone that is closed locked. Each door has a place for a keycard to be used to open the door, but that kind of tech is not something either of them knows how to bypass.
After a time of searching they come to a door that sits open, a long hall filled with red lights lying on the other side. On either side of the hall are large windows revealing that on both sides of the hall is a vast armory full of prewar weapons and armor.
Bee whistles at the sight as they step into the red hall. “There’s enough here to outfit a small army,” she says. The two are slowly walking down the hall, looking through the windows to their sides and ogling all the weapons and gear so close at hand. “If the door at the end of the hall is locked I say we just smash through one of these windows.”
“I doubt that would work,” Specter says. “The glass is probably reinforced. I doubt they would—”
Bee never finds out what Specter was planning on saying. The Ranger is walking a few paces ahead of her, her head turned back as she speaks to Bee. Two large coiled electrodes lower from the ceiling, electricity sparking between them. An arc of blue energy jumps through the air, pulled down towards Specter’s head. As the electrical energy hits the unsuspecting woman her body convulses as a visible wave of unknown energy bursts out form her, knocking Bee back onto the ground.
Looking up at Specter Bee can see that she seems to have been stunned. She still stands, but her back is now perfectly rigid while her arms hang limply at her sides. She seems to be staring straight ahead down the hallway, her back to Bee.
The strange pulse that seemed to explode from her friend has affected Bee as well, but in a very different way. Her body tingles strangely and she can feel the hair all over her arms and head standing up as if she has been charged with static electricity. Her cheeks are also flushed and she feels warm between her legs, as if suddenly aroused. But she pushes past those feelings for the time being.
“Specter?” she asks nervously, scrambling back to her feet and cautiously approaching the Ranger. She’s keeping half an eye on the ceiling, cautious to avoid the electrodes which seem to have retreated back into the overhead compartment they had been hidden in.
Once she moves so she can see Specter’s face she gasps. The ranger is staring blankly ahead, her eyes open wide but looking to be free of all life. Her mouth hangs slightly open, a bit of drool pooling up on the edge of her lips. “Specter?” she says, waving a hand before her face. No response, not a single sign that she is even alive other than her slow and steady breathing.
A strange tingling sensation spreads through Bee’s body, making her feel even more aroused than she was a moment ago. She rubs her thighs together, trying to ignore the fact that she has a growing erection in her pants.
“Specter,” she says again, grabbing the ghostly pale woman by the shoulders and shaking her. This seems to have no effect on her other than making her voluminously huge breasts shake in a way that makes Bee grown with desire. She blinks, staring down at the outline of her friend’s massive breasts through the tight shirt she wears under her long coat.
“No,” she says through gritted teeth. “Not now… not the cock madness!” But even as she says the words she’s pulling Specter’s shirt up, revealing the white pale masses of fat tit-flesh hanging down the woman’s front. Her hands act on their own, reaching up to grope and squeeze the inhumanly large breasts. Soon Bee is lifting them up to her face, leaning over to suck on Specter’s large nipples. She moans as she feels them swelling and growing hard in her mouth.
A moment later she is opening her own pants, pulling her massive cock out. Specter remains perfectly still, like a living doll with no agency of its own. “Need to fuck,” Bee moans in pain. She’s lost control of her actions and with Specter not working to lead her urges the cock madness has full control of her.
Bee turns Specter around, bending her over. The stupefied Ranger instinctively reaches up and braces her hands flat on a nearby wall, bracing herself but not saying a single word. She’s bent over at an almost ninety degree angle, her massive tits hanging down below her. Bee is behind her, flipping her long coat up and pulling the Ranger’s pants down to her ankles.
She grabs her exposed cunt and slides a finger into her slit. “Need my cock in this,” she says, pulling the hand out then spitting into it before rubbing the moisture onto her cock. She then grabs hold of it and rubs her cockhead up against Specter’s cunt, moving it up and down till she is deep in the folds of her pussy lips and rests on the opening to her fuck-hole.
“NEED to fuck you,” she growls, grabbing Specter’s waist and then thrusting hard into her. A moment later Bee is standing behind the Ranger, fucking her with savage abandon. Her massive tits swing and bounce back and forth as the woman behind her pounds into her over and over again. Specter simple stands there, taking it all without any comment or expression on her face, not even grunting in pain as the massive cock is slammed painfully deep into her.
It doesn’t take long for Bee to get off. She presses deep into Specter and unloads in her, overflowing the woman’s cunt with her mutated semen. As soon as the rush of calming post orgasmic bliss has washed over Bee she stumbles back, pulling away from her friend in horror. “Oh no! Oh no, no, no. Specter, did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
Specter doesn’t respond. She stays in exactly the same position, bent over with her arms braced on the wall. Her tits hang below her, still swinging slightly and her exposed cunt leaking cum down her thighs.
Bee is just about to move back to the woman to try and wake her from her stupefied state when the electrodes extend from the ceiling once again. Bee screams in horror, afraid they are going to put her back into another cock mad haze. But the arcs of electric energy that shoot out and hit them both only knock them out. They both collapse onto the floor, unconscious and totally at the mercy once again of those in control of this prewar facility.
* * *
As Specter wakes the first thing she is aware of is something tight digging into her scalp. Shifting slightly and waking some more she realizes whatever the device on her head is wraps all the way around and painfully digging into her skin in many places, as if a ring of things are pressing in on her head.
Without opening her eyes she weakly reaches up to feel the device. It seems to be a series of metal circles connected with metal bands and extends all the way around her head like some kind of strange crown. She can also feel that the hair on the sides and back of her head has been shaved, she assumes so the metal device can have better access to her skin.
For a time Specter simply lays still, breathing slowly as she struggles to wake more. It feels like she’s lying on the ground of somewhere cold and sterile but she won’t know till she manages to summon the energy to open her eyes. She also now realizes that she’s naked, her massive breasts resting on the cold floor along with the rest of her bare skin. Eventually she tries opening her eyes again, but is only able to force them open for just a moment before exhaustion overtakes her again and forces them back closed.
The brief glimpse of the room around her reveals some kind of lab full of strange, high tech devices. She saw see a woman standing nearby, her back to Specter as she leans over a table full of electrodes and a menacing metal frame hanging from the ceiling with straps obviously made to keep a human restrained.
“Zero,” she rasps weakly, the one word as much a question as an accusation.
She can hear the woman placing something metal down on the nearby counter then turning around. “Yes,” the woman says. Her voice is familiar, sounding just like the identical women in the strange armor, although older and more mature. “And you are Specter, the nosy Wasteland Ranger trying to locate me and convince me to take my experiments to a different part of the wastes. I’m afraid you’ll find your mission was all in vain, I have no intention of leaving here.”
Specter tries again to open her eyes. This time she is able to keep them open, although they feel heavy and refuse to open all the way. The woman standing above her looks just like all the other women they’ve run into, only older. The other’s looked to be in their twenties or early thirties, but this woman looks as if she couldn’t be any younger forty although she seems as though she’s aged well.
Unlike the other woman she is dressed in a white lab coat. Strangely, though, the woman doesn’t seem to be wearing anything under the white garment. And if not for the stern, disapproving look on the woman’s face she’d be strikingly pretty.
“You came poking around at the worst possible time,” Zero says, glaring down at Specter. “As you might have seen, The Horde is in the middle of questioning my authority. We’ve spend years wandering the wasteland, driven from one temporary base to another. Driven out by women and men like you: people who think they are doing good.” She sighs.
“Many of The Horde of died in the struggle. And most of the clones don’t live for very long. We’ve had to move on often just to find new cloning supplies as much as because we’ve been driven out.”
She takes another deep sigh, leaning forward and grabbing her temples as she closes her eyes. The act makes her look decades older, and she seems weary of the world. “We had to come here. We’ve exhausted the supplies or been driven away from all of the other prewar cloning facilities we knew of. I didn’t want to come back here, not with this specific facility’s history, but we had no choice. The Horde has to continue, we must remain viable!”
“I don’t understand,” Specter rasps weakly. “Clones? Those women… are clones? Of you?”
Zero laughs, a weary jaded expression of a complicated world. “Well, in a sense. At this point we’re all clones of each other. The original must have died, oh, a hundred years ago at least? She had been alive before the world ended. She was the original Alpha of the horde, but in the end she was replaced.”
Again the woman sighs wearily. “All of the Alpha’s are, it’s just the way of things. They grow mad or obsessed or simply reckless or cruel. And I fear my time is coming to end, that it’s all happening to me.” Now she grips her hands into tight fists. “But there is so much research left! I’m so close to so many breakthroughs, I just need more time. And whoever replaces me might not continue my experiments, which means all my work would be lost!”
As the woman rambles Specter shifts, feeling awake enough now to try and sit up. She does so, using her hands to help lift her body up. But as she does the physically exhaustion in every inch of her body returns and before long she is leaning against a nearby counter, breathing heavily and fighting to keep her eyes open. And the worst part is the way her massive, heavy breasts way down on her. For the first time in years she wishes they were smaller, as their size and weight at the moment is only adding to her sense of physical exhaustion.
“What did you do to me,” she asks as she pants and fights to keep her eyes open.
“Oh, yes, your body. Well, I’m not the one responsible for it. I thought you Rangers were supposed to be smart. How could you wander into that armory and not expect all the prewar security measures to still be active? The electric rays your body was hit with will leave you feeling quite drained for the next few days at least.”
“But,” she says, suddenly looking and sounding far more interested, “what interested me was the way you and your friend reacted to the room’s defenses. I’ve gone over the security footage extensively: you were stunned, not knocked out at first. And your mutated body responded in a sexual manner. I could see your cheeks growing flush and your pupils dilate, all in a manner consistent with sexual arousal. And that strange friend of yours, she was put into an uncontrollable sexual rage!”
“All highly interesting,” Zero says. “That’s why you’re still alive. I want to run tests on your body, see if some of my theories are right about the way your mutations have affected your sexuality.”
“Wait, slow down,” Specter says. “Experiments? What are you talking about? And where is Bee?”
Zero laughs. “Your friend? She recovered faster than you did. Days ago in fact. I ran a few quick tests on her, uh, ‘unique’ mutation. Then put her to work pleasuring The Horde to keep them distracted. Over the decades we’ve found it’s not good for The Horde to keep men to pleasure us. The clones start to get possessive and start to care more about the men then the well being of the Horde, so doing so has been forbidden. But you’re friend’s not technically a man, so when The Horde demanded her as a play thing I couldn’t object.”
Specter shifts again, an angry defiant look on her face. “We’re not your play things,” she says, her voice sounding far weaker than she had hoped.
Zero laughs. “Oh? I beg to differ. You are, all of you mutated wasteland scum. Play things and lab rats, every one of you. The Horde, we are the only ones left unmutated and unchanged from before the war. We are the last pure genetic stock in the world and WE will be the ones that set the world to right. We just need more time to carry on our experiments…”
Her voice trails off, her eyes glassing over. For an awkwardly long time she says nothing. Her words from earlier come back to Specter, that all of the previous Alphas have gone mad. She suspects this woman is already mad, or at least well on her way there.
Finally the woman shakes her head. “Yes, experiments,” she mutters. “That’s why you’re in here. We’ve chatted enough, it’s time to begin.”
Specter watches the woman bend over a nearby counter and lean down towards a small communication box. “Twenty-Five, Twelve, I’m ready for you now,” she says into the device.
A moment later the door into the room hisses open and two of the identical clones step in, dressed in the same prewar armor with their breasts and crotches exposed. Specter looks at them, wondering if this weird garb is a sign that ALL of the clones are mad.
Together the two women easily pick Specter up and lift her to the nearby table with the metal frame. Specter is too weak to put up any kind of fight and simply lets them strap her into the strange device. When they are done Specter’s ankles and wrists are secured to the metal rigging in the air, her limbs twisted up and behind her torso. This leaves her massive breasts hanging halfway down to the floor. At first they rest on a counter, but the rigging is swung out from above the counter.
“I can handle the rest on my own,” Zero says to the two women.
They both nod. “As you wish, Alpha,” one of them says before they leave the room.
Once they are gone Zero begins connecting things to Specter. She straps some kind of monitor with a screen about the size of a hand onto Specter’s arm. After that she places two large metal circular plates that look a little like earmuffs onto Specter’s head, although the metal band connecting the two sections that cover her ears extends over the back of her head not over the top. On one side a small rectangle box is then connected to the metal plate covering the ear closest to the monitor on her arm, and a series of wires are connected between the two devices.
“What… what is all of this for?” Specter asks nervously as she hangs suspended in the air.
Zero doesn’t answer, she simple takes a metal bar and places it into Specter’s mouth, securing it in place with a leather strap that tightly fits around the back of her head. After that she takes a few more wires and begins connecting them to the strange metal crown-like device digging into her scalp, connecting the wires to the box hanging off the metal plate on the side of her head.
The woman takes a step back, picking up a small tablet form a nearby table and beginning to type something into its screen. She stops, smiling maliciously up at Specter, then touches a button on the screen.
A jolt of painful electricity begins throbbing from the metal crown on her head, each of the points digging into her scalp pulsing and buzzing. The electric pulses feel as though they are boring into her brain.
Her vision goes blurry for a moment, then as it clears her skin lights up with heightened sensitivity. She can feel the faint breeze blowing through the room with intense, almost painful acuteness. Her nipples respond almost immediately, swelling and growing hard. And her pussy, seemingly more sensitive than even her nipples, starts to grow moist as the slight breeze makes her grow aroused. Beyond that she feels suddenly wide awake, as if she won’t be able to sleep as long as the device is attacked to her.
Specter moans through the metal bar jammed in her mouth, looking at Zero with a confused and question look.
“Hush, now,” the woman says to her with an annoyed look. “The experiment hasn’t even begun yet. Give it a few more minutes, THEN you’ll have something to really moan about.”
Zero then picks up a small audio recording device and turns it on. “I am beginning the experiment now,” she says into it. “The subject’s body is primed and already shows a heightened susceptibility to sexual stimulation. The neuro-stimulator is working well, and I will now start testing her response to my various devices one by one.”
Specter has to simply watch in horror as Zero retrieves a metal operating cart full of what looks like high tech sex toys. Metallic and silicon vibrators and dildos fill the tray, along with what looks a collection of various nipple clamps. The scientist narrates what she’s doing, preparing each for use on Specter’s body.
She turns, holding up the smallest of the vibrators. “We shall start small and simple,” she says. “The goal is to see how the oversexed mutated body handles prolonged, endless forced orgasms. Will the subject be able to remain conscious thanks to the neuro-stimulator? Will her mind give out first, or will her body? Only time will tell…”
* * *
Bee feels guilty. She has no idea what the leader of The Horde has done with Specter, she knows only that Zero is conducting some kind of long term experiment on her. She feels guilty because instead of working to locate and save the Ranger, Bee is simply enjoying her new life.
Time is hard to measure down here in this strange prewar facility so she has no idea how long she’s been enjoying her new life. There was no hint of the world above and time quickly started to lose all meaning. Part of that was that she slept when her body demanded it, and was frequently woken before she felt ready.
There were a LOT of clones in The Horde, and the fact that they all looked identical made it even harder to count them. Sure, some looked a bit older or younger and few had scars, but other than that they were all… the same. And each one of them were cock hungry little sluts that were making sure Bee was kept busy fucking nearly every waking moment. And being she was frequently woken up to one of the clones riding her it was clear that the non-stop sex didn’t end once she fell asleep.
At first Bee had found being The Horde’s sex slave demeaning. But as time passed she had learned to revel in it. For the first time since her mutation came into being she felt truly at peace with her body’s constant urges.
And these clones were hardy: they all seemed to be able to take her full, inhuman size. If anything they seemed overjoyed by how painfully big she was. There were even times when a group of the clones would pin her down and see how many of their mouths they could fit on her cock at once, all of them moving their mouths back and forth as they licked and sucked at her.
Yes, Bee was in heaven, but she did feel guilty about it. For the time, though, she waited. Perhaps one of the clones would slip up and mention where Specter was. Or perhaps she’d stumble upon her as she wondered the facility. Although that was probably unlikely… she rarely left the section where all the clones slept.
As time passes her relationship with The Horde begins to change. As the identical women all become more and more infatuated with Bee and her massive cock they slowly start to grow more subservient to her.
One day Bee is laying in bed, surrounded by naked clones as they kiss and massage her body, two of them stroking her cock in an attempt to get her hard again. Bee realizes that she is no longer servicing these women, but that THEY are servicing HER.
From that moment forward things are different. She starts taking command, slowly at first, but more confidently as she finds the clones happily taking orders from her. Soon there are murmurs and whispers that Bee encourages. Perhaps, they whisper, Bee should be the new Alpha.
“And then,” Bee says to herself, “when I’m Alpha I can find Specter and free her from whatever terrible experiment Zero has been conducting on her this whole time.”
* * *
Specter hangs from the metal rigging, her body dripping sweat onto the ground bellow her. Her eyes are rolled up into her head as she moans in pleasure and pain. The neuro-stimulator on her head has kept her conscious these long weeks, ensuring she has been awake for everything Zero has done to her. The lack of sleep and endless orgasms have pushed her to her mental and physical breaking point and she knows if it doesn’t stop soon she’ll go mad or die.
“Good, good,” Zero says, watching as the hanging woman’s body begins to convulse as another orgasm is forced from her. Specter whimpers and whines, her exhausted body barely able to take the powerful pleasure flowing through her. Her muscles are so sore and tired, yet still they tighten with orgasmic release.
Her tits hang down towards the floor, huge and heavy. Glass tubes are attached to her nipples. Inside the tubes her nipples extend out, the suction inside the tube constantly stimulating them. Adding to this stimulation inside the tube are constant bolts of electricity bursting up the tube and jolting painfully onto her nipples. With each jolt Specter moans and shakes, wiggling weakly in a useless attempt to escape. But all this accomplishes is making her huge tits jiggle in a way that the perverse Zero obviously finds pleasing.
Behind and above her is a large mechanical rig, two large pistons extended out and down towards her body. The pistons pump up and down, inserting two large silicon dildos in and out of her pussy and asshole. They pound her body in a steady, robotic pattern: one ramming into her cunt, then as it pulls out the other pounding into her asshole.
Zero moves about the Ranger, taking notes and muttering to herself. “Yes, very interesting data. All of it useful, all of it revealing…”
The door into the lab hisses open, one of the clones walking in. “Alpha?” the woman asks nervously.
“Hmmm?” Zero says without looking up. “Not now, I’ve more tests to run on this mutated fat-titted cow. Come back in a few days.”
“That’s what you said a few days ago,” the woman says. “And a few days before that. And a few days before THAT! You’ve got to stop for a moment and listen to me. Things are… not right with The Horde.”
“What’s this,” Zero says, finally looking up at the woman. “What’s going on?”
“They… they are saying you’ve gone mad, like the last Alpha. That it’s time to replace you.” The woman speaks in a low voice, staring at the floor as she does. “And they have chosen a replacement.”
“Oh, have they now? Is it that little bitch Seventeen? I always thought it would be her that would try.”
“No,” the clone says, her voice growing ever lower. “They have chosen the cock-slave… Bee.” The clone looks up now, a sudden fire in her eyes. “They no longer treat her like a slave, they treat her like their master! It’s madness; the majority of the Horde have become obsessed with the woman and that… delicious cock of hers! We… I mean, they, can’t resist it. They think SHE should be the new Alpha!”
Zero lets out a long, weary sigh. “I guess it’s time.” She looks over at Specter. “And I was so close to finishing my experiments. Oh well. Come, Twelve, let’s go face The Horde. Maybe I can show them the folly of their choices. If not, well, then there will be a new Alpha before long.”
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