[IP] Survival

He pulls her hair; just the way she remembered, and whispers in her ear: "we are going to a place far away, but close to your heart. Are you ready?". Before she can answer, the words are taken from her tongue. Waves of pleasure and warmth fill her mind, awakening every sense and nerve, like a lightning bolt in the night sky. He lays her down; and rips her shirt open, her full breasts bouncing freely. She moans in delight, "are you ready?" He says again. She can just barely moan "yes" as he takes her to that place far away, but close to her heart. She lays there; naked, soaked with sweat, her back arched with pleasure. "Almost there" he says, as she nears her climax, as every synapse lights up like a star and her thoughts dissolve like sugar on the tongue. "Yes" she moans, "yes"....

And then she wakes up. The cold reality of the real world rushing through her like a piercing wind, chilling her bones. "Yes" she says again quietly; touching her lips, trying to hold on to the feeling. But its hopeless, like trying to remember a dream after waking. She opens her eyes, and climbs out of her shelter to observe the world. It is cold and desolate; the land stretches for miles and miles, for as far as she could see. The wind blows heavy dust across the land, through the sparse skeleton of civilisation.

She lets out a heavy sigh; packs her equipment and rifle, checking her ammo and supplies. There isn't much left, a few scraps of bread and some old meat. "Shit" she mutters to herself, she has exhausted her water supplies and is down to just a few bullets.

She picks up her pack and sets off into the wild. She doesn't remember how long it has been this way; maybe 5 years, maybe ten. But she remembers how it started; she remembers the rumbles; the tremors that seemed to come from within the earth, that swept across the land and hit her like a wall. She remembers the clouds, how they seemed to part and blossom upwards like flowers, their leaves reaching out across the sky for miles.

But most of all; she remembers the fire. A great heat, coming over the horizon like a great wave and scorching the earth; the trees, the buildings, cars, people, everything. Instantly eviscerated, reduced to ashes and scattered like embers, leaving only the scarred and charred earth.

It didn't take long for the new reality to set in. With much of humanity gone; the ones who survived banded together, forming vast camps and contingents. Some, like her, chose to remain alone in the wild; wondering the plains. Not many knew what they searched for, and even fewer lived to find out.

She was amazed at how quickly civilisation, society, humanity, turned to violence and brutality. Many of the camps that formed after the change became nomadic, almost tribe like. Many camps turned into large groups, often with a hierarchy or central power. And the brutality that followed was just as swift; women became slaves, relegated to up-keeping the camps, tending to the men, and preparing food. Many more of these women became merely vessels, carriers of the seed of the group leader. Most of the camps had more barbaric ideas in mind for its women, using them as sex slaves, keeping them in pens like cattle.

She had experienced this brutality firsthand, her body had been exposed to the cruel and primal nature of humanity. Captured by the Barren Born; she was dragged through their camp like a trophy, a showcase for the cheering men of the camp, frothing at the mouths like predators, ready and eager for the kill.

She remembers in vivid detail what happened, what the offspring of a lifetime of pain had done to her. She was brought to the main tent in the camp of the Barren Born, and bound to a center table. One of the men, whose name she did not know, approached her from the darkness with grim anticipation in his eyes. He brandished a knife in one hand; jagged and sharp, a reflection of the cruelty dealt by its own. He leant down to her ear, his foul breath heating the side of her face. He whispers in her ear: "your flesh is ours now." The men surrounding the table jeered in response.

"Your body will be mine first; your skin will feel my desire, and your soul will offer itself to me." She did not respond. He flashed a grim smile; then began to run his hand down her body, starting from her neck, slowly he brought his rough fingers down her collarbone onto her chest, then onto her breasts. She slams her eyes shut tight, and waits for it to be over.

She can feel him; feeling the soft firmness of her breasts, lightly bringing his fingers over her nipples. He begins moving his hand downwards again over her stomach, where he lifts up her shirt slightly. "Your body is firm" he says again in her ear as he feels the texture of her skin. She refuses to react, to give him the satisfaction.

Undeterred, he continues exploring her body. He brings his hand down from her stomach to her belt, which he begins to undo slowly, with deliberate intention. "Your body will be mine, and it shall bear my heat." Suddenly; he rips off her belt and tosses it to the ground, the top of her pants now open. He reaches a hand in, feeling her vagina through her underwear, she could tell his desire was growing fast.

As she thought it; he grips her pants zipper with both hands and begins to pull them apart. His mouth now frothing and his eyes dilated, he rips and tears at them with a primal lust. The zipper withstands his attempts, so he turns his attention to her thigh. Gripping the fabric in both hands; he tears open her pant leg, revealing her glistening skin underneath. He proceeds to tear off the rest of her pants, her legs now bare on the cold metal table. He then picks up his knife; and slips it underneath the bottom of her shirt, blade side up. Then in one swift move, he pushes the blade simultaeneously upwards and forwards, slicing her shirt in half; revealing her toned, fit body and full, luscious breasts.

Finally; he turns his attention to her underwear. Throwing the knife to the side, he rips her underwear to shreds. Now bare; naked on the table, she feels the cold steel of the table beneath her on her skin, stealing the breath from her lungs. "Your body will be mine' he says one final time; before stripping down himself, revealing his scarred body. He leaps onto the table, pushing her legs apart. "And your soul will give itself to me" he thrusts hard, pushing his erect penis deep into her vagina. She recoils; and her back arches. She pushes her mouth closed, desperatley holding in her breath as he continues his thrusts; in and out, harder and harder each time. He thrusts his head upwards and her back arches, his hard penis gliding along the soft, wet, glistening walls of her vagina. She tries to hold it in; but she can't, her moans of pleasure escaping her lips.

She feels it; she thinks to herself, somewhere deep in the back of her mind. She feels her soul letting go, giving itself to him, surrendering to his hot primal blood. The son of pain, the Barren Born.

He speeds up his thrusts; her moans increasing in frequency and volume. Her body soaked in sweat, her full breasts bouncing from the force, her legs spread wide, her feet resting on the cold steel of the table.

And then; after what felt like an eternity, she felt him climax. Her moans reached a peak, and she let out a primal noise, her body and soul engulfed in pleasure. He pulled back from her, and she felt his warm cum inside her, dripping from her vagina onto the table. He stands next to her; glistening in sweat and panting, " now, your body is mine."

She barely registers his words; letting her long toned legs rest on the table. Her wet skin glistens under the dim light, her breasts rising and falling as she pants and gains her breath.

She remembers this now. She remembers how she slaughters him in his sleep, her vengeance now complete. "My soul is not yours to have" she mutters with disgust, as she leaves the body of the Barren Born for others to find. She remembers escaping into the cold night, into the uncertainty of the world, knowing not of her fate.

She remembers this now as she walks the plains; her equipment slung over her shoulder, as she walks towards the sun. She doesn't know her fate, nor what she is looking for, but she knows the journey there, and that is all she needs.

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