They had left Sanctuary Hills before the sun had come over the horizon. Nora had wanted to get the most use out of the daylight she would have. The red and yellow horizon showed that it was probably going to be a clear day, or at least a clear morning. Looking at her Pip-Boy, she thought the best rout was to go overland from Concord to USAF Olivia. About three to four hours. If she could clear out the station in a couple of hours, she might be able to make it to Ten Pines well before the sun was down. Find out what those settlers wanted, then make camp at their farm, going for Malden Center and the West Tek facility the next morning. If everything worked as planned, she would have another follower and the schematics to night vision. Make visors for everyone in her party and they would rule the night.

 

They ran into their first delay to the northwest of Concord. Some more Raiders, three of them, had set up a small camp that included a couple of ruined houses and a cobbled together shack. Dogmeat woofed softly as the shack came into sight, and Nora thought it might be a good time to try out the Hammer, as she had dubbed her grenade launcher. She spotted a couple of Raiders sitting around a small fire, while another was coming out of the woods with an armful of branches to replenish their cooking pit.

 

Nora aimed in carefully over the extended sights, remembering that this weapon didn’t have a flat trajectory like a rifle. When she thought she had it set she squeezed the trigger. The launcher went off with a popping sound, the stock slamming hard into her shoulder. The round looped into the camp, not a perfect shot but good enough. It exploded when it hit, sending splinters of shrapnel into the Raiders as it went off with a louder pop that the firing had made. The two Raiders fell away to either side as if they had been hit by a hammer, to lie dead on the ground.

 

“You killed them,” shouted the remaining Raider, dropping the wood and running toward Nora. Who drew her pistol and put a .45 round center mass in the man, knocking him back on his ass. With a groan he fell back and expired.

 

“Well, that thing worked as advertised,” said Barb as they looted the shack.

 

“It works even better when there are more of them in the blast radius,” said Nora, patting the stock of the Hammer. “But I have to say, it’s promising. Just make sure I know where you are in the battlespace, Barb. I will never forgive you if you get blown away by one of my grenades.”

 

“Wouldn’t want that either,” said the frowning woman. The frown turned over into a smile. “So let’s make damn sure that only the assholes get a grenade.”

 

They actually made it to the station in three hours, ahead of schedule. There were a lot of distractions along the way. Molerats, bloatflies, minor annoyances that could become serious problems if ignored. Wild dogs, ugly as sin and ill tempered. Her dogs intercepted them for the most part, holding them at bay while Nora and Barb put paid to them. And numerous radstags. If the had had the time she would have taken them down and butchered them. That would have been an all-day task, and she wasn’t about to kill good meat animals just to let them go to waste.

 

The huge dish of the satellite relay station loomed ahead over the trees. Their first target of the day. Since she didn’t know what to expect, she waved everybody down and moved forward in a crouch. What she didn’t expect were mole rats, coming out of the ground and charging. Nora had no choice but to take them out with automatic fire, cringing inside as she thought about how was giving herself away to the two-legged predators inside.

 

“There’s someone down there,” called out a voice from up on the scaffolding of the array.

 

Thanks for letting me know where you are, thought Nora, spotting the Raider up on the scaffolding. She readied the grenade launcher, sighting in and letting loose. And blasting the body of the Raider into the air to fall to her death.

 

“What the hell was that?” called out another Raider.

 

“I don’t know. Just keep watching for them.”

 

Now she knew where all of the outside watch was. Or she assumed that was all of them, reminding herself to not assume shit. Someone moved by one of the shacks underneath the scaffolding, and Nora sighted in on the cap covered head of the Raider woman who was anxiously looking for her enemy. She thought if they wore helmets they would have been better served. Fortunately, they didn’t think, and she ended that one with a round through the cap.

 

“Sonya. You still there,” called out a man’s voice.

 

She’s waiting for you in hell, bastard, thought Nora, creeping forward, aware of Barb on her flank.

 

“Only a fucking coward hides,” yelled out the man, the standard Raider refrain.

 

Nora zeroed in on the voice and moved forward like a ghost, coming up behind the Raider, who was anxiously staring in the wrong direction. “Only a fucking idiot gives away his position,” she said from behind the man, her pistol aimed at his head. The Raider turned, not quick enough, and ate a bullet that blasted him into the same afterlife as his two partners.

 

“They’re so fucking stupid,” she told Barb when the woman joined back up with her at the entrance to the satellite bunker.

 

“They’re fucking lazy is what they are,” said Barb, kicking the body at her feet. “No initiative to do anything but prey on people who actually produce. Makes them stupid.”

 

“I think you’re right,” said Nora, nodding to a position to the side of the interior door. Barb moved into position and readied her weapon. Nora flung open the door, the barrel of her rifle sweeping the space. Empty. She moved in a crouch down the steps and into the station. There was a laser tripwire across the steps, really a poorly laid trap that she made out from yards away. Nora knelt and took apart the trigger, then the other one, putting the components into a belt pouch. There was another door at the bottom, locked. She broke a couple of bobby pins at the bottom before it clicked open, then went to a knee and waited for some response. None came, and she moved into the bunker, ears alertly listening.

 

Dogmeat crouched nearby, hackles raised as he sniffed the area. Nora thought the place smelled horrible, rotting meat, and she felt for the dog with his much more sensitive olfactory apparatus. Charming, she thought, looking at the headless naked body that was hoisted onto a pillar with a tire iron up its ass. There was a small room ahead, with a number of foot lockers, and she moved into it after motioning for Barb to cover the entrance to the inner spaces of the bunker. The lock on the first foot locker was easy, and she almost cried out as she saw thirty or so MREs, still sealed. Those would feed them on this trip if nothing else presented itself, and help the settlement otherwise. The other locker contained the same, and she wondered why the Raiders hadn’t breached the locks. Probably too lazy, as Barb had said.

 

“What the fuck,” yelled out a voice, just as Barb’s machine pistol spoke. Nora was out of the room in an instant, her rifle covering the other corridor just in time to take down another Raider. The suppressor on the rifle didn’t really make it silent, but it went a long way to muffling the sound of the weapon firing.

 

A face appeared at a window into a central chamber, and a barrel was thrust through. Nora ran to that wall, stuck her rifle through the opening, and fired off a long burst. From the calls coming from the other side she had taken out more than one person.

 

“This way,” she told Barb, motioning for the dogs to run ahead and going to the left.

 

Dogmeat ran into a Raider much like that dog in the old movie, moving like a blur and knocking the woman back, biting deep into her thigh. Dewey jumped on another, and Nora gunned down the third who came into the corridor.

 

She unlimbered the grenade launcher and sent a round into the room beyond.

 

“What the hell was that?” called out a voice.

 

She heard the whine of a spinning up minigun, and then the damned thing was sending a spray of rounds through the doorway and into the corridor. The dogs both ducked down and crawled away, recognizing that this was something they couldn’t fight. The firing went on for some seconds before the shooter realized she was wasting ammo and stopped.

 

Nora pulled a hand grenade pin, released the handle, waited a couple of seconds and tossed it through the door, cringing as she thought that it might be hit by a round. The grenade sailed in and detonated, and multiple voices cried out as they took shrapnel splinters. Nora leaned around the opening low, the grenade launcher ready, searching quickly for a target. The minigun immediately started its spin up, and she fired into the center of the room and pulled her head and shoulders back behind the wall.

 

Barb was firing behind her, while several Raiders cried out. Barb yelped as well, and the dogs went to help her while Nora worried that her friend had just been wounded.

 

“Only a fucking coward hides.”

 

“And only an idiot spouts such nonsense,” she yelled back, jacking another round in the chamber of the grenade launcher.

 

“I’m fucking going to tear your head off and shit down your throat,” yelled the voice she associated with the leader.

 

Keep wasting ammo, asshole, thought Nora, readying another grenade, all the while worrying that Barb might be bleeding out. The staccato sound of the machine pistol settle her mind a bit, but she felt that she still needed to come to Barb’s aid. And she was accomplishing shit all at this entrance to the large room.

 

The minigun stopped, and Nora again leaned in and fired a grenade, this time actually aiming at a target. She reloaded the launcher, then retreated, turning and running up the corridor. She found Bard sitting against a wall, an empty stimpack laying on the floor beside her. The dogs were a little bit down the corridor, crouched down and growling/beeping. There were three Raider bodies in the corridor, attesting to the deadly efficiency of her friend.

 

“Just give me a moment and I’ll be back in it,” said the grimacing woman.

 

“I’m doing damn all against them up there. That bitch with the minigun is keeping me down.”

 

“That’s got to be Ack Ack,” said Barb, grimacing. “She’s the only Raider I know who uses a minigun. I was wondering where her gang got off to.”

 

“So she’s a famous Raider, huh? Then I definitely want her. You ready?”

 

Barb took a deep swig of her canteen then pushed herself up to her feet with the help of Nora. “I can back you up. Just don’t go too fast.”

 

Nora nodded, then moved ahead, rifle at the ready.

 

“Where’d the bitch go,” yelled out the minigunner. “Make sure she’s not trying to go around the other way.”

 

“Change of plan. Wait for them to appear and take them out. I’m going to take out that bitch.”

 

“Be careful.”

 

Nora smiled, then ran back up the corridor to the doorway into the central room. Just in time to see a pair of Raiders coming through the door, rifle and shotgun ready. Nora went to a knee and brought her rifle to her shoulder, firing off a long burst that knocked both barbarians on their asses. She ran into the room, rifle to shoulder, to see the boss, Ack Ack, turning her way, the barrels of the minigun following. Nora sighted in, then held her trigger down, sending a long burst into the leader. The barrels of the minigun started to spin up, almost in line with Nora. They stopped as the finger holding down the trigger relaxed in death.

 

The Sole Survivor let out a breath, her body shaking from the stress. She had taken a risk running into this room so she could take out the leader, and it could have gone very badly indeed. It had worked out, and the room was filled with the bodies of almost a dozen Raiders.

 

“On me,” she called out, and the dogs came running into the room. “Search.” Both dogs immediately went and started sniffing out the many rooms down in the guts of the station. One room contained radroaches, and a sheen of fluid on the floor that reminded Nora of fuel. She fired one round at the floor, letting the sparks set the fuel on fire. It went up with a woosh, and burned out quickly.

 

Nora barely held her stomach contents in as she saw all the dead children in one corner. There were nuclear warheads scattered about, and someone had been trying to surgically insert the bombs into their little bodies. She hadn’t thought anyone could be that depraved, but Ack Ack had proven her wrong. She called Wilson into the room and put all the warheads and parts into the robot, then had it follow her out of the room.

 

“I think we’ll stay the night,” she told Barb, looking over the largess of materials at hand. “You could use the rest to recover, and I want to pick this place clean.”

 

They went through the bunker, gathering up everything of interest. There were almost a hundred phones, giving them plastic, wiring and circuitry. She ripped the wiring out of vending machines and wrecked computers, taking care to get all of the circuit boards. There was a box of energy cells in one of the rooms, and she filled Wilson up with the batteries. Ammo, explosives, more MREs and bottled water, tools, she took it all, stripping the place bare. Wilson filled up quickly, and she sent him back to Sanctuary to unload. It would be several hours before he returned, so she made stacks of weapons and armor, field stripping the weapons and setting her Handy to the task of disassembling the armor so she could get what she wanted from it and discard the rest. She ended up with nice piles of nylon thread, alloy scraps, pieces of leather, all things she could use. And they gathered hundreds of tools. In one toolbox she found a gold locket, which had the picture of a woman inside.

 

“Well, I’ve got the locket the Abernathy's wanted,” she told Barb, who was busy field stripping weapons.

 

“Good deal. And here comes your robot.”

 

Wilson materialized in front of the two. The way the robot came and went, invisible until needed, creeped Nora out. But it was an effective way to move equipment without having to worry about it being intercepted. They loaded up the robot and sent it on its way. Nora selected a relatively clean room and laid her sleeping bag out, then zipped Barb’s into it to make one double. She hoped her partner was up for some stress relief. Nora had killed many people this day, including some Raider children who had left her no choice, and she was sure she would see their faces this night. Sure, they deserved it. And sure, she had been the one to bring justice to them. But it still ate at her spirit to have to kill so many, and she worried the day might come when it no longer bothered her. When she no longer recognized herself.

 

Killing Raiders didn’t seem to bother Barb. Almost getting killed did, and Barb was ready for some loving when Nora climbed naked into the sleeping bag to cuddle with her partner. Soon they were kissing, hands roaming over straining bodies, ignoring the filth they had accumulated through the day. Nora thought she would wait for her own satisfaction, and gave Barb a good licking while probing her pussy with the dildo the Scaver always carried. Soon Barb was gasping out her pleasure, and Nora went after her clit relentlessly, pushing the woman into a cascade of orgasms.

 

“My turn,” said Nora, getting onto her back and opening up her legs.

 

“A moment to catch my breath, please.”

 

“No wait, slave. I want satisfaction, now.”

 

Barb laughed, and went to work. Her mouth over Nora’s labia, she reached up and started playing with a breast, making the taunt nipple harder. Nora gasped as the skilled tongue flicked back and forth across her clit, then arched her back as Barb pushed the dildo home in the Sole Survivor’s pussy.

 

“Oh God,” gasped Nora as she felt her orgasm building. She had always been quick to cum, unlike most women, and though it still took ten minutes of concentrated stimulation to knock out the first, the rest followed much more quickly. She clamped her quivering thighs around the head of the other woman as her body shook and the electric tingle of pleasure rose from her toes, running up to the top of her scalp.

 

“I’m good,” she told Barb, her chest flushed, her breath coming ragged.

 

“Well, I could do with another go,” said the other woman, laying back and assuming the position.

 

Nora smiled and went to work, sending Barb into another series of orgasms. Then she let Barb do the same to her, until both were exhausted. She held the other woman in her arms, flesh pressed to flesh in delicious contact.

 

“Thank you for being there for me today. And for helping me to get off.”

 

“You are the best partner I could have imagined,” said Barb, yawning. “You don’t judge me, and you’re always up for killing when killing is called for, and sex when that’s called for. I…”

 

Barb quit speaking as her eyes closed and her breath steadied. Nora thought for a moment on her relationship with the younger woman, feeling Barb's breath as she experienced the beating heart of the other. This was what life was about. And while she was sure she would eventually want a man, the young woman was a satisfactory substitute until that happy day.

 

The next morning they ate MREs, drank water bottled before the war, then loaded up Wilson one more time, sending him on his way. They had a two or three hour walk ahead to reach Ten Pines Bluff, and the whole day ahead to accomplish it. The pair sat for a half an hour, making sure all of their mags were filled, their rations for the day in their packs. Leaving the bunker they encountered some more mole rats, sending them to mole rat heaven before moving on.

 

*     *     *

 

It was late morning by the time they sighted the couple of ruined shacks and the small field that made up Ten Pines Bluff. It had turned into a hot day, and they had fought through the normal pests of wild dogs, blood bugs and bloat flies, with a few mole rats thrown in for good measure. There had been on long stop in a junkyard, the Handy stripping wire and circuits from ruined machines. Nora thought that even though she might not need all of this stuff right now, she was planning on rebuilding a civilization. Until she developed the means to make new circuit boards and circuitry, the remains of the past civilization were what she had to work with.

 

“You are so strange,” said Barb while they sat and watched the Handy at work. The robot was not only a set of hands and tools. It had a small laser and a flame thrower, and could fight in a pinch. It had no tactical sense, however, and was likely to just float out in the open, shooting up the area with abandon. While tough, it was not invulnerable, so she had it set for passive, only to engage at her command.

 

“How so?” asked Nora, giving Barb a curious look.

 

“You’re the first person I’ve met who looks over this horror and doesn’t think its an insurmountable task. You really think you can rebuild the world you came from. Crazy.”

 

“Then why help me?”

 

“Because I believe you might actually be able to do it. You have a drive like I’ve never seen.”

 

Nora thought for a moment. Shaun was still her first priority, but she had no way of knowing where he was. The organization that had taken him had hinted of power and competence. So she needed such an organization behind her as well. She didn’t think Shaun in danger at the moment. If he had been, he was most likely already dead, and all she could look forward to was revenge. Still, in either case, having a number of productive settlements supporting her own agenda would be a necessity.

 

They walked into the small settlement as the four inhabitants all reached for weapons and went to ground. “Hold it right there, stranger,” yelled the woman who seemed to be in charge. “We’ve had enough of assholes with guns. So turn right around and leave, unless you want to be shot.”

 

“If I told you I was with the Minutemen, would you still want to shoot me?”

 

“You’re with the Minutemen,” exclaimed the farmer. To her credit she didn’t come out of cover, indicating that she wasn’t a complete idiot. “I didn’t think you people still existed. I guess that trader I told our problems to found you.”

 

“I guess they did,” said Nora. “Now, can we come in and be assured that you aren’t going to shoot us?”

 

“I guess,” said the farmer, standing. She offered them a seat in one of the old chairs near their cook pot, then took the last for herself.

 

“I’m Angeline Crow,” said the woman, looking the pair of Minutemen over. “And are you from a Vault. Only Vault dwellers have those machines on their arms.”

 

“Vault one eleven,” said Nora. “And it’s a long story.”

 

“Most Vault dwellers don’t know how to fight,” said Angeline, doubt in her eyes.

 

“Nora knows how to fight right enough,” said Barb. “Best damned warrior I’ve ever seen.”

 

The doubt lingered in the woman’s eyes, but she decided to trust the two. “We’re having problems with Raiders. What else could it be. We barely grow enough to survive as it is, up here with no water other than the mess we get from the well. And they grab everything we’ve got. They’re about to drive us out of here.”

 

Nora thought it might be a good idea to relocate these four to Sanctuary Hills. But this looked like a good place. High ground, defensible if they had some turrets and the fighters to protect it.

 

“How many are we talking about?”

 

“There were three this time, up to five at others. No telling how many back at their base.”

 

“And this base is, where?”

 

“They mentioned something about the old Corvega plant in Lexington,” said Angeline, playing with the fire with the long stick in her hand.

 

“That’s a big place, Nora. There could be fifty of them holed up in there.”

 

“We’ll look it over and see what’s the best way to handle this is,” said Nora.

 

“Just the two of you,” exclaimed Angeline. “Seems like suicide to me.”

 

“We’ll take care of those Raiders for you. And I want you to think about joining the Minutemen when we return.”

 

Nora thought it might be a good idea to spend the night on the Bluff. Angeline offered them food, from what little they had, but it was obvious to Nora that these people were near starvation, expending more calories each day than they were taking in. So she pulled six MREs and the same number of bottled waters from her pack and offered to give them a meal.

 

“What the hell are these?” asked Derrick, the only male of the group.

 

“Meals Ready to Eat,” said Nora, ripping open a packet of spaghetti and meat balls, with a side of garlic bread. “From before the war. All the calories you need for a day, in one meal.”

 

“We’re farming folk,” said Rachel, the cute little brunette of about fourteen that looked to be Angeline’s daughter. “We use up a lot of calories.”

 

And a Ranger humping a full pack uses even more, and one of these would feed one of those warriors, thought Nora, handing Barb a meal, then tossing the other four to the ground for the farmers to choose from. She thought she would leave them another eight MREs in the morning, enough to pull them back from the brink of starvation. Maybe twelve. She had sent over eighty of the things back to Sanctuary Hills on Wilson, and it would leave her and Barb with five days of rations. Surely enough.

 

She talked for several hours with the farmers as night began to fall. They were common folk, though all could read and write, and they knew little of the world beyond their stretch of the Commonwealth.

 

“In the camp,” called out a voice from beyond the light of the fire. “Lucas Miller coming in.”

 

“Those are the traders that frequent this region,” said Angeline, getting to her feet. “You might want to look over his stock.”

 

The farmers all had good quality leather armor, as well as pipe pistols and one prewar shotgun. Enough to offer some defense, though Nora was thinking a half dozen turrets would really give them some bite.

 

Lucas Miller came walking into camp fully arrayed in his armor, three strapping men, caravan guards, with him. They led three overloaded brahman cows, which they started to unload within the camp, giving the beasts a break.

 

“We just ate, Lucas. So I guess you’re going to have to fend for yourselves.”

 

“Here,” said Nora, pulling four more MREs out of her pack.

 

“Haven’t seen any of these in a long while,” said one of the guards. “Where’d you get them?”

 

“I took them from the Raiders in Olivia,” said Nora, to the surprised expressions of the caravanners. “That group won’t be troubling anyone anymore.”

 

“You killed Ack Ack and her crew,” said Lucas, looking Nora over. “Impressive. How many did you lose.”

 

“Not a one,” said Nora, Barb nodding her agreement. “I’ve found Raiders to be dumb as rocks with no tactical sense. All they do is boast, threaten and give their positions away.”

 

“You talk like a military person,” said one of the guards, he with a Minuteman cap on his head.

 

Nora thought for a moment, wondering if she should lie, then deciding that the truth was best. If people found that they had been lied to, no matter the reason, they were slow to trust again.

 

“I was Navy. A fighter pilot from before the war. Vault Tech put me and three hundred others into cryo and I just came out of it three weeks ago. There were no other survivors.”

 

“Well, that sucks,” said Lucas. “We could have used three hundred of you in the Commonwealth.”

 

“We’ve established a Minuteman settlement over in Sanctuary Hills. You might want to visit. I have eight people already. Maybe more by now. Preston Garvey is leading them.”

 

“Crazy Preston,” said the man with the Minuteman cap. “Well, you couldn’t have found someone more dedicated to the cause.”

 

“So, Angeline. Our usual deal?” asked Lucas.

 

“If I must,” said the woman with a sigh.

 

“What’s the deal?”

 

“Why, I let Lucas and his men fuck me, and I get some ammo and a little food in return.”

 

Nora wasn’t sure about that deal, but it was Angeline’s to make. She had found that the Wastelanders were incredibly open about sex, willing to use it casually to seal deals, make agreements, or barter. Since they had particularly good contraceptives, including pills that both prevented pregnancies and aborted the child after the fact, and their healing medications were very good, there was nothing preventing them pairing up as much as they wanted. She had also found rubbers in many of the house medicine cabinets in buildings she had searched, but they didn’t appear to be in common use in this world. She couldn’t blame them. She hated the dick sheaths herself, preferring to feel a man’s cum in her, and letting him enjoy the feeling of pussy around his dick, and not latex.

 

“Only you?”

 

“Well, I’m not about to let my little girl join in. Let her remain a child while she can. And Debbie just isn’t into men. Why, you want to help out?”

 

Seeing the expression on the faces of the trader and guards, they thought that a great idea. And she thought, much as the farmer might enjoy getting fucked, taking on four men might be a little much in her malnourished state.

 

“Why not. You in, Barb?”

 

“No thanks,” said her partner. “I’m still not ready.”

 

“Okay. Where to?” she asked Angeline.

 

The small shack barely had a roof, and no intact walls. Angeline lit a few candles with an old lighter, then started to strip out of her clothes. Nora was soon following suit, while the trader and guards shed their clothes like they were on fire. Nora soon found herself on her knees on one of the mattresses, Lucas’ thick cock in her mouth while her soft right hand stroked the somewhat smaller member of the guard that was part of her share.

 

“You are really good at that, Nora,” said Lucas with a sigh as she bobbed on his cock. She licked around the head, then up and down the shaft before plunging back onto it, taking him all the way into her throat with a slight gag. “If you fight as well as you suck dick, those Raiders don’t have a chance.”

 

Nora giggled, which set Lucas to groaning. That was something else she had noticed about these people. There was no shame in casual sex, including prostitution. Even infidelity was looked at as just another hook up. People got off as they wanted, and no one else had a say in it. She kept sucking as his cock swelled, and the man pushed her gently away.

 

“I want to fuck,” said Lucas, helping her down onto the mattress. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about all day, though I didn’t consider I might get some strange this night.”

 

They were both about to get some strange, genitals they had never fucked before going into each other. Nora placed the tip of the trader’s dick at her slick entrance, then gasped as he slowly pushed it in. He knew what he was doing, what kind of equipment he had, as he inserted it slowly, allowing her vagina time to adjust. When he was all the way in he started a slow in and out motion that sped up as he fucked her.

 

The guard, the one who had worn the Minuteman hat, knelt by her face and let her inhale his cock, her tongue working the shaft as he plunged back to the entrance to her throat. He lacked the girth of Lucas, and his long cock slid comfortable into her throat, to be massaged by her tight muscles.

 

“I’m gonna cum,” hissed Lucas.

 

Not yet, your bastard, thought Nora, trying to change his rhythm so he would hold on and let her approach her own orgasm. It was no use. Lucas grunted as his dick head swelled and he shot a heavy load into her pussy.

 

“Sorry,” said the trader, getting off of her and offering her cum flowing pussy to his man, who went for it like it was the escape hatch from a burning building. He offered his own slick cock to Nora’s lips and sighed. “It’s been too long, and you felt too good. Next time will last longer.”

 

The guard had some staying power, and he drove his dick into her pussy hard and fast, bringing on a pair of orgasms for Nora. She clamped her legs around him as she worked on Lucas’s dick, then released the trader’s cock and cried out from her third orgasm, the clenching of her pussy sending the guard over the edge, shooting a load into her already sloppy pussy.

 

“Anyone else want some of this?” asked the guard. He looked into Nora’s eyes. “If it’s okay with the lady, that is.”

 

“Of course,” said Nora. She had noticed that although Angeline’s heart was in it, her body was not. She was too tired, still malnourished, having enough trouble dealing with the one man in her pussy.

 

The other guard came over, leading with a hard dick, and mounted Nora. He was also pretty good, moving his average sized cock in all the ways that a woman loved, rubbing his groin into hers, sending spasms of pleasure through her clit. She had two more orgasms with him before he blew his load, then welcomed Lucas, who had been on the verge of blowing into her mouth, back into her pussy.

 

This time he did as promised, fucking her for a good hour, sending her into a cascade of orgasms before he shot his second load of the night in the same place the first had gone. Then it was falling asleep in a pile of bodies.

 

Nora awoke to the feel of something soft and wet working at her pussy. She looked up to see Angeline, her face buried in Nora’s cunt as she lapped out the semen. When she had gotten it all she licked Nora’s inner thighs clean.

 

“Thanks,” said Nora. “You want me to return the favor.”

 

“I’ll let Rachel do it. I may not want to see her getting fucked yet, but she could use the protein.”

 

Nora thought that was a cold way of thinking about sexual emissions and your child, but this was a hard world, and people did what they must to get by.

 

Angeline balked when Nora presented her with twelve MREs in the morning.

 

“I can’t take these,” said the proud farmer.

 

“You will take these. No arguments. You all are on the verge of starving, and these will pull you back from that edge.”

 

Lucas gave the settlement some vegetables and a bunch of jerky, his part of the deal. Nora had let him know that any gratitude he wanted to show her could go to the farmers.

 

“Come see us up at Sanctuary Hills,” she had told him as she finished getting into her gear. Nora smelled, and felt filthy, and really wanted a bath, not to be had on the dry plateau. No one else seemed to notice, since that was the normal state of things in this part of the world.

 

“Will you be entertaining?”

 

“I might be convinced to be accommodating to you and your men. Maybe even Barb could be talked into it.”

 

“Then we’ll see you there,” said the smiling trader.