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. Marshall sped down the highway on his motorcycle, his
black coat dancing in the wind behind him. His hat was in one
of his saddle bags, and his short brown hair flittered as he
enjoyed the scenery of Mexico. He hadn't ridden his
motorcycle since before the war. There are no gas stations in
the US. The country lost every oil drilling and refinery
plant to the destruction of World War Three. Being American,
he had to show his travel visa three times while filling the
tank of his bike; still the bliss of riding it again after so
long had him tempted to crack a smile. He was heading south
to the tip of the Baja Peninsula. On his right, he could see
the peaceful, beautiful beaches of Mexico a few miles from
the highway. The sand was light brown, soft looking and
inviting. He thought about how different the beaches in
California were left by the war. The heat from explosions had
melted sand into dangerous black shards of glass that
littered the coast. Body parts, decayed rotted flesh and
bones washed in and out with tide. Marshall shook the
memories from his head and watched the highway roll beneath
him as he sped south.
. In a small town close to the border, Jonahs, and the
other deputy who was still being called Rookie, sat on a
hotel bed. The hotel room was nothing special. Two beds, a
small desk, a bathroom and a television, but it was a plush
comfort of perfume cleaned softness that two of the three
guests hadn't experienced in over six years. The rookie
pushed the power button on the remote control and watched
wide eyed as the television flickered to life. A young
attractive man and woman stood looking dramatically into each
others eyes. A deep Latin voice narrated in Spanish as the
camera zoomed in on their emotional faces. They kissed as a
swell of melodramatic music filled the room. The screen faded
to black with the music dropping and commercials started. A
rush of annoyingly fast images sped by with even more
annoying music and sound affects. The rookie turned the TV
off and tossed the remote control across the room.
ROOKIE 1
I don't remember television being
that bad when I was a kid.
Jonahs chuckled. With the TV off, they could hear the water
filling the tub in the bathroom. It stopped and they looked
as Anna stepped into the open doorway. She was nude, leaning
on the arch precariously.
ANNA
Jonahs, would you mind getting my
back for me.
The light of the bathroom was bright and made a near
silhouette of her soft curvy figure.
ROOKIE 1
Lucky bastard.
Jonahs shrugged and walked with Anna into the bathroom. As
she stepped into the tub he grabbed a washcloth from the rack
and began rubbing a lather from the tiny round bar of hotel
soap. He handed her the small cube and began gently spreading
the bubbly lather across her shoulders. Anna slid the soap
along her thick, shapely calves beneath the water. Jonahs
noticed as she rubbed her cheek. She still had a small red
mark from where the man had struck her before they crossed
the border. He stopped bathing her shoulders.
JONAHS
It wasn't easy.
Anna twisted and looked at him.
ANNA
What wasn't easy?
JONAHS
Sneaking around, staying out of
sight. Waiting while those men did
that what they did to you.
Anna went back to gliding the soap along her legs.
ANNA
That's sweet of you, but if you
hadn't, we would all be dead.
He sat in silence. When she didn't feel the towel on her
back, Anna turned to look at Jonahs again. His face was
twisted with sorrow and confusion.
ANNA (CONT'D)
You live in one of the northern
states, don't you, kid?
JONAHS
How could you tell?
ANNA
You're what, twenty one?
JONAHS
Twenty two.
ANNA
That would make you about sixteen
when the war ended. Canada swept
into the US like saviors from
heaven.
Rebuilding cities, providing law
enforcement. They restored a lot of
peoples' lives, but it didn't go
any further south than the Dakotas.
I was in California, the only state
to get hit with two nukes before
the end.
She leaned back and bent her knees, letting her chest sink
into the warm water.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Before it became total chaos,
everyone was told to head north. We
migrated in packs like animals,
hoping to find safety in numbers.
She chuckled softly at the thought as she rubbed soapy lather
around her large breast.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Larger packs of travelers would
attack smaller ones... Sometimes,
they'd kill the men and take the
women. Sometimes they'd kill
everyone and take all the supplies.
She paused and looked at the ceiling.
ANNA (CONT'D)
And sometimes, they were just
really hungry. You have no idea
what evil things humans will do to
survive.
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as her meaning
slowly crept into Jonahs' understanding. He sat on the edge
of the tub holding the washcloth.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Those men at the border were
nothing more than angry children
playing bully. They fell right into
Marshall's hands. That man's gift
for tactics goes beyond genius.
A wash of anger poured across the young man's face.
JONAHS
I don't understand how you can be
so loyal to a man who would use you
as bait that way. How can you still
follow him so blindly?
Anna sat up swirling the water into small loud splashes and
glared at Jonahs.
ANNA
You're a good kid, but you're
young. You have a lot to learn
about loyalty, and even more to
learn about what it means to be in
charge of a situation.
She snatched the washcloth away from him and folded her arms.
ANNA (CONT'D)
You're done here. Go tell the
Rookie I need his help.
Jonahs paused with a puzzled look, not knowing what he had
done wrong, then slowly walked out of the bathroom. A second
later, the Rookie strutted in with a cheesy grin. His eyes
widened as he watched a bead of water roll down her cleavage,
over her belly and into the tiny patch of pubic hair
decorating her pussy. Anna sighed and shook her head with a
smile, handing him the wash cloth and soap.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Give me the works, rookie and make
it feel good. You can kiss any part
of me you caress well enough to
make me moan.
ROOKIE 1
Really?
His smile widened and he beamed as he took them from her and
began working a foamy lather.
. The sign on the side of the highway read forty miles to
Todos Santos. Marshall sat on his motorcycle watching the
scene. Not far up the road from him, an army unit milled
around in the center of the highway. He counted twenty five
men, two small jeeps, three covered trucks and one large
tank. The soldiers checked their equipment and vehicles,
quickly sounding off reports to each other in Spanish. One
man sat in the passenger seat of one of the small jeeps
smoking a large cigar and doing nothing useful at all.
Marshall recognized him as the obvious man in charge. He wore
the standard dark green uniform of the Mexican Army and a hat
comically reminiscent Fidel Castro. Marshall wondered what
kind of man in charge of soldiers fashions himself after a
dead foreign dictator. None of the men seamed to notice him
as he turned off his motorcycle and walked it off the road.
Setting it on it's kick stand near a large tree, he turned
back to road and began approaching the jeep where the man sat
smoking his cigar.
The moment his route was clear, twenty five guns pointed at
him, the men behind them ordering him not to move in Spanish.
He stopped and put his hands in the air, watching as the top
of the tank slowly rotated to point it's barrel at him. Two
of the soldiers closest to him stepped slowly towards him,
fingers posed to pull the triggers of their large hand guns.
One of them yelled something in Spanish. Marshall stood
still, arms raised, gazing at the man still sitting in the
jeep smoking, as if he hadn't a care in the world. He exhaled
a long puff of smoke and twirled the cigar in his fingers as
he smiled at Marshall before barking at the soldiers.
CONTRERAS
Back to work.
He stepped down from the jeep and approached Marshall. A wave
of his hand, and the soldiers slowly lowered their guns and
went back to scrambling around the vehicles.
CONTRERAS (CONT'D)
You must be the ONE man Senator
James sent to deal with our monster
problem. I have to confess, when he
said he was sending one man, I was
tempted to end our friendship with
some very angry words.
He held out a hand and Marshall shook it. Contreras squeezed
his hand hard, as if to start some juvenile display of
strength and dominance. For the first time since he could
remember, Marshall smiled slightly. Between the number of men
trying desperately to show their dominance over him and the
number of guns he had pointed at him, the grim man in black
was really starting to like his trip to Mexico.
MARSHALL
I thought everybody wanted this
done quietly.
Contreras looked back at his unit. They were slowly filling
in to the vehicles.
CONTRERAS
These men... They have all
volunteered to spend their weekend
off taking part in a training
exercise. Nothing more.
He let go of Marshall's hand and there was a moment of
silence. Contreras' face twisted showing how put off he was
by the stoic silence of the man in black.
CONTRERAS (CONT'D)
Your country must think Mexico is
full of backwards, superstitious
people to try and run the idiotic
propaganda your government spits
out. We know exactly what were
dealing with, and we know exactly
where it came from. Your country's
genetic experiments are worse than
anything Hitler ever attempted. Why
do you think the UN gave an
unanimous green light to attack?
MARSHALL
It's not my job to think about that
shit.
A whistle came from behind Contreras. All the men were
sitting, the engines were running and they were ready to ride
into glory. The general looked at Marshall with confusion and
a hint of pity.
CONTRERAS
My men have orders to shoot anyone
not wearing an official army
uniform, so I suggest you stay
clear of the town until we come
back this way.
With that, he turned and walked back to his jeep. A big puff
of heavy cigar smoke rose to the air as his jeep slowly led
the formation of vehicles down the narrow highway. Marshall
walked back to his motorcycle and pulled his hat from the
saddlebag. He slipped it carelessly on his head and took off
his coat as he stepped over to the large tree next to his
bike. It was late in the evening, but the sun hadn't yet
begun to set. A bright gold filled the sky as Marshall sat
with his back against the tree and rolled his coat into a
tight ball. Placing it carefully behind his neck, he adjusted
his sitting until his comfort peaked, then tipped his hat to
block the sun from his eyes and drifted off into slumber.
. Todos Santos is a small town on the southern tip of the
Baja Peninsula. Before World War Three, it was a quaint, yet
extremely busy tourist stop. It had beautiful, plush villas,
a plethora of nearby natural hot springs and guided tours of
some of the most beautiful temple ruins you could ever
imagine. Though Mexico wasn't directly involved in the war,
tourism fell to almost zero. That mixed with global export
problems had a severely crippling affect on Mexico's economy.
Just as this town was starting to revive itself as a tourist
destination to the recovering world, the entire towns
population vanished.
Of those sent to investigate, the few who returned rambled
about an ancient demon sucking the life out of men. The
Mexican government knew immediately what this creature was
and where it came from. Despite Senator James' assurance that
he would clean up this mess, General Contreras had his men
ready to remove this problem from existence on his own. The
vehicles stopped at the entrance to the town. A large festive
sign Marked it's border on the side of the highway. The
General's jeep led the formation, and he sat in the passenger
seat staring at the woman standing in front of the sign. She
wore nearly nothing. Bracelets of sharp animal teeth strewn
through a leather band were wrapped around her wrists and
ankles. Her skin was very pale with bright freckles peppering
her arms shoulders and chest. Her short hair was dark black
to the point of almost being blue and she had a number of
Gothic style tattoos from neck to ankle. She said nothing,
simply stood and stared at the General with an inviting
smile. He stared back at her with a lost look in his eyes. He
was enchanted. As he opened the door of the jeep, the soldier
driving put a hand on his shoulder.
SOLDIER DRIVING
Sir!
Contreras didn't respond as he stepped out of the jeep, still
looking into the strange woman's eyes as he approached her.
He stood inches from her. She reached up and touched his
cheek, then gave him a soft short kiss on the mouth. The
General walked back to his jeep and began giving instructions
to the driver. As he did, a driver from one of the large
covered trucks stepped out of his vehicle and walked towards
the woman in the same lost haze, the General was in. She put
a hand to his cheek and kissed him as well. As he returned to
his truck, another soldier slowly approached the woman, with
others trailing behind him. Contreras knew there was no need
for him to instruct the men now. He didn't know why, but he
felt happy and relieved not to be the one in charge any more.
Soon, the woman had kissed all of his soldiers and they all
moved with a new understanding. Six of them went to move the
vehicles while the other nineteen soldiers stood in front of
the pale, tattooed woman waiting to have their birth of
loyalty rewarded.
. Not a single man uttered a word. The only sound was the
gentle breeze as they all slowly undressed. They stood in a
line, their bare feet on the highway's median. The pale,
naked woman walked down the line. As she passed each man, his
penis erected. They stared at her with obedient smiles as she
occasionally let her fingers graze the skin of swelling head.
When she reached the end of the line, she looked back to make
sure that all of her new slaves were erect. All twenty six of
their cocks were hard and throbbing. Satisfied with that, she
spoke her first words.
RITA
You belong to my master now.
Her voice was soft and alluring with the slightest hint of a
Scottish accent. As she continued speaking, she walked back
down the line to the end closest to the sign.
RITA (CONT'D)
Serve her well and your reward will
be pleasure beyond anything you've
ever known.
She stopped at the front of the line and looked at Contreras.
RITA (CONT'D)
You were the leader of these men?
CONTRERAS
Yes.
RITA
And they served you with utmost
loyalty?
CONTRERAS
Yes.
RITA
Then you are the perfect man to
show them what true loyalty is. Are
you willing to give your life in
the service of your new master?
He looked down the line at his soldiers, peace and
contentment the only emotions on his face, then looked back
at Rita and nodded in agreement. She put her hand on his
cheek again, but this time kissed him long and hard. She held
the back of his head as the passionate kissing grew more
intense. The General's body began to change. His muscles
began to shrink, his skin became loose and sagging. His arms
went limp by his side, reduced to nothing but floppy skin and
bones, but he somehow moved his mouth as she continued
kissing him. Finally his lips stopped moving. Rita let go of
his head and his lifeless body fell to the ground in a
crumpled heap. She smiled and took a deep breath, her naked
body almost glowing in the golden light of the setting sun.
Looking at the twenty five men still standing on the line
with full, throbbing hard-ons, she stepped over the remains
of the General and walked to the center of the line.
RITA (CONT'D)
Now that you've seen your fate, who
wants a taste of the pleasures that
are your reward for service?
The men responded "Yes Please" in a single unified chant of
obedience, And Rita's smile grew even wider as they formed a
large circle around her. She walked slowly around the circle,
stroking each of the hard cocks for a few seconds at a time.
As she stroked each penis, the man it belonged to would
delight in the privilege of touching her body. As she
squeezed the fleshy rod of one soldier with a small
uncircumcised penis, he made no attempts to touch her. She
looked into his eyes and a shy embarrassment mixed in with
the vacant happy obedience.
RITA (CONT'D)
Are you a virgin?
SOLDIER DRIVING
Yes.
RITA
That won't do at all.
She took him by the hand and led him to the center of the
circle. From there, she took a second to look every man in
the eyes. The energetic glow from her skin dimmed slightly,
but every man understood her unspoken instructions to them.
The virgin soldier lay down on his back and she straddled
him. As she took his hands and had him cup her breasts, eight
of the men formed a tight circle around them. She guided his
hands over her chest, teaching him how to gently squeeze her
breasts, supporting their weight as he teased and pinched her
nipples. Releasing his hands to let him do it on his own, she
grabbed the virgin's penis and raised her smooth round hips
until his head was at the entrance of her pussy. She lowered
herself, letting his small penis spread it's way into her wet
pussy, then slowly rolled her hips back and forth. The virgin
moaned with pleasure he had never known as his penis slid in
and out her, being squeezed sucked and messaged all at the
same time. Rita grabbed two of the cocks surrounding her and
stroked them hard. She pulled one to her mouth, began sucking
it and grabbed a third. The eight men generously rotated the
circle to let her switch this movement between evenly without
interrupting her cowgirl ride of the virgin. He was in
heaven, and took to playing with her breasts like a natural.
At one point he raised himself and sucked hard on one of
Rita's nipples, causing her to let a cock pop from her lips
as she moaned uncontrollably. She stopped rolling her hips
and felt the soldiers cock throbbing inside her as she looked
up at the circle of men.
RITA (CONT'D)
Hands at your sides.
They all obeyed, cocks throbbing so hard they bobbed, as they
looked down at her. She raised a hand and snapped her
fingers.
All eight men looked to the darkening sky with loud moans as
their cocks erupted. Sperm plastered Rita from every angle,
her face and hair dripping with creamy white spunk. The
soldier she was riding got his far share as well. His chest
and arms were sprinkled with ricochets of cum as the other
men blasted four or five long thick streams of cum. Sticky
white globs stuck to Rita tits and a big chunk dripped down
her cleavage. She cupped the back of the virgin's head and
pulled his face to her chest, smearing cum on him. He made a
sour face, then went back to playing with her cum covered
breasts. As the eight men left, and the next eight formed a
circle around her, she took his hands and placed them on her
hips. She guided them up and down her waist, around her
thighs, then had him squeeze her ass hard. He picked up on
this as quickly as he picked up on playing with her breast.
She began riding him again as she sucked and stroked the
second group of men. After a while, she finished them off
with the same snap of her fingers as the first. Then the
third and last group of men had their turn. She was careful,
not to let the soldier she was riding reach climax. If his
breathing changed, or he even started to moan, she would stop
moving her hips until she felt the throbbing inside her
subside. They were both soaked in sperm. She let his penis
slide out of her and pulled him up to his feet. From the
waist up, he looked like a half frosted cake, sperm dripped
down his legs. On her knees, she sucked him until he panted
for her to stop. She released his cock from her mouth and
yanked him down to his knees with her. Standing up, the put a
thumb on his chin and pressed until he opened his mouth. She
spit a big globing mouthful of his own sperm and the no
longer a virgin choked and gagged slightly as he quickly spit
out onto the pavement. Rita giggle to herself as she turned
and walked towards the town. As she passed the festive sign
reading welcome to Todos Santos, the soldiers slowly followed
her, some of their cocks still hard and dripping cum.
. Marshall woke to the sound of a soft purring engine. He
opened his sleepy eyes to see Anna in the front passenger
seat of the jeep, her arms resting on the door, smiling at
him.
ANNA
Where's my monster?
He didn't answer, only rubbed his eyes and grabbed his coat
from behind his neck and straitened his hat as he stood up.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Don't tell me you wanted a whole
day's head start so you could spend
the entire time sleeping under a
tree.
MARSHALL
Don't be absurd...
He climbed into the jeep and laid his coat next to him on the
back seat. Jonahs was in the drivers seat and the Rookie was
no where to be seen.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
At some point I also made a fire
and ate a can of beans.
Anna shook her head.
JONAHS
What about your motorcycle?
MARSHALL
You're out of your mind if you
think I'm taking my baby into the
shit storm we're facing.
Anna and Jonahs looked at each other with puzzled expressions
as Marshall tipped his hat back over his eyes and slid into a
comfortable leaning position.
ANNA
Let's get going.
She slapped Jonahs on the knee and he began driving them down
the highway in the evening sun. The silence was thick as he
kept looking expectantly to the back seat. Every time he did,
Marshall gave no indication that he had the slightest concern
for the whereabouts of their missing team member. After a
while, Ann became annoyed with his fidgeting.
ANNA (CONT'D)
If he cared about the Rookie, he
would have asked by now. Remember
when I told you, you have a lot to
learn about loyalty. It starts with
trust. The rookie proved we
couldn't trust him and we are
better off without him. Marshall
trusts me enough to know that if he
isn't here, I have a very good
reason for that. That's all he
needs to know.
JONAHS
I get it. It's just, he didn't even
ask. The man gives nothing of
himself to anyone and doesn't seem
to care who he puts in harms way.
How can you trust someone like
that?
ANNA
Did he ask you you're name?
JONAHS
Yeah.
ANNA
Like you said, he gives nothing of
himself to anyone. So if he asked
you you're name, it means he'd take
a bullet for you if it came to
that. He's a grim man carrying more
pain than any human ever should,
but he's a wonderful person
underneath it all.
There was another long silence, at the end of which Jonahs
turned to Anna with a guilty face.
JONAHS
It's my fault what happened in the
hotel room.
She shook her head and put a hand to her head in frustration.
ANNA
We are better off without that
cowardly piece of trash. Get that
through your head and move on
before Marshall or I come to the
same decision about you.
Jonahs hit the brakes hard. Marshall straitened his hat and
sat up to see what was going on. They had arrived. The large
festive sign marking the entrance to the small mysterious
town was a couple hundred yards away, but that wasn't why
Jonahs stopped so abruptly. The three of them stared at the
side of the highway. The tank was first, then the two large
covered military transport trucks, then the two jeeps. They
were parked neatly in a line just off the highway, no signs
of any soldiers left behind to guard them.
ANNA (CONT'D)
What the hell?
Marshall hopped from the jeep and pulled the left revolver
from his belt. He carefully approached the line of vehicles
and looked inside each. The hatch to the tank had been left
open. He climbed to the top and looked inside to find it
empty. The trucks and jeeps were the same.
At the end of the line of vehicles nearest the sign, he found
a pile of clothes. Next to that he found a pile of weapons.
As he put his gun back into it's holster and walked back to
his own vehicle, he stepped on a pile of dust. It was a small
heap of fine grey cinders sitting on the highway's median.
Marshall walked back to the jeep and leaned his back against
the warm hood, folding his arms in a strange silence.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Do you want to tell me what's got
you so scared?
JONAHS
That's him scared?
MARSHALL
Ran into this army unit on the
highway where you found me. Said
they were going in to kill anything
moving that wasn't wearing an army
uniform. Then they put all their
weapons down, got undressed and
vanished into a tiny pie of dust.
Wind was the only sound for a while as they all contemplated
driving north at the fastest possible speed. Finally,
Marshall undid his holsters, laid the leather and heavy guns
in the back seat and scooped up his coat.
ANNA
What are you thinking?
MARSHALL
I'm thinking getting a monster to
join our team may have been the
worst idea I've have ever had.
ANNA
We could just leave.
He unrolled his coat and draped it over one arm looking at
Anna a long time before he started walking towards the town.
He spoke loudly with his back to them as he walked.
MARSHALL
Stay here. If I'm not back by the
time you get bored, come and rescue
me.
JONAHS
Why aren't you taking any guns?
Marshall stopped and turned sharply.
MARSHALL
Does it look like guns did the
soldiers any good, Rookie.
He turned away and continued walking. Anna chuckled.
ANNA
Looks like you just got demoted.
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