After the End: A Post-Apocalyptic Erotic Horror Story. (Hard rape, pain, impreg, etc)
Story by Eianna Cale
Not for the faint of heart, obviously.
I wrote this recently when I was kind of bored, and I imagine I'll continue it quite a bit, as I've got a great many ideas for it.
However, the one thing I worry about with stories like this is that writing them gets kind of boring if there isn't an active audience that wants to give feedback for it, so depending on whether or not there are people that want to see more of things like this, there may or may not be more.
Either way, the usual disclaimers apply: If you are repulsed, terrified, or highly offended by moderately hardcore content, you probably shouldn't read this. Not everything that's going to be in this is, yet, but there's a lot of opportunity. Chapter one is somewhat of a half-introduction and a half-chapter. I think it feels a bit rushed, but I enjoy the images it puts into my head.
Chapter One: Trespassing
For a woman scavenging in the wastes of society, I have what most call very, very good luck. It's not that nothing ever goes wrong for me, it's that nine times out of ten things work out okay. I get into some hairy situations, but never anything that's fatal, or anywhere near the horror stories I've heard coming from some of the other women that have been caught by the beasties roaming the wastes.
What's important isn't really how the world fell- We experimented with a couple of things, and made some things tough enough that nothing short of highly concentrated military might could stop them. This focused the military in key positions, and meant that anywhere that wasn't really big, and really important, fell quickly. Then, those things just got out of control. They can't, or just won't, organize... So we've got our hubs. They're not dangerous unless you go out there, or we stop posting guards. If we understaff, they attack. If we don't, they don't. Simple as that. Boring as that.
What's important is that going out there is dangerous, in two ways. Either you meet one of the mutants in the nature-reclaimed ruins of larger hubs that have fallen, or smaller cities that weren't protected at all, or the city itself falls down around you.
If you meet one of the things, you can survive if you run. They're dangerous, they'll kill you, but if you run, you can maneuver. Can't trap them, because they're too tough to kill. But you can run.
Women aren't supposed to go scavenging. They're nicer to the men. They're living things, and consider men a threat. There's all kinds of mutants out there, though... And the different kinds are why women aren't supposed to go out.
Some do, though, like me.
I'm Anne- I've been doing this for years.
I didn't really get the biggest of brains, or the biggest of muscles. I didn't get strong enough to work at one of the factories or various other labor facilities. I stayed quick, light, svelte, and pretty tough- I didn't stay too small, I'm actually pretty tall at 5'8", and my build kind of suits it- Not brawny, but my muscles show when I'm not flexing.
In essence, I was -made- for scavenging.
Problem is, you do this long enough, something big and bad gets you. One hundred percent of our guys come back missing a limb or not at all given ten or so years. It's not that the job is impossible, it's just that that one big mistake ends your career.
Mine was in my tenth year. Nearing my thirties, I was doing well. Talked to some of the best veteran scavengers when I was starting out... Maybe got a bit too frisky with them, had my pre-requisite child by one to get my license. Shaved my head, wore tight, unrestrictive clothing, did everything right, except talk to any of the female veterans.
I figured they didn't last as long, their mistakes were the ones I'd avoid by talking to the guys.
I'm writing this from a terminal in a ruin six miles from where the worst mistake of my life happened. If there are any women that read this, or any men that can get this advice to every female scavenger they know, should I not make it back to put it on the connected net:
If you're scavenging, and your stomach starts hurting, run.
Don't think about it, don't try to remember if it was something you ate. Just go. Don't look around. Don't spare your limbs- If you need to leap out of a window, do it. If you can get out of the building and live, do it. If you can kill yourself quickly and painlessly, do it.
Your life as a scavenger is over, but if you move half as fast as I do, you can get out of there before the rest of it is over. I did. I hope.
You see, there are a lot of mutants out here. There are more and more happening every day.
I ran into one that fucked me up. I don't know what it looks like. I don't know what else it can do. It's got tentacles.
That's all the advice I can give. I'm going to tell the story now, but that's the basics you need to know.
There I was, in one of the old LiteCo buildings. We were running low on flourescents and they
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