Ganged For Gas And Food

After the great fire that been unleashed upon humanity, we all had to do what we could to survive. I had hooked up with a bunch of bikers and racers that called themselves The Marauders. They were led by a hulking brute of a man called Lord Huge. He led this merry band over the lands, ‘liberating’ gas and food from the small communities the we came across.

Today we were on our way to a walled off complex that had been defying us, all the racers and bikes kicking up a massive dust cloud behind us as we sped toward it.

When we came to a halt, Lord Huge took a loudspeaker to address the inhabitants of the complex. I could see people standing on the lookout towers and atop the wall.

“One again, I am gravely disappointed”, said Lord Huge. “I have extended you every courtesy, I have asked you in the politest possible way not to hoard your gasoline and food, and you respond by turning your back upon us. In this shattered world of ours, surely we should unite and share as if we were brothers and sisters.”

“So you want gas and food?” Shouted one of the men atop the wall. I had gathered this was the leader.

“Yes. We have traversed this barren wasteland for months on end, and this is not the world of plenty that it once was. Is it so much to ask my brother?”

“Tell you what”, said the leader, “I like the look of that blonde bitch with the big tits right next you.” He was pointing at me. “We’ll trade you gas and food for her pussy. I got a lot of sex starved men in here that haven’t got their dicks wet since the fire. You give us her body and we’ll give you what you need.”

What the fuck! Who did this guy think he was? There was no way that…

“Agreed”, said Lord Huge, “my heart is warmed by the fact we could come to an arrangement.” He turned to two bikers at his side. “Take her and give her to them.”

I was still in a state of astonishment as they seized hold of each arm and marched me toward the complex.

There was a yellow bus which acted as a gate. It was driven to the side and out came the leader with another man. Both were battle scarred men who looked like they had seen a lot in this world. They were both smiling and eyeing me up and down with predatory desire.

“Enjoy the woman”, I heard Lord Huge say from behind me.

The bikers threw me over to the other two. The leader instantly took a hold of me, spun me round and pulled me into him, his hot breath in my neck and his hard cock pressing at my ass. He reached round to grope my breasts as he lapped at my neck, kneading those melons through my leather top.

I felt like a piece of meat in a transaction, he was free to do as he wanted with me and I could not object. He then passed me off to the other guy, this one laughing out loud as he groped me, shoving a rough hand in between my legs.

“I bet your cunt is getting wet to this isn’t it you fucking slut? Oh yes, it’s been so long since I’ve got my hands on a woman.”

“You are fucking animals!” I said.

“Indeed we are, and you are our prey!”

They stripped of my leather garments and my underwear, exposing my nakedness, my full breasts and my shaven pussy. I instinctively wanted to cover up, but they pulled my arms down when I put them up.

“Oh no, we want to see what you have. You must feel like a cheap slut right now, with your naked body on show to strangers.”

He was right, that was exactly how I felt.

The leader forced me down onto my hands and knees, then produced a rope and slung the loop at the end over my head and around my neck. He then dragged me along so that I had to crawl like a dog into the complex.

Now I saw the others. There were men salivating at the mouth as they set eyes upon me, and there were old women eyeing me contemptuously. They saw my young body and it reminded them of what they had once been, and they despised me as a slut.

The men began to gather around me, and some already had their dicks out. I was surrounded by long, thick and drooling boners, that excitement juice dripping from the pissholes into the ground. They were indeed starving, and I was the meal they had been wating for.

“Can we do what we want with the bitch?” Asked one of them.