Mad Mary: The Load Warrior

They called me Mad Mary. I wandered this world that had been devasted by the virus, searing for the most precious commodity out there. Man juice.

In this depopulated planet, woman needed all the sperm they could get in order to get pregnant and bring humanity back from the brink. The virus had disproportionality affected those with an XY chromosome, so there was a real shortage of what was needed.

I drove throughout the wastelands looking for what I called ‘cows’, men that I could milk for their cream. I could then take those precious loads to the pockets of civilisation throughout the land and distribute it to fertile women.

I was driving my interceptor along a highway, and was having to weave my way in between the debris and wrecked and smoking cars that it was littered by. It looked like a high speed chase had taken place here recently, and it soon became apparent what the object of that chase was.

There was large tank truck on its side just off the road, and a group of maybe a dozen biker punks were gathered round it. Some of them were howling in frustration, and when I looked closer I could see why. It was sand and not gasoline that was spilling out of the tank truck. This had been a clever diversion, no doubt the gas they had been looking for was miles away from here by now.

But either way, this wasn’t the kind of fuel I was interested in at the moment.

The leather clad men all gathered around the interceptor as I pulled over. When I got out, I took with me two glass containers and funnels. This was my equipment that I carried at all times in order to collect the juice I needed.

The jaws of most of the bikers fell to the ground. I was wearing crotchless panties to show off my pink and shaven cunt, and holes were cut in my leather top to show off my round and creamy breasts. I nodded my head in greeting, then got straight to the point.

“I hope all you cows have a big load in your balls. I want those loads, and I want them now.”

“You…you’re Mad Mary”, gasped one them, a tall man with blue hair, “the Load Warrior! You travel the wastelands being a nasty slut and taking all the cum you can get!”

It would seem that my reputation had proceeded me.

“That’s right, so you should know that Mad Mary always gets what she wants, and what I want right now is the sperm of every man here.”

I laid down my containers on the road, then gave them a twirl, showing them everything I had and pouting my lips.