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Where Have All The Good Girls Gone? Chapter Five free porn video
Chapter Five
Jason drove the tractor trailer through the levy
walls that surrounded the petroleum plant. The diesel fuel
had run the generator for about four months and with the
supplies that were here they would never need another
source for the rest of their lives. Filling the truck was a
simple matter of finding the right pipeline attaching the
fill hose and letting gravity do the work. Jason knew the
girls would be gone all day so he wasn't in a big rush and
it took a bit to fill the big tanker anyway. He made the
connections and started the fuel flowing. While it was
filling, he decided that the big office building, there at
the plant was worth investigating.
The gravel walkways crunched under his as he
approached the large concrete building. Once inside the
double doors Jason turned on his flashlight. The building
was just like a hundred others that he, Charlotte and
Rachel had been in before, dark deserted and with a faint
smell of decay. He ventured further in to find offices,
conference rooms, and a break room. Other than that the
building held nothing special, no explanation of why the
world was in its current state, nor was there anything that
could be determined useful.
Jason wandered back outside through the lobby and he
heard it before he saw it. It was a huge tour bus, like the
ones that singers used to travel between shows. On the side
in big fancy script was the name Karen Rae surrounded by
music notes. Slowly he placed his hand on the 357 security
six revolver at his side. The huge vehicle came to an
abrupt stop only about ten yards from him as the doors
swung aside from its front entrance. A medium sized man,
bald with a sinister goatee and mustache slowly stepped
from the bus. He was well muscled and wearing jeans, black
boots, and a tank top shirt which made the man look as if
he'd just stepped out of prison. Tucked inside the
waistband of his jeans Jason noticed the pearl handgrip of
a chrome .45. The man stopped just feet from where he
exited the bus. There was a long silence.
"Whell how the hell are you?" the man ask in a lispy
effeminate tone that Jason would have never associated with
that body.
"I'm good." Jason replied tentatively.
"Good?" the man began, "Well we're great now that
we've found someone else alive!" The man seemed almost
unable to contain himself. He walked toward Jason with his
hand extended. "I'm Tim. What's your name?"
Jason took his hand. "I'm Jason, you said we?"
Tim turned toward the bus and motioned. Off the bus
came two women, a very tall thin leggy brunette with long
hair flowing down her back and a curvaceous shorter
strawberry blonde woman. "This tall Miss Thang is Jenny and
this Petite Doll is Karen." Tim told him.
Jason pointed at the bus. "The Karen?"
"That's me." The woman replied.
"Well," Jason began, "I'm Jason and I'm really glad
to meet you all. Where have you all been? What have you
seen?"
It turns out that Karen had been on tour of some
smaller venues when the flu took all of her entourage.
Eventually she had figured out how to operate the bus and
had run into Tim, who by now Jason realized was so gay, was
wandering the streets in New Orleans with Jenny. They had
all banded together and spent the next few months living in
the city that was until the flood control system had
failed. Now most of New Orleans was under water, they told
him, kind of like Venice.
"I'll be right back." Jason told them remembering the
filling truck. "Why don't you all follow me and we can fuel
you bus and maybe go into town and find some lunch?"
"Sounds like and excellent idea!" Lisped Tim and
climbed back aboard the Karen Rae express.
The bus eased behind Jason the few hundred yards to
where he had left the truck filling. It was nearly full and
when it was he helped Tim top off the tanks on the bus.
When they were done fueling Jason asked them to follow him
into Pascagoula for a look around and to see what they
could find. They agreed and were soon of towards the
downtown area. Other than the obvious growth of vegetation
the town looked exactly as it did months before when Jason
and Rachel had been through. Pulling into the parking lot
of the Food Giant Jason pulled to a stop with the Karen Rae
express right beside him. He got out and walked around to
meet the three new friends, at least he hoped they were
friends, at the door.
"I have to warn you," Jason began, "There are not
very many people around here but there are some bad ones
out there. We haven't seen anyone in so long but I know
that there was a band of Marauders ransacking Tuscaloosa
some time ago and one of our group had a run in with a
nasty bunch on motorcycles right after the epidemic. So
just be on guard."
"I wonder," Jenny interjected, "if that's the same
bunch of bikers that came through New Orleans?"
"Could be." Tim replied. "We stayed well clear of
them." He said to Jason. "They looked like trouble."
"Well from what I've been told," Jason said, "they
are."
They all eased into the grocery and began looking up
and down the isles. Tim suggested a fruit salad and they
set about gathering canned fruit. With a buggy full, more
than they needed they exited the store and Jason mentioned
having lunch on the beach so they set off towards Biloxi.
They passed over the bridge into Biloxi and continued for a
few miles till they reached the open beach slipping into
one of the parking bays they parked and got out. The Gulf
of Mexico was as lovely as ever and the beach warm and
inviting. Jenny brought out a blanket and they sat on the
concrete steps of the sea wall opening and enjoying their
lunch.
During the conversation Jason gleaned that Tim had
been working on his father's farm in northern Louisiana
when the epidemic came. Jenny had been a performer in New
Orleans working in one of the night clubs on Bourbon
Street. He didn't delve any further into that although it
peaked his curiosity. And Karen of course he already had
found out had been on tour. These folks appeared to be
decent people and he had a good feeling about them. They
were just like him, Rachel, and Charlotte, just looking for
some way to survive and live.
"So what are your plans?" Jason asked.
"Well," Karen started, "we've just been paling around
looking for some place to settle. I'm sure that we're not
the only ones out there but most have found someplace,
settled in, and are making an existence where ever they
are."
"I believe in strength in numbers." Jenny
interjected.
"Me too," Jason agreed, "which is why I'd like to
invite you to come meet some friends and see if you'd like
to settle around here."
"Sounds wonderful." Tim said. "When do we go?"
"Right now." Jason told them. "I've just one more
stop to make and we should be there within an hour."
They loaded back into their vehicles and headed off
west down Highway 90. Thinking of the girls, Jason eased
the big truck to the side of the road just past Veterans
Avenue. Dismounting he walked across the road the bright
orange restaurant on the beach the big owl sign still stood
high above the parking lot. The door swung open with his
push and the inside was fairly light from the many windows
along the outside walls.
"Where is it?" he thought to himself. He circled
around the interior until he found the entrance way to the
back offices and clicked on his flashlight. One door
revealed an office with nothing of value stored there but
the other door he came to was the one he had been looking
for. Inside was a small store room and sitting on the
shelves were about a dozen boxes containing the cute little
outfits that the waitresses used to wear there, the tight
orange shorts, tank tops, and the thing that the girls
would love most of all, several boxes of the shiny sheer
pantyhose that would look so gorgeous on them. He wasn't
sure which ones would fit so he condensed all the contents
into about four boxes and made several trips to the truck
before he had them all loaded, and climbed back into the
cab. With that he motioned for Tim, in the bus, to follow
and headed off towards home.
The trip, from there, took about forty five minutes
and they were soon stopped outside the gate of there house.
Jason got out, unlocked the gate and pulled inside. He
motioned the bus in and secured the gate behind telling Tim
to pull up behind the house and that he would be up as soon
as he placed the tanker next to the barn and hooked it to
the generator's fuel tanks. As he pulled past the garage,
he stopped and unloaded his finds. He noticed the bikes
were still gone and wondered if the girls had run into
trouble. It was still early afternoon so they probably
wouldn't be back until later. Still he couldn't help but
worry. He continued on to the barn and made short work of
the connections.
As he approached the house, the three new friends
were stepping off the bus.
"Nice!" Karen said.
"Thank you." Jason replied. "We've got hot water,
electricity and the very important air conditioning. Why
don't you all come in and sit awhile?"
"Best offer I've had in a long time." Jenny said
smiling.
They followed him inside and soon they were sitting
in the living room chatting away as to what the future
could hold and what plans they should make. Jason mentioned
the girls and how they had gone to Mobile for a girl's day
out and that they should be getting back this afternoon. He
found out that Tim and Jenny had stayed in New Orleans even
after the city had flooded, living on the higher ground
outside the city until they decided to leave and find a
better home. That's when they met Karen. She had been in
Slidell trying to fuel her bus when they happened on her.
Like all meetings under such circumstances there were the
first awkward moments and soon they become friends and
decided that together they stood a better chance than alone
so they had stayed in Slidell for a bit before deciding to
move on and that's when they had met Jason at the refinery.
Apparently they had seen him pulling into the complex and
decided to follow, at a distance, and check him out. An
amazing coincidence, as their plans were to move on through
to Florida, maybe down to the Keyes. They talked most of
the afternoon. Jason found them charming company and they
found him the most gracious host.
Jason excused himself for a moment to bring in the
boxes that he had left on the drive, his mind racing at the
possibilities of their new larger group. In the living room
another conversation was taking place.
"Is this too good to be true?" Karen asked.
"Well," Tim began, "I don't know about you all but
this is as good a place as any to settle. And Jason seems
like quite the nice fellow and isn't he dreamy!"
Jenny cut in. "We have to contribute something to
their group. Obviously they have gone through a bit of
trouble getting things set up here and we are just stepping
in."
"We'll just have to see what works out, Hon." Karen
told her.
Jason had just carried the last box into his and
Rachel's bedroom when he heard the Harleys pull into the
drive. Relief flooded over him as he had been a bit worried
but the girls knew how to take care of each other.
Tim, Karen, and Jenny heard them too. "That must be
the others." Tim said and they sat back waiting to meet
more new friends than they had met in a long time.
Charlotte and Rachel pulled around behind the house.
Rachel swerved and very nearly spilled as she saw the big
bus. She glance back at Charlotte who's eyes where open
wide. They parked and got off the bikes. Rachel pulled both
her pistols and Charlotte brought up her rifle. They
entered the house slowly and not seeing anyone in the
kitchen eased towards the living room. There sitting on
their furniture were three people they had never seen
before.
"Don't move." Rachel said aloud as she eased into to
room, Charlotte following close behind. "Who are you and
what are you doing her?"
The three shifted nervously in their seats. Then the
tall brunette turned towards Rachel.
"Rachel?" she said. "Rachel is that you? It's me
Jenny" The woman opened her arms.
"Jenny?" Rachel asked as she lowered her aim to the
floor. "What... where... how?"
Charlotte lowered her rifle not quite knowing what
was going on but the tension had eased and obviously Rachel
knew this woman.
"Jason invited us." Jenny told her and as if on queue
Jason entered the room from the hallway.
"It's okay." He told Rachel. "They're friends."
After that the conversation broke into a frenzy of
whys and where's. Jenny explained, as was confirmed by
Rachel, that they had been friends from before the epidemic
and that Rachel had occasionally performed with her in New
Orleans. The two women embraced and with that revelation it
became clear that Jenny was just like Rachel, Transsexual.
They chatted for several minutes before Rachel remembered
her news and that they had a date with Tom, Gwendolyn, and
their two friends two Mondays away at I-10. They were
invited to stay for as long as they wished and the three
without hesitation seemed to enjoy the idea. There were
several other houses of equal stature within a half mile or
so of this one and they chatted about finding one of their
own and of course Charlotte interjected about having to
establish a utility company to keep up with the population
boom. So, Charlotte light and power was established they
all joked.
The conversation carried them way into the night and
early morning. It was so very hard to break away when each
group consisted of only three and was now six. There was so
much to talk about, speculate about, and plan for. It was
about 2 AM when the yawns finally began becoming too
obvious for anyone to ignore. Rachel and Charlotte settled
them in to three of the bedrooms on Charlotte's wing.
Rachel kissed Charlotte good night and walked the hallway
to the balcony and then on to her and Jason's bedroom. When
she came in Jason was fast asleep so she stripped off her
clothes and stepped into the shower. She washed herself and
tiptoed to the bed. Sliding on her night gown on, she lay
down beside Jason and was soon asleep in his arms.
The sunlight filter through the windows and woke
Rachel, lying on her stomach. She stretched and pulled back
but her arms and legs would not curl to her. As she opened
her eyes she slowly became aware that her wrist were bound,
spread to the headboard and her ankles similarly bound to
the foot board. Jason lay beside her with a wide grin on
his face.
"It's sex slave Saturday!" he said in a quiet
whisper.
Rachel pulled at her bonds but was securely fastened
and could not move. She began to notice that the bindings
holding her were the ones that she and Charlotte had picked
up, in Mobile, the day before. She looked at Jason and
attempted to protest but only "MMMPPPHHH" came out. A large
rubbery ball was firmly lodged behind her teeth and kept
any sound that she produced to an unintelligible minimum.
Further assessing the situation she realized that Jason was
completely nude and had a raging hard on. He gently kissed
her shoulders.
"I think I'll use you now." He whispered to her and
slipped between her legs. Rachel pulled futilely at her
bonds and struggled beneath him. He ignored her feigned
protest as Rachel felt the lubricant being applied to her
hole. He eased forward and with a swift motion was in her.
She hadn't expected him to do that and her muscles
involuntarily clinched around his cock.
"You're my little slut, aren't you?" He asked.
Rachel shook her head side to side and renewed her
struggling.
"Fuck the little whore." She heard Charlotte say from
the other side of the room.
Rachel's head snapped around to see Charlotte sitting
across the room watching intently as Jason pistoned in and
out of her. Bound as she was, she was unable to reciprocate
his thrust and simply forced to lie there and receive what
Jason and Charlotte had planned for her. Jason's thrusts
were more savage than she was used to and the smacking
sound of his pelvis meeting her ass filled the room. Over
and over he pounded her hot hole. She couldn't help it when
her body took over and began reveling in the pleasure that
he was giving her. The soft sheets rubbed against her own
cock beneath her and the fullness of his member was
stimulating her from the inside. Rachel was rocked as the
wave of orgasm washed over her. Her twitching seemed to
stimulate Jason who had now been raping her ass for a half
an hour. He pulled from her and sprayed his cum across her
back. Rachel felt the spurts of warmness running between
her shoulder blades and down her sides.
"MMMmmmm." Was all that Rachel could muster.
"My turn!" She heard Charlotte say and felt Jason
ease off the bed and was replaced by the young woman.
Rachel craned around to see Charlotte easing between
her legs with one of the latex monsters that they had
picked out secure in a harness that ran around her waist
and between her legs. It was similar in size to Jason's,
about nine inches long and two across. Rachel felt the
coldness of a chain under her belly and rose a bit from it
as Charlotte pulled it towards her chest. Looking down she
could see that it was a smallish silver chain with some
kind of device that ended in a clover shape plate attaching
it to the chain. When the chain was just below her breasts
Charlotte reached under her, pulling her breast to the
side. With access to her nipple Charlotte manipulated the
little device which spread apart to reveal rubber pads with
multiple little rubber teeth. Pain washed over Rachel as
the woman applied the device to her tender nipple and
released its pressure. She repeated with the other side and
Rachel writhed at the pressure being applied moaning
through her gag.
Charlotte positioned herself between Rachel's legs
and eased forward till the tip of her cock touched Rachel's
already used hole. She thrusted forward and impaled Rachel
who was now a bit looser from Jason's earlier punishment.
But the shock was still the same. Not having the
limitations of an orgasm to stop her, Charlotte gleefully
pounded Rachel's now sore hole for a long while. The
sensation of pleasure began to wash over Rachel again as
the friction inside her and the sheets beneath her caused
her to erupt. Her own cum slid under her as now she was
becoming quite sticky and hot with her night gown matted to
her belly. Charlotte sensed the ripple of orgasm and had
increased her thrusting to match the pace.
"That's my girl." She told Rachel and abruptly pulled
her latex monster from Rachel's ass. Rachel spasmed at the
sudden sensation of emptiness and could only lay there
twitching as Charlotte's cock rested on her thigh.
Jason who had been watching from the chair that
Charlotte had occupied, walked over to the bed and began
releasing her ankles.
"MMmmmm." Again, was all that she could verbalize.
This was so intense! She was snapped back to reality when
Jason began binding her ankles together. Charlotte released
her hands and they turned her over placing handcuffs on her
wrists behind her back. Rachel looked at them
inquisitively.
"Oh," Jason began, "you thought we were through? See,
watching Charlotte fuck you has gotten me all horny again
an poor Charlotte is yet to have her orgasm so, we'll be
using you a bit more!"
They laid her back onto the bed and Charlotte knelt
at her head. Reaching behind her head the young woman
released the strap that held the gag and unwrapped it from
Rachel's hair.
"You two..." Was all that Rachel was able to say
before Charlotte buried her face with the moistness of her
warm slit.
Rachel could feel Jason hoisting her bound legs over
his shoulder and him probing with his hard cock against her
ass. He found her opening and eased forward allowing her to
take him in and squeeze his member.
Charlotte ground her pelvis into Rachel's face and
told her to lick like she never licked before. It seemed to
stimulate Jason who began in creasing his pace. Charlotte
reached down and picked up the chain that was so firmly
attached to Rachel's tender nipples and gave it a sharp
tug. Rachel yelped into her moist cunt which caused
Charlotte to yank the chain again. Soon the pulling of the
chain and Rachel's now swollen nipples match the pace of
Jason thrusting in her ass. They tortured her for some time
before Charlotte and Jason simultaneously erupted. Rachel
could feel the thick ropes of cum filling her bowels and
the wetness of Charlotte running down her cheeks, chin, and
neck. The three of them stayed locked in the mutual orgasm
that lasted for nearly two minutes. Charlotte released her
thigh's grip on her, crawled off, and then leaned down to
kiss her. Charlotte's tongue explored her mouth and it
seemed that she almost enjoy the taste of herself as much
as Rachel. Jason moved back and forth milking the last of
his cum into her and abruptly pulled out as Charlotte had
done earlier, with the same result. As she stopped spasming
Jason began releasing her ankles and Charlotte began
undoing the clamps that had so tortured her nipples. Waves
of pain swept through her sore breasts as each on was
removed. Charlotte gently massaged each until the pain had
subsided to a dull ache. Rolling her over Jason released
the handcuffs and the three over them fell side by side
onto the bed and held each other in the afterglow of their
passion. Rachel chided them about their nasty imaginations
but wouldn't have had it any other way.
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