Uncivilized Part One

The world had ended. Or civilization had anyway, everyone about the world kept living, if they had clung to life during the War Storms. However, now they lived differently, on instinct and the need to survive. Reduced back to global tribe mentality, where governments were unable to make a strong hold on more than thirty if they were lucky, a word of nomadic people stepped through the haze of battle torn buildings and ocean soaked shores.

There was no longer time for interests and feelings. No more time to “find ones self”. There would be nobody to find in the next five generations if humans did not begin to rebuild, not just their homes, but their numbers as well. Most humans understood this, most did not fight the collective need to survive. But enough incidents, and mindless acts of independence in a world that now depended on interdependence lead to the need for order, and so chains, and restraints entered human society once more.

“Don’t kick her in the stomach, it could complicate breeding.” Ram said. He was the leader of his tribe and feeling the loss of two breeders, both in childbirth. They tried to make the breeders as comfortable as possible while pregnant, but one, like the one they had just found, had been feral, and feral breeders were always harder to keep alive. They exhausted themselves with trying to escape, with fighting back, and sometimes even going as far as to take their lives, along with others. Selfish bitches. He thought to himself. Thinking of the wasted lives due to their clinging of the old ways. Ways that could not be established for future generations if they did not act now.

Hana, his personal breeder watched as the new bitch snarled on the ground. It was a shame she was obviously feral, because she was gorgeous. Large tits, a round ass, and most importantly wide hips nestled into her long limbs. Lush lips curled into a growl as she fought his men, two being taken down as they finally clasped the chains around her wrists. Ebony black hair framed an angled face and alluring green eyes. Eyes too filled with life to be of much use to him yet.

Ram looked up at the sun, it was dusk and they’d need to get to the shelter up in the rocks they’d found soon, this desert, which he ventured a guess once used to be New Mexico or Arizona, chilled to unruly cold temperatures at night, and they had learned the hard way a few moons ago just how deadly it could be. He gestured to Hana, round with child, and she came forward, his newborn son suckling at her tit.

“Stay away from her until she’s broken.” He commanded.

Hana bowed her head in understanding, and he pulled her in close to keep her warm. Hana was as a breeder should be. Quiet, duty bound, and meek. She understood what was at stake and put her people and her children first. Ram eyed her suckled teets as they walked, the heft of them so appealing he had half a mind to knock his son away and suck at her himself. Luckily, unlike the feral bitch now slung over Docker’s shoulder, he had more than half a mind. They kept walking, up the craggy shale hill and into the caves they had found a moon span ago.

As was his right, Docker got the new breeder the first night. Ram watched as he took her bound and gagged, the men around them roaring almost as loud as the fire. The remaining breeders, locked into their tethered beds seemed to shift in the anticipation, knowing now that the men were good and riled, they’d be next. Docker’s own daughter was among the hoard, newly bleeding and tied up with the rest of them. She was by no means feral, but it was best to keep them tethered all the same. Years of incident had made Ram wary, and he had no intention of being on the spear end of a rebellion.

Shaw took Docker’s daughter’s maiden head, naming her Button after her cute nose, and the first entrance he took her in. Button had been a good girl, going to Shaw’s tent and staying there until he was ready to join her. The only sounds to be heard in the night were Shaw’s grunts of pleasure and Button’s soft cries. No sounds of protest or fight. Only duty.

The sounds of fucking continued on, Ram having to wake Hana twice to suck him off in order to get some much needed relief. This was why a chief received a personal breeder, not out of clout, though there was a little of that too, but because a leader needed a sharp mind, and in a world now with a population consisting of only 20% women and 80% men, it was hard to keep your mind straight. Hana licked and sucked at him, her large lips being one of her best assets. Hot breath and a soft mouth coating his cock. His son stirred and she obediently got up to tend to him, Ram laying there rock hard and wondering how he could fuck her without risking the baby.

No, he thought to himself. He needed a good hard fuck. Hana couldn’t withstand what he needed to do in order to feel properly satiated. He stood, leaving her to care for his son and made his way out into the cold desert air.

Lila was freezing, and her body ached all over from the abuse she had received, both in the fight and the raping of her. The big man had been cruel in his intrusion, and press of his bruises could be felt purpling on her waist and thighs. She was still unable to move, wrists and ankles bound, and a rough gag in her mouth, her rapist’s arm heavily draping her. Unlike many of the others, this brute didn’t have a tent, and if she got close enough to the fire? Maybe she could burn the frayed belt at her feet. Lila nudged herself forward, and the arms, thick and beefy wrapped around her tighter, a hand snaking down to clasp between her legs. She bit into the gag, disgusted by the violation, and tried again to wriggle free.

“That won’t work.” A deep male voice said. The leader, all hard coiled muscle and broad shoulders. A white scar marring already cruel lips. His hair was sheered short and icy blue eyes not only promised of violence, but another look she had seen in the eyes of men before. She glared up at him, unable to spit through the gag. He smiled, and it was an unfriendly thing, moving closer he bumped her rapists calf with his boot.

“Docker.” He said, waking the large man up. “Go keep Hana warm.”

The man, Docker, released her immediately, obeying without question to the command.

Lila’s back now felt the icy chill from his absence, but she didn’t care. Better that than cuddling with a monster. This wasn’t Lila’s first time being raped, nor being part of a hoard. Her parents had been there for the fall of civilization, surviving two winters before Lila was born. While it had been a harsh life, Lila had at least had one. Unlike these sorry women who lay there being fucked until they birthed offspring, only to be fucked again.