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Chapter 2: Monster

Lord Byron was not used to having to wait for what he wanted, in fact he never had to wait for it. So now that he was staring out the window of his estate at the sandstorm he felt nothing but rage. Who was Mother Nature to deny him what he wanted? Her last wisps of vengeance against humanity should have waited until after he had his prize. Sandstorms raged outside the window, pocked with the occasional lightning strikes and howls of angry wind. The caravan was supposed to leave today to pick up his new slaves, a refill in his entertainment in the pits, a refresh in mates for his men and a special morsel for him. The leader of the Slavers (Lord Byron had never bothered learning the man's name because he was trash), Said that they had captured a rare lady. An Anthro of exquisite coloring and beauty; trained for years to be the perfect wife. Of Course the Slaver demanded to be paid up front or no deal, and Lord Byron, while annoyed at it, agreed, but this would be worth it.

Lord Byron nearly shivered thinking about it. A new Girl for his harem, someone trained for years to be perfect and subservient! Nothing like the trash found out in the wastes; nothing like the cactus flowers that his men dug up. The problem with cactus flowers is that they were beautiful but still had spines surrounding them, spines that sometimes pricked his fingers. Those spines would obviously need to be clipped away, which was...Messy, yet enjoyable. Hopefully this would change all that; he had waited for a suitable mistress to carry his heir, one that would not lash out whenever he tried to love them. For too long had he tried to find the right mistress. The others lay chained in the recesses of his estate, ready for him should he chose to indulge himself and his needs; but hopefully this one proved to be different. The only thing holding him back was the sandstorm, and only crazy men traveled in a sandstorm.

>You wake suddenly to the smell of some kind of meat being cooked, and a reminder of where you were.

>This was a forgotten military outpost, and the rest of your faction would be arriving soon.

>You roll over, thinking about the pear shaped Cheetah that had occupied the space next to you in this bed.

>The bed of a man that was probably long dead, the victim to one of your men.

>regardless, she's gone and you are instantly on edge, grabbing your handgun and preparing to clear the rooms before Coul's cheerful face appeared in the doorway.

>"Master! I have made us breakfast, let us enjoy a meal together!" She says with joy ringing through every word, wearing nothing beyond an apron.

>Is this a trick? Is she covering for someone?

>Your mind flashes back to her pressed against the bars of her cage, the pained mewling from when your former subordinate slapped her paw.

>She wasn't capable of deception, you're nearly sure it had been trained out of her; this was one of THOSE places.

>You had run across places like this from time to time in your life while patrolling the wastes.

>Slave holds, places where they would capture anyone and sell them into slavery.

>It didn't bother you; that was life, the weak got dominated by the strong.

>However, this seemed...different.

>And not in a different you liked.

>You got your trophy, Coul, this spotless Cheetah anthro, but there was also the 20 or so male slaves ready to be sold.

>But also the 40 or so female slaves.

>Who needed that many slaves? A group larger than your own that's for sure.

>You sigh and focus on the now, Coul at a solid looking table, some kind of breakfast food shared between you and her as she looked at you with an expectant smile.

>"Master? I have made breakfast. Is it not to your liking?" She mewled softly, her ears drooping as she looked down at the meal.

>Some kind of bread, real eggs, and a browning crisscross of something.

>You pull up a chair to the dead man's table and poke at the brownish stuff.

>"What's this little one?" you muse, poking it with a real metal fork.

>"Uh...They are hash browns my master, shredded potatoes" Coul says with a confused stare.

>"Shredded potatoes?" you say, looking at the "Hash browns" while poking at them carefully.

>They smelled good, that's for sure, but why shred a potato? They were rare enough as it was, just chop them up and toss them in a pot or let them be blazed by fire.

>These are...Elegant, carefully cooked in some kind for oil and crisped to a form you had never known.

>You look at Coul carefully, seeing if there was any form of deception from her, after all this would be the perfect attempt of subterfuge.

>There is nothing though, No anger, no poison attempt, just her looking at you with a bit of confusion, fussing with her apron as she looks at you to make sure you enjoyed your food.

>With added emphasis, you take a bite of the hash browns and chew heartily, careful not to swallow yet.

>Coul's face descends into one of happiness and she brings you various spices.

>"Oh my master! Is it to your liking? Do you need salt of pepper?" she says, holding either out to you.

>Hash browns were one of the most delectable things you had ever eaten, enough to make you not worry about poison or whatever.

>Without answering Coul, you shovel the rest of the food into your mouth, hungry from the drive across the wasteland and eager for food.

>Coul looks upon you, shocked at the display of gluttony.

>"I take it that it was good master?" she says, staring at the now empty plate.

>"Yea, gimme more, and get some yourself little one, eat with me" you say, wiping your mouth on a sleeve.

>She regards you carefully for a moment, then dashes off to fill your next plate and hopefully her own.

>A moment later, she returns with 2 plates, one overfilled, which she slides to you, and one barely filled, which she takes.

>"Nah" you say with annoyance as you switch the plates; you got a bit more of the "hash browns" but she got more eggs and more bread.

>She looks at you in confusion as you eat your meal calmly, and slowly, this time savoring the flavor.

>"Master? Why do you give me such generous portions?" she says, poking at the food as if you were going to punish her for touching it.

>You fix your eye on her, studying her.

>From what you can tell, she is genuinely surprised that you have given her food.

>A flashback hits you of- You shake it away before it fully forms.

>"Eat up little one, you are my Prize and I want you to stay healthy" you say with a smile as you stand and gather yourself.

>Coul seems pleased with this response and digs in ravenously; even for a slave that was taken care of, she was only given the basics it seemed.

>While she eats, you inspect your weapons; handgun was loaded, no carbon build up to cause a jam, your MG 14 having never fired a shot, much to your disappointment.

>The only thing that saw any real action was your fire axe, and even that was just a blood stain away from perfection.

>Sure you shot one of your men, but one shot was not enough to cause an issue.

>You get dressed in silence, listening to Coul as she eats, the clinking of the silverware audible as she does.

>Getting dressed was a task to be done quickly, after all there were many things in the world that would want to catch a man with his literal pants down.

>But today was a day you could stop and inspect your gear, you had taken this fortress for the next few days, and you were far enough into it to be safe.

>Your shirt was ragged and torn but still wearable; your Jacket made of leather and lined with 3 layers of Kevlar.

>Your pants are black stained gortex (Blood proof) with 2 layers of Kevlar, gloves are leather and your boots have steel plates attached to the soles and over your toes.

>Lastly, you have your mask, black and painted with a skull, only one eye opening on it.

>Everything is in good condition, beyond your shirt; but that's replaceable.

>Coul appears, wearing the basic clothing she had on last night, her new sub-machine gun tucked into it carefully.

>You gesture for her to come close to you and remove the gun, looking it over.

>She lets out a small sound, one of sadness as you take it.

>"I'm not keeping this from you Coul, I'm keeping you safe" you explain, pointing to the safety which is set to full auto.

>With a slight flick, it's set to safe and you tuck it back into her waistband.

>"What else do you have to wear?" you ask looking at the basic rags she has on.

>Coul's ears droop, then perk back up again.

>"I have the dress which I was supposed to wear when I met my master! Please forgive me! I will change right away" she says, shrinking back from you as if you would strike her.

>You simply nod.

>"Go change then"

>Coul gives you a puzzled look, then scurries away quickly into one of the side chambers.

>As you follow, you hear the sound of cloth and hangers rustling.

>What you find is a full walk in closet the size of a bedroom, with a sewing machine and several bundles of cloth.

>Different outfits line the walls and racks, suspended on hangers.

>They used metal to make hangers? You can think of over a hundred better uses.

>And so much cloth! Where did they get it all?

>"Oh! Master? You are here with me? Did you want to watch me change?" Coul says, poking her head out, her ears flicking softly.

>Hm, that's actually not a bad idea.

>"Yes Coul, I would enjoy that" you answer, leaning against the door frame.

>She gives a happy smile, then disappears into the racks of clothing.

>After about a minute, she emerges holding a pale purple dress, which she slings over the table that has the sewing machine on it.

>Looking you in the eye, she smiles seductively, then shimmies her generous hips side to side, slipping the bottom half of her rags down.

>Turning from you, she slowly bends over and picks up red panties, lifting her tail and giving you a full view of her slit and ass, then she leans her butt against the table and lifts one long sinuous leg and slips it through the panties.

>She repeats the gesture gracefully with her other leg, and with a flourish lifts her ragged shirt up and away; flicking it towards you but with just enough force to have it land at your feet.

>Looking back to you, she presses her modestly sized tits together and slips her tongue out of her mouth in a sultry licking motion and you notice her tongue is pierced in two places.

>Coul does a small spin, sweeping up the dress with her paws and sliding into it easily.

>It fits her form perfectly and you have a moment of clarity about one of the female slaves upstairs being a seamstress.

>It's a short dress, wide a gap for her thighs to show.

>You stand star struck from the display.

>"Does it please you my master?" Coul purrs walking to you, swaying her ample hips and flicking her tail side to side.

>Her footpaws make no sound as they hit the floor and within moments she's pressed against you.

>"Do I Please you My Master?" she purrs, her voice a low sultry moan.

>"Yes Coul" you say, and before you can react, she pulls you into a kiss, pushing her tongue into your mouth.

>The dual studs on her tongue clack your teeth and you feel them with your tongue as your arms wrap around her waist and your hands slide down her thighs.

>She purrs loudly, sending vibrations through your body.

>"HEY BOSS" you hear one of your men shout into the apartment.

>Swearing at the intrusion, you break away from kiss leaving Coul panting slightly and flustered at the interruption.

>You stare at Coul, wanting her, but sigh out a low grunt of anger and compose yourself.

>There is a ton to do and Coul would always be there ready for you.

>"Put on some shoes little one, we are going for a walk" you say to Coul, who simply nods and disappears into the racks again.

>You leave the closet and find one of your men, Travis you think is name is, standing and eyeing the corpse of the man you killed last night.

>He cocks an eyebrow at you and you smile grimly.

>"He challenged me" you say simply.

>The shock is evident on Travis's face.

>"Why would he challenge you Boss? That's a good way to get dead" he asks, as he eyes to body once more.

>Coul emerges from the closet and rushes to you, wrapping her paws around your arm.

>"Her" you say motioning to Coul

>Travis stares at Coul, his face a mix of shock and understanding and he simply nods then swallows.

>"Uh- anyway boss, The Envoy is on the horizon, they'll be here within 20 minutes" he says, his eyes never wavering from Coul.

>You snap your fingers in his face.

>"Do I need to make another dead man?" you growl.

>He jumps and shrinks back bowing his head in submission and looking at the floor.

>"N-No Boss"

>"Good, Get her some riding gear and make sure it's the best" you order quietly and he simple nods and runs.

>You look down at Coul and she simply beams up at you from her position wrapped around your arm.

>With a smile and a shrug, you motion out the door Travis ran through.

>"Can't have my men challenging me all the time" you say simply, then look at her and sigh.

>She has her gun tucked awkwardly in the side of her panties and heavy boots on, they clash with her elegant dress, but you aren't the fashion police.

>You walk to the downed man and remove his gun belt, then snap it around Coul's waist.

>Kneeling down, you adjust it gently so it isn't too loose and then place her gun in the holster.

>When you look up, Coul is positively radiant, her sky blue eyes shining in happiness.

>"They said my master would treat me well, but you are nice! You give me food and belts and guns and command people to give me stuff!" she says with a voice full of happy wonder.

>You stand up and smile.

>Nice? That's a first.

>She immediately wraps herself around your arm again and you lead her out through the tunnels.

>Your men are doing the first steps of the raid; stripping the bodies of anything useful and tossing them over the walls.

>Where bodies had been previously, there are just bloodstains showing something was dragged away.

>Together with Coul, you walk through the halls to the surface to greet The Envoy.

>You can feel the eyes of your men as you walk, some openly stare and some just continue working.

>For those that stare, you scowl at them and they avert their eyes.

>"Master where are we going?" Coul says finally as you walk up to the surface.

>You lead her up a stairwell to get on top of the walls and look eastward then look at Coul.

>She flinches and turns her face away quickly.

>"S-sorry Master! It is not my place to ask questions" she whimpers, her posture going rigid although she still holds your arm.

>"You have no need to fear me little one" you say calmly

>You hook a finger under her chin and gently make her look out over the wall at a growing dust cloud.

>"What is that master?" She asks, looking from it to you.

>"The Envoy" you answer.

>"Our Faction operates in 4 groups Coul, the scouts who search for places like this" you say motioning to the fortress.

>"The Assault, the group who attacks the places found by the scouts and cut through their defenses" you gesture to the men and anthros and even a few anthro females helping with the cleanup.

>"The Envoy, the group of Haulers who comes and gets the stuff from these encampments" you say pointing out to the dust clouds.

>"And the 4th?" Coul asks, her eyes focused on the distant haulers.

>"The defenders of our home" you explain.

>"Our home?"

>You nod "Your home and my home" you confirm.

>Coul smiles and her light orange fur catches the morning rays of sunlight, shimmering under the warm light.

>The kiss from her still lingers in your head as you watch The Envoy get closer.

>Oh, that kiss was something and had so much promise, as did those tongue piercings.

>But that would all have to wait.

>The Haulers are waving flags of black and grey and red, which are answered from atop the wall as your men raise similar flags.

>A loud "HONK HONK" comes from the foremost big rig.

>The rig itself is painted Jet black, and the words "Pillar of Strength" are in white along the sides.

>All the Haulers are heavily armed, because they carry all the cargo and are the most likely thing to get attacked.

>Minigun turrets, Heavy machine guns, rockets, anything big enough to stop a vehicle.

>2 Dozen Haulers, all in all make a considerable amount of firepower.

>The Pillar of Strength along with about 4 other Haulers pull through the demolished Gates.

>Your second in Command, Gabriel, climbs out of the Rig and you escort Coul down the stairs to meet him.

>"Right on time Gabriel, any issues?" you ask as you meet him and you both hit your right fists together.

>"Some spineless fucks thought to try to get behind us and take us out one by one, so we just dropped some proxy mines and Boom, no more fucks" He replies with a grim laugh.

>His eyes glance over to Coul and he looks at her in awe.

>"A Spotless Cheetah? I've only heard about those" He says, removing his mask to get a better look at Coul.

>Coul shrinks closer to you as he looks her over.

>Gabriel is not the biggest man, but he's smart, half untapped genius, half unchecked madness.

>He's a touch under 6 feet tall, built like a runner and has dark black hair and steel grey eyes.

>"Ohh and she's a pretty one, you got a good one Tread" he says with a final nod and a smile then extends his hand to Coul.

>Coul looks at you for confirmation that its ok and you nod once.

>She outstretches her paw to him and he takes it gently, bows, and then kisses the back of it.

>"I Am Gabriel, Commander of The Envoy, you have nothing to fear from me" He says with a smile.

>"I-I am Coul Commander. I serve Master Tread" the Cheetah responds with much consternation.

>"Aye you do lass, and he'll take good care of ya" Gabriel says with a nod.

>He lets go of her paw and Coul backs up to your side once more.

>You motion over your shoulder to Gabriel and the 3 of you start walking.

>"So what do we got here Tread?" Gabriel asks, looking around.

>"Slavers, plenty of food and water, lots of cloth and metals too, not much in terms of weapons based on the weak resistance they put up" You respond, gesturing to the piles of bodies.

>Gabriel nods.

>"aye, the Cloth will be good, and we can reshape metal" He responds, looking around.

>You lead him through the various underground chambers, with Coul occasionally pointing out hidden compartments.

>"Lass, How do you know where the hidden compartments are?" Gabriel asks, as she points out hidden lever, which opens to a small, yet mostly full stash of food and Alcohol.

>Coul gives a slight grin and looks from you to Gabriel.

>"I was allowed to walk around sometimes, to keep my strength and some of my former masters would... give me treats from their stashes to try to win my affection" She says with a coy grin.

>You in turn smile at her approvingly, so she played them with her beauty, clever girl.

>"I- I Never gave them anything though master! I am Unsoiled!" She says quickly, raising her hands in surrender.

>You simply smile and pull her to you by her gun belt.

>"Good job playing them Little one, you served us well before we even got to you, did you have a favorite?" you ask, as she swoons from the praise.

>"Uhmm... One gave me this kind of... Tough meat that was salty and chewy but so good, Jerky I think it's called?" she responds, putting a pointed claw to her chin thoughtfully.

>"I'll save you a big bag of it since you're leading us to so many hiding places" Gabriel says as he pull a bottle of whiskey from the compartment.

>Coul's eyes light up.

>"You mean it Commander Gabriel?! A whole bag just for me?" She asks, literally jumping for joy as she speaks the words.

>Gabriel gives her a smile and hands you a small bag of sliced Cured Salami which you take and each a piece of and eat, then fish one out for Coul.

>"That's what He will give you little one, I will give so much more" you say, holding the meat up, Coul opens her mouth and you fondly feed it to her.

>When she's done she licks your fingers seductively, looking you straight in the eye.

>"Jesus, you got a good one Tread" Gabriel says, eyeing the show of lust and affection.

>You nod and never break eye contact with Coul.

>"That I did" you respond.

>A loud thump from above you snaps you away from Coul and you draw out your Handgun as Gabriel grabs his Melee weapon off his back.

>his melee weapon is a literal horse leg he got when he cut it off a depraved Horse anthro.

>Coul fusses a bit getting her gun out but you and Gabriel have the situation under control.

>The ceiling is made of the old timey foam shit to insulate sounds or something, all you know is that it's annoying and gross.

>"Whoever is up there, you have 5 second before I start firing" you say, aiming upwards.

>No response

>"Five...Four...Three...Two...O-"

>A terrified squeak and then one of the panels raise, showing a Female Rat Anthro, who is visibly shaking in terror.

>"P-Please don't shoot...I-I'm unarmed and-" she slips mid-sentence, careening towards the floor.

>Gabriel catches her before she hits though.

>You holster your gun, then assist Coul holster hers as Gabriel sets the rat down.

>she's a small brown furred Rat anthro, oddly plump for a slave, her eyes dart from you to Coul to Gabriel and the door nervously.

>"well now, here's a gal more my speed, Whatchu doing in the ceiling there Lass?" Gabriel asks, eyeing the rat and the ceiling.

>She frets with her torn clothing before answering,

>"I-I e-e-escaped and hid in t-the C-ceilings, I-I'm Useful! I-I know where f-food stashes a-are, I c-can smell them" She says pointing to her nose.

>A Stuttering Slave rat, you look to Gabriel, who smiles.

>"I'll keep her, it's rare I get a female during a raid, show me those stashes and we'll talk business" he says, ushering the now less terrified rat.

>You grab your Radio and make a quick call out.

>"Assault and Envoy groups; Search EVERYWHERE, Tear down walls if you think there is a space behind them, these guys liked to stash food and Alcohol, you find it, you get 50% of it, the rest goes to the main food for rationing. How copy?" You call out.

>A chorus of "sure boss" and "Got ya boss".

>The small rat is leading Gabriel from stash to stash while you head back down to the Apartment you slept in.

>This place hand plenty of things you would claim, the bed for starters, the food, you had no real claim over but a few of the rare items you could make yours.

>"Coul, what do you need to make me more of those hash browns" you ask the cheetah and she instantly lists off things

>"potatoes, salt, pepper, vegetable oil and a grater" She says without hesitation.

>you smile and nod.

>"Get them all and they will be ours" you say with a smile, sitting on a plush couch.

>She complies quickly and with earnest.

>Potatoes are rare, and you wanted more of those hash browns Coul had made earlier.

>You watch as she gathers the ingredients, and she makes sure she puts on a show for you as she does so.

>Long legs stretched as she reaches up, hiking her dress up a little, showing more of her body.

>Her reaching a bit too right, causing her tits to peek out a just a little.

>Angrily you tear your eyes from the show and snarl into your radio.

>"Maxon, do you copy?"

>"I'm here Boss" comes a gruff voice with an odd southern accent.

>For some reason accents still lived on, even after the world ended.

>"Get us some of the theater chairs, the comfy ones; and put them in the Chariot plus a passenger" You call into the radio. Trying to not think about the Cheetah before you.

>"You got it Boss, why a passenger?" he answers.

>"I didn't ask for your questions, just do it" you command, staring at Coul, who has her tail raised just enough to cover everything, yet still provocative.

>No wonder she could tease EVERYONE in this camp to showing her their stashes.

>She turned the "training" against them, getting what she wanted.

>You draw your handgun and point it at Coul.

>"Little one" you say calmly, pointing the firearm at her.

>She looks to you and freezes, a bottle of something in her paw.

>"M-master?" she says timidly, staring at the handgun.

>"You played an entire camp to get what you wanted, who do I know you aren't playing me?" you ask, aiming down the sights.

>Coul was a rarity, but you were no fool; she used her rarity and beauty before for her advantage.

>"Master...Tread...You have treated me like someone to be cared for" She starts, which makes you look her over calmly.

>Not many people used your name.

>"Most have treated me like a lost child to be guarded and protected, you gave me a gun and made me prove myself" she says with a small bit of panic in her voice, masked gently behind false confidence.

>"They said my master wouldn't allow questions and would treat me no better than anyone else, may even share me" she continues, raising her paws.

>"Yet you have given me extra food, excused mistakes, allowed questions and given me gifts to defend myself, even against you" She pleads, motioning to her gun.

>You think about it for a moment, she had the opportunity to shoot you, poison you, and deceive you if she wanted too.

>But paranoia is a hard habit to overcome.

>"Are there any stashes in here?" you say calmly, watching Coul.

>She nods, staring at the gun.

>You lower it and soften your tone.

>"Show me" you say calmly, which makes her relax a bit. She gently walks to one of the pictures on the walk and simply knocks it off its hook.

>Sure the guy before might have had a way to swing it aside, but Coul was desperate.

>Inside the stash there are preserved food, Alcohol, and even a few sweets, presumably stored by whoever ran this camp.

>"Bring me a bottle of vodka" you command, looking at the huge selection of alcoholic beverages.

>Honestly, this fortress has the largest stash of alcoholic drinks you had ever seen.

>Almost every crew member has had a stash of alcohol, and you're sure that plump rat had many more to show.

>Coul carefully selects a bottle of clear liquid and then walks slowly to you.

>You pat your lap softly, and Coul Approaches, trying not to show her fear.

>She gently sets herself in your lap, sitting sideways across it, blue eyes focused on you.

>You grip her paw, gently yet firmly, the one holding the bottle.

>"Open it" you command, motioning to her other paw.

>She does, quickly and obediently.

>Gently, you use her paw to raise the bottle to your lips so you can take a quick swig of the burning liquid.

>"Drink some" you croak out, and she does so, then coughs.

>You wait for her to regain her composure

>"Coul, look at me" you command, using your coldest stare.

>To your surprise, she meets your iron gaze, and takes another swig of the burning alcohol.

>She then kisses you, pushing a bit of the burning liquid into your mouth.

>It hurts, but in all the right ways, a push of pleasure and the sensual burn of affection.

>Her tongue laps at the inside of your mouth as she grinds her thick ass against you.

>You break the kiss, and she looks at you calmly.

>"Coul, I will protect you with my life, and my men will protect you so long as I rule, but if I think you will betray me, I will not hesitate t-"

>Your words are cut short by Coul kissing you once more.

>Her tongue forces its way into your mouth and you feel her arms wrap around you.

>When she breaks the kiss you hear her whisper.

>"You have treated me with such respect dear master, you have given me the means to end life and cause death; you have shown me compassion and defended my honor... I am yours...Dear Tread" She whispers, putting her paws around your handgun and angling it under her chin.

>You stare for a moment, amazed at the devotion she had towards you, and how she was willing to face death at your simple doubt.

>One of her paws motions to her gun, still holstered and to the dead man on the floor.

>Her blue eyes close, no longer looking at you and seemingly accepting her fate.

>Would you kill this lady on nothing more than a suspicion?

>Your head is tearing itself apart thinking about it.

>"She could betray you" says one half

>"She would have already" says the other.

>You frown and lower the gun from her chin.

>Coul inhales sharply as you do.

>"Thank you Master, I will never fail to serve you" She says solemnly.

>You holster your pistol and grab your radio.

>"Men, Grab everything of use from this place, I want us ready to leave in 2 days, load everything into those Haulers" you call out eyeing the room you're in.

>You don't need the cage, nor the couch, but the metal cutlery would be taken.

>This base would be picked clean of every resource, from light bulbs to wire hangers to cans.

>"Coul, we're gonna start packing this stuff away, Grab everything you want from that stash" you direct her.

>She nods and gets off your lap and quickly goes to the Stash, picking up every single sweet thing and all of the meats.

>You can hear her purring as she looks at the food in the stash, easily visible from her previous cage.

>That must have tormented her, being able to see it, yet not having any of it.

>You head back to the closet and look at the rolls of fabric, then at Coul, then back.

>"This is Tread, Send the new seamstress to me in the bottom apartments" You call through the radio.

>"Yes Sir" you hear a voice respond.

>Coul darts into a side room, and you watch her emerge with a large canvas bag, possibly from the old world military based on its drab green color.

>She begins tossing the sweets, the meat and the stuff for hash browns into it.

>As if feeling your gaze, she looks up and you, smiles then turns away, showing her wide thighs and ass while lifting her tail.

>What a tease, you love it.

>Tearing your eyes away, you look around the room at the various outfits, all for females, some like old world nurses, some like maids, but all well made.

>"S-sir?" comes a meek voice from the door causing you to turn quickly.

>The squirrel seamstress from last night shrinks back, eyes wide in fear, she has a human male with her, one you recognize from your faction, Hammer, you think his name is.

>"Did you make these?" you ask the squirrel, motioning to the various outfits.

>"Y-yes sir, all of them" she answers, looking away from you.

>Smart girl.

>You smile and point to Coul, who has a bit of beef jerky in her paws that she is nibbling on.

>"How many are for Coul?" You ask calmly.

>She looks at Coul and frowns, you can see the anger she has towards Coul.

>You Snap at her.

>"ANSWER" You bark, making the squirrel and Hammer jump.

>"uh- uh- lots Sir! They wanted to sell her for a good price and with lots of outfits to fit the Buyers desires" she hastily explains.

>You nod at that; makes sense for a slaver to provide more than just rags for a prize.

>"Ok, you are Coul's seamstress then, and will be awarded as such for the work you do" you say, thinking about the various clothing this squirrel could make.

>But then a thought hits you.

>"Why were they selling you if you made clothes?" you ask, dreading the answer.

>She looks at you, then Hammer then Coul.

>"Because she got sold, we were all going to be sold the day you attacked, I was not needed anymore" she says, looking at you with confusion.

>Your heart jumps to your throat.

>They were not picked up because of the sandstorm, and now that it has died down, the buyer would on the way.

>The buyer that needed over 80 slaves.

>on the way HERE.

>You Grab your Radio and shout into it.

>"Change of plans, grab what you can, we need to be out of here by sunrise!"

>Gabriel's voice answers.

>"What's going on Tread?"

>Your scouts hadn't reported and fort or settlements within a day's drive from here.

>"New information, might have company, I would rather us out of here when they show" you answer.

>there is a moment of stunned silence then a quick

>"Roger, we'll get it done"

>"Good, set up a rotating watch for anything on the horizon"

>You can hear things on the floors above you kick into overdrive.

>"Thank you for the info; Hammer, is she yours now?" you say looking from the squirrel to the man.

>He nods and gently puts a hand of her shoulder.

>"She is boss"

>You see the squirrel flinch at his touch but not fight it.

>"You and her get an extra ration when we get back to base for this info, now help get shit going, we need this fabric and I'm leaving you in charge of it, get it done." you say, and you see the squirrels face become astonished and Hammer smiles.

>"Ok Boss, we'll get it done" He replies

>You leave them in the closet and head to Coul, your head running a thousand miles per hour.

>Yes, you could probably take whomever was on the way, it would most likely be a lightly armored party of transports.

>But if they spotted this place before you spotted them, if they called reinforcements, if they had their full attack force or anything like that, you needed to be gone, the constant sandy wind would cover your escape, but only if you left in time.

>"Grab anything you want Coul, but we need to get out of here" you say, feigning calmness for her.

>She looks at you and smiles sadly.

>"The man who bought me is on the way?" She asks, a weary smile on her face.

>You nod and frown, looking at her.

>"You knew you were bought?" you ask, feeling your anger rising.

>She nods.

>"Lord Byron bought me, he has bought many slaves from here, and many, many wives. I do not know of the date he would come claim me though" She says, sadness and fear covering her face.

>"Please.... Save me from him...He is a monster and you are...kind. Please" Coul says as she slowly walks to you and gets to her knees in front of you.

>"I do not want to be his latest mistress, I wish to be yours" She says, clasping her paws together, staring up at you.

>You frown but help her to her foot paws, and call into you radio.

>"Travis, where is that riding Gear?" you bark, looking around this apartment.

>"C-coming boss" comes a terrified reply

>You look at Coul and nod.

>"You are my trophy, and I will protect you" you say calmly.

>This place was a huge boon to your faction, and everything was a gain.

>Before long Travis reappears before you carrying several pieces of gear.

>"H-here you are boss, a shirt, a jacket, and pants" he sputters, looking only at your feet.

>Carefully you inspect the gear and see it is all in very good condition.

>"Good, now get to work" you say without looking up at him.

>He doesn't respond, but instead just runs.

"Seamstress" you call to the squirrel.

>After a moment, she appears besides you.

"Y-yes sir?" she asks.

>"I want this stuff fit to Coul before sunrise, use whatever material you have to" you say, shoving the clothing into the squirrels paws.

>"Y-yes sir" the Squirrel responds then scurries off.

>One thing done, now onto the next.

>You grab Coul's bag and heft it over a shoulder, then look at her.

>"Want anything else?" She shakes her head and walks close to you, the gives you a slight kiss on the cheek.

>"Just you Tread" she whispers.

>Fuck, you wish you had more time to....explore with her.

>But things had changed, usually you get a few days to tear a place apart, but this time... take what you can and go.

>"Let's go" you say and lead her out.

>As the two of you walk, you pass rooms where your men are tearing through things, and packing them up

>All the mattresses get stacked and tied up and carried out, all the metal frames cut apart and hauled away.

>Nothing would be left behind.

>You make your way to your Chariot, Unique in its weaponry and its mode of transport.

>Heavy treads propel your vehicle and Maxon is already fixing the new seats into place.

>"We ready to go at a moment's notice?" you call to him as you set the bag behind your seat.

>"Yea boss, I refueled at this places gas pump an-" he says only to cut himself off as he stares at Coul.

>"No wonder you wanted a passenger seat boss" he remarks and you nod.

>"Will the Chariot be ready by sunrise?" you ask, looking around at your men hurrying busily loading the Haulers.

>"Yea, we'll be ready, I already got all the spikes for the gun" he answers as he checks over the feeding mechanism to the gun.

>"Good" you reply and head back into the base.

>You didn't want a fight, not here anyway.

>Coul hangs onto your arm and looks up at you with shining blue eyes.

>"Let's go Coul, we got work to do" you say, thinking about the oncoming storms.

>You could almost hear the opposing chariots racing towards you across the wasteland.

>Almost.