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Finally we know who the great author of this wonderfully romantic, sexy, emotional bondage story really is. It's the well known writer Adrian Hunter who published this story in 1998. Thanks Adrian for this gem of a story!

After - Chapter 6
By Adrian Hunter
(with apologies to Ero-Tales)

David stood up and shook off the ropes from his wrists and ankles after Wendy finally finished untying the woman’s complicated knots.

“She was a pro, huh?”

Wendy struggled to her feet and shrugged her shoulders as if to say she’d seen better. He tried his best not to laugh, but failed miserably, and she soon joined him in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, barely any food, no floater, crazy people behind every rock, Armageddon just around the corner, and all they could think about was sex games. Well, there were worse ways to go, he decided as he planted a huge kiss on her forehead.

“Do you want me to keep working on getting you out of that gag?” he asked once they’d both calmed down a little. “I don’t know how much longer that file’s going to hold out, but it’s probably worth the effort.”

She nodded her head enthusiastically, so he knelt down next to her and resumed sawing on the chain. But after more than an hour, he’d barely made a dent, and the serrated edges of the nail file were worn to a shiny, useless smoothness.

“I’m sorry, Wendy, but this just isn’t going to work.” He stood up and shook his aching wrist.

She sighed, then turned her head up and stared deeply at him with a mournful look that he presumed to mean that she understood he was doing the best he could. A second later, tears started to form around the corner of her eyes. “Oh, please, don’t cry, we’re going to be just fine, I’ll figure out a way…”

She shook her head no, then gestured for him to come around behind her, wiggling her fingers in the shape of what he finally understood to be letters. "You want to write something on me?” She nodded yes. He walked around, got on his knees, and held the palm of his hand next to her fingers. She traced a straight line. “I?” he asked. Another nod. Then she made an L, followed by O, V, E and Y so fast, he barely caught all the letters. “I lovey?” he said, feeling incredibly stupid after she finished the O and U.

His heart started hammering in his chest. How many days had it been since they had met? Two? Three? It might as well have been eternity. Even though he didn’t know a single thing about her past life…well, except the fact she had one heck of a kinky streak…he knew their destinies were locked together as permanently as the metal bands that were making their lives ever more difficult.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugged her tight, and lay his head on her shoulder. “I love you, too,” he whispered into her ear. “Really and truly. And I promise we’re going to get out of this mess. And when we do…” She cocked her face toward his, pushed the gag against his lips, and held it there for a very long time.

When they both opened their eyes, David was suddenly aware that the day was slipping toward dusk. He made a quick inventory. Thankfully, what was left of the groceries didn’t drive away with the mountain woman when she stole their floater. That took care of dinner, and maybe tomorrow’s breakfast. And there was plenty of clean water in the creek. Otherwise, they had a dull nail file and some rope. He couldn’t remember what happened to his boxer shorts…oh, that’s right. He’d left them in the floater.

He could tell that Wendy was thinking along the same lines. No matter how brave they pretended to be, she must realize they were in deep trouble now. In his haste to drive away from the shotgun-wielding shopkeeper, he hadn’t been paying the slightest attention to where they were heading. North? South? He had no idea. He wondered how far they were from the main road, the next town, or even a house. Not that it really mattered, since traveling any distance without the floater was going to be practically impossible, thanks to the cuffs around Wendy’s ankles.

In fact, given the general middle-of-nowhere aspect of their whereabouts, not to mention the end of civilization as they knew it, he thought they might as well have been on Mars. Or maybe we’re both really dead, and this is hell, he mused. Alone in the world with a beautiful girl who can’t move, can’t speak, can’t…

His reverie was broken by a nudge on his shoulder. He looked over at Wendy, who was moving her mouth around the gag.

“Are you hungry? Yeah, me too. Might as well eat dinner before it gets dark. Tomorrow, I guess I’ll get to work on some kind of shelter for us, and maybe take a look around to see if there’s anything growing that we can eat.”

She nodded her head and started writing something on his stomach.  First an
M, then a Y, followed by H…E…R…O.

He chuckled, gave her a big squeeze, and stood up. “I guess now is not the best time to regret quitting the Boy Scouts when I was a kid, huh?”

She giggled a little. “Mmmm-hmmm.”

Good, he thought to himself as he walked over to the tipped-over bag of groceries. Keep her spirits up. Heck, things could be way worse…in fact, he was feeling pretty chipper, given the circumstances. Amazing what the love of a gorgeous gal can do to a man’s perspective on life, even when she’s helpless…um, maybe make that especially when she’s helpless.

“When the going gets tough,” he said in a mock-serious voice as he brought the sack back over to her, “the tough eat baby food.”

This made her laugh so hard, for a moment he was afraid she was going to choke on the damned gag. And she’s got a good sense of humor, he noted on her ever-lengthening list of qualities.

“Let’s go back to the creek,” he suggested. “I feel safer away from the road. Do you think that woman is going to come back for you?” Wendy shook her head. “Me neither, but I still think we should move away from this particular spot, just in case.” She nodded and moved her feet underneath her bottom so he could help her stand up.

“Should I carry you, or do you want to hop?” She started bouncing up and down on her toes. “You make an adorable bunny,” he laughed as she bounded ahead of him toward the embankment that led to the brook.

“I suppose I should make a fire or something,” he said after they’d finished eating just a few of their precious supplies. “Not that I have the slightest idea how to light one without matches. But I guess I’m going to have to figure it out sooner or later. I’d better go look for some leaves and branches before it gets…”

She bumped his mouth with her gag again. “Is that a yes?” She shook her head and squeezed her eyes closed. “What? Oh…maybe I should just shut up and get some shuteye?” She nodded yes.

“Actually, that sounds like a great idea,” he said as he lay down on the cool earth, stretched his legs like a lazy cat, and helped lower her to the ground. Once they were fairly comfortable, she snuggled her arms and back against his torso, and he flung an arm around her slender waist.

“Sleep tight.”

She made a sound that sounded distinctly like a groan and pinched him hard.

“Hey! Ow, that hurt,” he pouted. “You’d better be nice to me, missy.”

“Mmm-mmm,” she said, jiggling a little before sighing and settling down to sleep. David looked up and watched the sky slowly turn a deep shade of purple, grateful for the babbling water of the creek to break the unholy silence of the woods. He saw the first star of the evening, and wished like crazy for a miracle to save them from this mess. But God probably died along with the rest of humanity when the bombs went off, so it looked like they were just going to have to save themselves.

A few moments later, he felt her fingers teasing his pubic hairs, then reaching for his penis. He returned the favor by moving his hand up to her breast and gently stroking it. He briefly considered entering her from behind, but his touch seemed to be making her calmer instead of aroused, so he decided to leave well enough alone. Besides, he was exhausted, and this was the best he’d felt since he could remember. As her breathing became slow and regular, he found himself slipping into a dream about castles and knights and dragons and a damsel in distress…

***

Something cold and wet touched David’s back.

His eyes popped open, but he couldn’t see a thing in the dark besides Wendy sleeping soundly in his arms and, beyond her head, the faint outline of the trees in the moonlight. He froze as he listened to what sounded like panting just inches from his ear. There was definitely someone behind him. Had the wacko woman returned to finish him off? He started thinking about his next move…probably couldn’t get to the nail file in time…go for the eyes, he vaguely remembered from some tough-guy movie…as he prepared to spring to his feet, something furry bumped against his leg.

Something big.

David’s heart went into overdrive. That’s no person, he realized. It’s some kind of animal.

As if on cue, he heard a low, guttural growl.

He prayed it was a raccoon, or maybe a deer, or even a wolf, but his instincts told him there was only one animal in the forest that made a sound like that.

He willed himself into a statue as the thing he presumed was a bear sniffed his back, and then his ass, as he wondered how he could possibly save Wendy if it decided to attack. He desperately fought off the urge to shiver as sweat began to cover his body. Then he felt something long, damp and rough against his thigh. Sweet Jesus, it’s licking me…don’t move, can’t move, don’t move, oh god, please, spare Wendy…as the tongue explored the back of his body, he closed his eyes and steeled himself for the swipe of a claw, pushing away visions of what its teeth must look like…

After what seemed like hours, the awful grazing stopped, and David thought he heard the thing amble away toward the stream. He lay still for several minutes until he was positive whatever it was had gone away. Then he felt all of his muscles shudder in spastic convulsions, and his bladder spontaneously unloaded a stream of hot piss against Wendy’s butt.

She woke up startled and rolled away from him, grunting angrily. “Shhhhh! We have company,” he whispered fiercely. Thankfully, she froze, her breathing coming through her nose in short, panicked huffs.

“It’s OK now, I think,” he said to her softly. “Christ, that was close…” He couldn’t really see her face, but he knew she was waiting for an explanation. “Let’s just say the rightful owners of this place paid us a visit.”

“Hmmm?”

He didn’t want to scare her, but what else could he do except tell her the truth? “I’m not sure, but I think it was a bear.” She squeaked in alarm, so he crawled next to her and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry, there’s no way I’m going back to sleep now. If it comes back, I’ll be ready for it.” His hands scrabbled around the ground until he found the nail file, then he sat back against a tree and pulled her next to him.

She shivered and buried her head into his chest, sobbing softly. “I know, Wendy, I know…” he couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he rocked her gently and stroked her hair. “I know, I know…”

Eventually, he felt her slip back into sleep. And, despite his best intentions, David’s head soon fell forward in slumber as well.

***

When he woke up, he found himself lying on his stomach. He turned his head and saw sunlight streaming through the branches of the trees. It must be almost noon, he thought as his eyes found their focus. Suddenly, he realized he was alone.

“Wendy!” he screamed, but as he started to stand up, something heavy dropped down on his butt and pinned him to the ground. Before he could react, he heard a familiar muffled giggle.

“Wendy, that had better be you…”

“Mmmmmmm?”

“You wench,” he snarled in mock exasperation. “I ought to spank you, but you’d probably like…ooomph!”

She plopped down on his butt again, laughing.

“How long have you been awake anyway?”

She started bouncing up and down on him as she hummed a singsong melody, then yelped as he reached around and grabbed her leg. “You are in major trouble now, my dear,” he said, holding her steady as he brought his knees up underneath her and pushed up on the ground with his free hand. He rolled himself out from under her, then caught her in his arms as she fell off.

David couldn’t believe Wendy was in such a good mood. After last night, he figured she’d be in suicide-hotline mode. Instead, she was peppering his face with gag-covered kisses, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Mmmp…mmmpppp!” She jerked her head upwards.

“Up? OK.” He stood and helped her to her feet. “Looks like someone I know sprinkled happy dust on her cereal this morning.” Once she got her balance, she started hopping toward the stream, then looked back at him and gestured for him to follow her. “Where are we going?” he asked instinctively before remembering her gag. She glared at him, then gave him an exaggerated flounce of her head and kept on hopping. “Hey, wait for me, Bugs!” he yelled as he scrambled behind her.

She bounced fearlessly along the edge of the water for maybe 50 yards, then started gesturing for him to look across the brook. He peered through the thick undergrowth until he finally saw what she was pointing at. It was well hidden in the trees, but it was definitely some kind of man-made building.

The cold water actually felt good against his bare legs as he forded the stream and clambered up the embankment on the other side. It’s a log cabin, he realized as he approached the structure. What’s it doing out here anyway? Probably someone’s secret hideaway, or maybe it’s a hunting lodge, thinking of the bear. Anyway, it looked like it was in good shape, with nothing obvious broken down.

“Hello?” he shouted as he approached the front porch. “Anyone home?” He walked up the steps to the door and knocked on it loudly.

When he heard no response, he ran around the small house and tried to peer in the windows, but they were shuttered from the inside. “I think it’s deserted,” he yelled back at Wendy, who was beaming with pride on the other side of the stream.

David returned to the porch and tried to open the door. As expected, it was locked with a serious-looking deadbolt above the handle. He pressed against the thick wood, and realized it was ridiculous to presume he could somehow break it down. He supposed he could easily smash a window and push through the shutters, but he really didn’t want to if he didn’t have to. He looked around the porch and tried to think where someone might hide an extra key. Maybe on top of the door frame? Nope. No doormat, either. He jumped off the porch and peered under the stairs. Nothing. He was just about to give up when he noticed a little wooden birdhouse nailed to a tree next to the front window. He walked over and swiveled the door up to open it. Nothing inside. Then he looked up at the underside of the door and saw a key nailed to the wood.

“Yahooooo!” he shouted as he worked it free, clenched it tight in his hand, and ran down the embankment to the stream. He splashed noisily across the water, and just about knocked Wendy over as he embraced her.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he sputtered as he kissed her all over her head and upper body. “You did it, Wendy. You saved us.” She smiled and blushed and David thought he had never seen a prettier thing in his entire life.

“Allow me, mademoiselle,” he said with a gallant bow. She gave him a curtsey before allowing him to pick her up to cross the stream and head up the embankment. When they reached the door of the cabin, she tried to get out of his arms, but he held her tight.

“Nothing doing,” he said as he braced a leg against the side of the house to hold her up while he fumbled with the key into the lock. “I’m going to carry you over the threshold.”

She leaned forward and rubbed her nose against his, then closed her eyes and threw her head back in a mock swoon. He laughed and turned the door handle, fully expecting to find a dusty, empty room.

Instead, they walked into what looked like a museum exhibit of how people lived during the 19th century. A large brass bed covered with a colorful quilt dominated the room. A walk-in fireplace filled one entire wall, and there was a little iron oven next to it that looked like it was supposed to be used for cooking. Pots and pans and cups and kitchen utensils hung from the ceiling above a heavy wooden table with two chairs and a large steamer trunk beside it. Another wall was covered from floor to ceiling with shelves groaning under the weight of dinnerware, various household items and hundreds of books. A corded rug covered most of the polished floor planks. Candles and oil lamps were mounted on the walls, along with a rack holding a serious collection of rifles.

At first, David figured he’d guessed right when he thought the cabin was a hunting lodge, although it could just as easily have doubled as a tribute to Laura Ingalls Wilder. Something was wrong, he decided. The house was way too cute to be a hideout for a bunch of guys who got their kicks blasting defenseless animals for fun. Then both of them saw the poster on the wall at the same time. “U.S. Out Of North America Now!” he said out loud, laughing at the cartoonish illustration of a Mountie aiming a blunderbuss at Uncle Sam.

“Some crazy Canuck was probably using this as a hideout,” he continued, still chuckling. “Look, there’s tons of anti-America propaganda on the shelves. Probably one of those Quebec militia types. I read an article about them not too long ago. Seems they were going to come over the border to secretly commit random acts of terror. Well, judging from the decor, it looks like he was quite the traditionalist, huh?”

He lowered Wendy onto the invitingly-fluffy bed. “Something tells me there’s more to this place than charming antiques. Anything look suspicious to you?” Without waiting for her answer, he walked over to the edge of the rug and lifted an edge. Nothing. He pulled away more of the heavy material and discovered a large metal ring recessed into the wood.

“Bingo. A trap door. Probably leads to some kind of cellar.” He lifted the heavy iron loop and gave it a tug. A large piece of the floor rose a few inches. For an instant, he worried he might be making the biggest mistake of his life, but realized it was much too late to worry about surprising someone. So he kept pulling on the ring until the door flopped open.

David pulled a candle off the wall. “Do you see any matches?” Wendy looked around and gestured toward the fireplace, where a big box sat on the stone mantle next to a wind-up alarm clock.

“Awesome,” he said as he touched the flaming tip to the wick. “I’m going to poke around downstairs. Are you okay?” She nodded and pushed her head back into the pillows with a blissful sigh. He wondered how long it had been since she was comfortable. Well, she wouldn’t have to suffer much longer. Whoever built this place had to have tools. And, most likely, some food, too. He got on his knees to lower the candle into the hole, and then stuck his head down.

“Holy shit,” he said slowly. “Wendy, you aren’t going to believe what’s down here.”

It looked like something from an old World War II movie. The room was significantly larger than the cabin above it, maybe twice its size. Wooden bunks lined one long wall, and dozens of crates with stenciled letters on the side were neatly stacked against the other. There was a fully-stocked workbench, some kind of transmitter, what looked like an engine from a floater, fuel cells stacked to the ceiling, shovels, axes, and enough weapons to assault a small country, if not America itself.

David lowered himself into the room and went over to study the boxes. “Fruit!” he called out as he read the bright-red words. “Meat! Vegetables! Wendy, this place is like a grocery!” He lifted the lid of one at random and was greeted by the sight of several dozen aluminum circles neatly arranged in rows. Cans and cans of food. The next box he checked was filled with sacks of rice. Then he found one packed with ammunition.

This is too good to be true, he thought silently. Someone’s going to pop out from the shadows and attack me with a blaster, or maybe a bayonet.

But the only sound in the cabin he heard was Wendy’s feet pounding across the hardwood floor above him. “Hey, stay away from the hole, you hear? The last thing we need is for you to fall down here and break your leg! I’m coming right up…hold your horses, girl…”

His head popped out of the floor. No Wendy. Where did she go? He felt waves of panic wash over his limbs as he pulled himself up into the cabin. He ran to the door and threw it open. And there was Wendy, squatting by a tree.

“Jesus, you scared me to death,” he started to say exasperatedly. “Next time, why don’t you tell…oh, I’m sorry…excuse me.” He hurried back into the cabin, his face burning bright red, and lowered himself back into the cellar. Gotta find something to get that gag off…he waved the candle over the workbench and poked through the tools until he found a small hacksaw. Perfect.

“Wendy, we’re in business!” he yelled as he climbed out of the hole waving the saw like a victory flag. She was sitting primly on the bed, looking at him happily. “Hold very still,” he said as he sat down next to her, positioned the blade and started grinding through the chain. After just a few minutes, the link snapped open. He pulled the next link through the opening, removed the plastic cylinder from her mouth and stared at her smiling face, feeling positively woozy.

“Wendy, I…” But he was interrupted by her lips planted hard against his, her tongue squirming in his mouth. He put his arms around her and returned her kiss with more passion than he thought possible. They fell back onto the bed and continued their embrace until she finally pulled away gasping.

“I love you, David. Oh god…thank you.”

“I love you too, Wendy. I…”

Whatever he was going to say was lost to the ages as she started kissing him all over his face, then down his neck until she arrived at his chest. He felt himself getting harder than he had ever been before as she started nibbling on his nipples. Moments later, she had slid down to the floor, her lips and tongue and teeth working their way down his stomach to his groin.

“No…wait…I…inside you…”

She raised her head and muttered “will you please shut up?” before she took him completely into her mouth. Within less than a minute, he exploded.

“Mmmmmm….now that’s a gag I could get used to,” she said when she finally released him.

“My turn,” he growled as he grabbed her arms and pulled her back onto the bed.

“Oh…help…save me…” she sighed as he picked up her ankles and buried his face against her moist crotch.

He lifted his head and peered at her from between her thighs. “You maybe want the gag back on? That can be easily arranged…no? I didn’t think so…” It took a little longer before she started moaning and thrashing, but he kept his tongue in motion until he was satisfied she wasn’t going to think about hopping anywhere for quite some time.

“Oh, David…do that again,” she purred when he finally came up for air, her taste dripping from his mouth. So he did. And did. And did some more. And when he was hard again, he held her legs up high and teased her with the tip of his cock until neither of them could stand it anymore, and then slipped into her like Cinderella’s foot in the glass slipper.

It was starting to get dark before they finally finished with each other. He pushed himself up on one arm and gazed at her with a stupid smile permanently etched on his face. “Wendy, you are just…”

“Hush,” she said. “Tell me tomorrow. Or the next day. Right now, I just want to sleep with you forever in this bed.” He could hardly argue with her, given that he was practically snoring by the time his head hit the pillow.

The next morning dawned gloriously. David woke up parched and starving, and figured Wendy had to feel likewise. So he ventured into the basement and retrieved a few cans of fruit, then grabbed an earthen pitcher and went to the brook for water. When he came back into the cabin, Wendy was just beginning to stir.

“Morning, Sunshine. Feeling better about things, I hope?” He sat down next to her on the bed and poured some water into a cup for her.

“Mmmmm-hmmmmmmmmm,” she replied, sounding very satisfied. “Oh, that’s right. I seem to have regained full mouth functions.” She struggled into a sitting position, leaned over and kissed David hard.

“There are so many things I want to ask you,” he started. “But first things first. Let’s get you out of those cuffs once and for all. I’m pretty sure the hacksaw will…”

“Don’t you dare.”

David stared at her in dumbfounded silence for a full beat, then began stammering. “I…I don’t think…what do you…”

“Let me put it another way, David. If you cut them off, I’m outta here.”

“Are…are you…how will you…oh, c’mon, Wendy, you can’t be…”

“Serious? Oh, I’m very serious, David. You’ll soon learn I am very serious about many things, but mostly about this.” She gave him another kiss. “Look, even though we hardly know each other, we both know, for better or worse, we are going to be together for a very long time. For me, that means this.” She wiggled her bound ankles. “And worse.” She smiled broadly.

“But how will you get around?”

“Where are we going?”

“How will you eat?”

“You’ll just have to feed me, big boy.”

David looked hard into Wendy’s eyes, and she returned his stare in kind. My god, she’s not kidding, he thought to himself. He weighed his options, and it took him maybe three seconds to realize he had none, besides the one sitting beside him.

“Now, if you would be so kind, I’d love some of that fruit, and then I want you to fuck me silly, just like yesterday, only don’t be so nice this time. After that, you can poke around this place and do some useful boy stuff, like finding some rope to tie me up properly.”

David couldn’t think of a single response that made the slightest amount of sense except finding a can opener and a spoon. He could barely remember what his life had been like before the bomb. Everyone who had been so  important to him…his friends, his coworkers, his family…swirled in a nostalgic mist as if they were characters in a movie he had seen years ago. And everything bad was suddenly the best thing that had ever happened to him…surviving the blast, finding Wendy, escaping the crazies, the fuel cell disaster, even the damned bear…all this had led them to a secret sanctuary built and stocked by the very people who had done their best to obliterate them. God save the Queen, and Napoleon, too, he laughed to himself.

And now the most beautiful girl left in the world seemed to be insisting that she wanted nothing more in life than to be his sex toy, bound to do with as he pleased. He found his groin stirring as he imagined the possibilities, then he tried to convince himself she would come to her senses…some day…maybe…but maybe not. After all, they had no place to go, no one to find, no reason to leave, plenty of food, a source of water, wood everywhere for the fireplace, the steamer trunk is probably filled with clothes, there’s probably even a floater hidden somewhere close by for all those fuel cells in the bunker. If someone happened upon them, well, they were certainly armed to the teeth. No, staying alive wasn’t going to be a challenge. And she was certainly someone worth living forever for.

“Did you ever hear the story about people who got everything they wanted?” she asked him as he sat down next to her on the bed with an open tin of pineapple chunks. He shook his head no, still trying to recalculate the events of the last three days and what was to become of their lives now.

She scooted her naked body against his and kissed him. “They lived happily ever after.”

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After - Part 5
By Ero-Tales

David wanted to lay on the ground next to her, holding her tightly against him, but an overpowering thirst together with hunger pangs told him he'd better see to some more basic needs first. There was still plenty of food left, all of it too hot to be pleasant. He pulled the sack out into the shade of the floater, along with the bottled water.

"You want some of this, or go down to that little creek?" Wendy looked towards the small shaded grove that hid the rippling brook, looked back at him and jerked her head in that direction. He gathered a few baby-food bottles and a little food for himself, and helped her to her feet.

"You want to get there yourself? I can carry you if you want." She looked as exhausted as he felt. She leaned towards him and nuzzled his shoulder, which he took to mean, oh, alright, you can carry me just this once.

"Um. . ." His hands were already full. "Here, you take a few of these bottles." He pressed them into her hands, and gathered her in his arms, staggering a little in fatigue as he carried her into the trees and carefully down the short slope to the creek. His intention was to set her down in the creek itself. As soon as her feet touched the water, though, she squeaked and pulled her feet up quickly, almost causing him to drop her as her weight shifted. He stood her on the damp earth just beyond the reach of the water, and reached down to feel the water. It was very cool, almost cold. He didn't know where it was coming from, but runoff from the mountains seemed possible. At any rate it was pretty obvious why she didn't want to sit in it. By this time she had laid down on her side parallel to the edge of the water, and was wriggling closer, eventually thrusting her face into the current to take a mouthful of cold water, gulping with difficulty around the gag. He could see this was another thing she wanted to do herself; shrugging, he knelt next to the water and took a drink himself. The coolness spread slowly through his limbs, and in the pleasure of the moment began to feel for the first time that survival was not only possible, but even desirable.

He sat afterwards with his legs around her feeding her lunch, or breakfast, whatever it was, and had his own after that. The exhaustion of their earlier efforts and a night of little sleep caught up with both of them, and he curled himself around her as they lay back against the muddy bank, and grew less conscious of the hushed swishing of leaves and quizzical twittering of birds, as they drifted to sleep and the rest of the morning passed.

* * *

"Hey! Anybody out there?"

David jerked awake, a little surprised at finding his nose buried between Wendy's breasts after a dream in which people he knew had one by one inexplicably disappeared. He held her tightly against him to make sure she, too, didn't disappear, and felt her stir sleepily against him as the voice called out again.

"Whose floater?"

He felt Wendy stiffen in surprise, so no, he wasn't imagining it. He quietly untangled himself from her and put his finger to his lips. She cocked her head at him and rolled her eyes, opening her lips briefly against the gag, as if to say, you idiot, what was I going to say anyway?

He patted her and whispered, "I'm sorry," and crept up towards the top of the bank to try to catch sight of whoever was doing the yelling. A woman was standing by the floater, her back to it, turning her head to survey the horizon. She was dressed in faded denim shorts, a white T-shirt with a brown vest and a back-pack, her long brown hair parted in the middle, her legs unusually muscular. From where David was she looked about 30 or so, and looked understandably puzzled that a floater should be sitting in the middle of nowhere for no obvious reason. He was hesitant to present himself, since his shorts were, as usual lately, back in the floater. He cursed himself for leaving the door standing open again, and the keys in it. He couldn't see any vehicle she might have arrived in, and from her rumpled, sweat-streaked look she had probably been walking. If she couldn't find anybody to go with the floater she would undoubtedly decide, reasonably enough, that it was hers. Hell, he decided, she's old enough to have seen a few naked men before. At least, he found, he wouldn't be approaching her with a hard-on. He'd had one just a minute ago, and wasn't completely sure what had become of it, but there did seem to be something about the woman that reversed the natural flow of his male anatomy.

He slowly climbed to the top of the slope and stood. The woman's head jerked towards him at the movement, and her jaw dropped, as she looked away for a moment and then back towards him.
"This yours?" she asked, indicating the floater behind her.

"Yeah. Is there a problem? You live around here?"

"No. Been out hiking a few days."

Neither made a move to get any closer, and the conversation took place at about a 30-foot distance. If there was some kind of camp nearby with lots of people around, David imagined it would be nice to know where it was, so he could decide whether to join it or avoid it. Maybe he could get some clothes and get Wendy loose.

"You out looking for other survivors?"

The woman looked puzzled. "Survivors? Of what? That earthquake? How bad was it?"

David shook his head in wonder. Could she have been so completely out of contact that she didn't even know?

"You know about the war, don't you?"

"War? Here? Don't look like a war to me."

His incredulity beat his sensitivity to his voicebox.

"Well, you ought to see what's left of the city if you don't think it looks like a war. Those were bombs, not earthquakes." His voice shook as he remembered everything he'd been trying to forget.

"Probably not much left of North America."

She glared at him. "You're bullshitting. There's never going to be a war. That's all scare talk."

He shook his head again. "You got a cellphone?"

She snorted in disgust. "Damn thing's broken. Can't get anything on it anymore."

"It's not broken. There's nobody to call anymore. It's. . ." It finally sank into him that he was telling someone that everyone she'd been close to was dead. Hell, though, what did it matter, it was too big to grasp anyway. He knew he didn't believe it yet himself.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why're you saying such crap? You a Canuck spy or something?"

He threw his hands up. "Look, I don't know how to prove it to you. You'll find out eventually. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For whatever you're going to go though. It won't be fun, finding out. I'm sorry, that's all."

He looked towards his right, in the direction he thought the city was from there. There was no smoke rising anymore, so he wasn't sure.

"You alone?"

David's mind tried to short-circuit the reflex that made him look behind him, failed.

"Somebody back there?" She suddenly pulled a knife out of a sheath at her belt he hadn't noticed.

"Come out where I can see you, whoever you are."

"What's the knife for? Nobody here's going to hurt you."

"Yeah, right. You're standing there talking like a crazy Canuck and somebody else is hiding in the trees, and I'm supposed to think we're all friends here. Come out!"

David hoped Wendy had the sense to stay out of sight, maybe get a little further downstream. He cautiously crept closer to the woman, whose attention was still on the trees. At a closer view she seemed a little older, maybe 35. The woman froze, apparently sensing some movement in front of her.

"You, right there. Stop!"

David felt his stomach churn as he waited for the other shoe to drop. He and the woman both crept forward, approaching the creek bed from different angles. Watching her intently, he saw her jaw drop, followed by a nearly breathless
"Holy shit!"

The woman whirled on David.

"You ARE a Canuck! You got a woman prisoner down there in chains." She glanced back towards Wendy, squinting, then back towards David.

"For God's sake, she's naked too. What was you doing, raping her when I came along?"

She edged closer, brandishing the knife, the edge traveling in tiny circles. David held his hands outward, open palms towards her.

"It's not like that! Wait! Look, you can see I don't have a weapon, so you can afford to give me time to explain, right?" He crept backward, trying to stand his ground yet still somehow manage to maintain most of the distance between them. She stopped, uncertainly, glancing back at Wendy once more, who was standing, trying to hop up the steep slope of the bank by the creek. David started towards her as she lost her balance and fell heavily to her knees, and stopped at a motion from the woman.

"Okay, I bet this'd be worth hearing. Start talking."

He took a deep breath.

"It's all true, what I was telling you. The city got bombed a couple of days ago. Maybe a lot of other places, too. There's a few survivors, not many. Just some of us who were lucky," he grimaced inwardly, "if that's what you want to call it. I walked around a long time, and then I heard Wendy crying for help. She and her boyfriend had been. . . well, I guess this was how they had fun. You know."

He searched her eyes for some sort of understanding. At least now she looked puzzled, which was an improvement over murderous rage.

"So you just decided to keep her that way?"

"Look, I don't think you get what it's like yet. You can't just go out to your garage or the hardware store and get some tools. The toolbox is gone. The garage is gone. The hardware store is gone. Do you get what I'm saying?"

David himself was starting to get a feeling for the enormity of it. I'd better stop talking about this, he thought.

"I've been trying to get her loose .I even got part of it undone. She was worse off that this to begin with. But I haven't found anything I can do with all that metal stuff. What am I supposed to use, my bare hands?"

He looked back towards Wendy, who had wriggled up the bank on her side and was now working herself upright against a tree. He thought about helping her, but realized his only hope of convincing the woman would be if Wendy came over to him spontaneously, as if she wanted to be with him. It had to look like it was all her idea. He tried to somehow pass the thought to her telepathically. He could see the woman struggling with her doubts. One more bit of evidence might help.

"Has your phone been out of order the whole time, or just since. . . well, when did it stop working?"

"Um, yeah, it was working a couple of days ago. I tried calling some friends yesterday. Never got a signal."

She closed her eyes and looked down. Wendy started hopping towards them now. The woman looked up at the sound, and motioned her over to her, but Wendy shook her head and hopped to David's side. As he put his arms around her and she nestled her head against his shoulder, the woman finally seemed to relax. At least until the thought completed itself.
"You mean, it's all true? Bomb, war, everything?" She seemed on the verge of tears.

David just nodded. The woman sat abruptly, her face buried in her hands. David took the opportunity to look Wendy over.
"How you feeling? Did you hurt yourself back there? Any cuts or anything?" He reached down to brush off the mud caked on her shins.

"Do you want to sit down?" She shrugged, and finally nodded.

"Let's go over to that tree. I'll help you when we get there."

He knew by now she'd at least want to travel there under her own power. He could hear her hopping behind him, and turned when he reached the tree to help her sit. She shook her head and leaned back against the trunk, letting her hands slip slowly downward until at last she was sitting, leaning back against it. He joined her next to the trunk, and looked again at their visitor.

"Can I do anything for you? We've got a little food, if you're hungry."

The woman raised her head and took a deep breath, obviously making an effort to appear as if she'd weathered the storm. In a voice a little too loud, she said, "No, I'm fine. Got a lot of stuff with me here." She jiggled her backpack.

"Um. . . say! In that case, maybe you could help us. You got anything in there that would cut through these handcuffs?"

"Lemme check." She shrugged off the pack and started picking through it. After a minute she nodded and pulled something out.

"Would this help? Best I can do, I think." She held a nail file out towards David. He came over and took it, looking it over skeptically.

"Maybe. I'll see if I can do anything with it." He brought it back and showed it to Wendy.

"What do you want me to start on? Feet, hands, or mouth?"

She thought a moment, then bobbed her head, thrusting her jaw towards him, seeming to indicate the gag.

"Yeah, I was thinking that, too. That's the one thing that's really getting in the way the most; it's been hard getting enough food and water into you. Okay, sit still, let me see what I can do." He spent a minute examining the links of the chain running along her cheek. They all seemed about the same thickness. He shrugged and picked one, and carefully started sawing with the file across the outer surface of the tiny loop of metal. He had to avoid jabbing her face with the sharp point of the file, so each back-and-forth motion didn't cover any great distance. It was obviously going to take awhile, if it worked at all. As he worked, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the woman had stretched herself out on the ground, using her backpack as a pillow. She seemed to be shaking her head slightly and mumbling to herself.

After about 15 minutes, his muscles were starting to ache from sitting hunched in one position. He paused to examine his work. The link was now displaying a roughened, flat shiny surface. He sighed in exasperation; at this rate it would take at least another hour. Meanwhile, the upper portion of the file was being rubbed smooth.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm kind of wrecking your file. Should I stop?"

"It's okay?"

She just waved again. Shrugging, he went back to work, using the lower, still-rough surface of the file. After another 20 minutes or so, Wendy shifted as if she just had to move the muscles that were aching from sitting so patiently in one position. She looked at him with a questioning expression and jerked her eyes in the direction of the link he had been working on.

"Let me look again." At a rough guess he thought he might be halfway through. He tested the link with his fingers, trying to see if there was any give that might be encouraged into a break. He carefully thrust the file into the loop and gave it a twist. Nothing yielded, and Wendy grunted and glared at him.

"Sorry. I don't know, maybe another half-hour. Except. . ." He examined the file critically. "I don't think this is going to get us there. The whole thing is starting to get worn smooth. I don't even think it's been doing anything the last few minutes."

Her arm across her eyes, the woman just waved the other one in a dismissive gesture.

He broke off as Wendy squeaked in alarm, her eyes wide viewing something beyond his shoulder. He turned in time to see a backpack swing towards his head. In the split second of consciousness after it struck, he relived the instant of the explosion.
His head ached as he slowly swam back towards consciousness. The thought of the bomb remained with him; that and the confusion of his limbs not functioning the way he wanted them to. The woman was just putting the finishing touches on a knot that left him hogtied on the ground. His field of vision was filled with a slanted horizon and the woman's backpack laying in front of him. Must have had rope in it for rock-climbing or something, he thought, as he jerked against the bonds and twisted onto his side.

She slapped him, mumbling, "Now you know what it feels like. Doing that to a poor little girl."

He spat grass out of his mouth. "I told you I found her like that. You saw me trying to cut through the gag."

"First time I saw you was when you was coming back from raping her. You just now was threatening her with that knife. Loved scaring her, didn't you? You men are all the same. Bet you had a Rape and Pillage class back in Toronto."

"I am NOT CANADIAN, damn it. And it was a file, not a knife, and you gave it to me. Look, you saw she wanted to be with me, didn't you?" About 30 feet beyond her he could see Wendy struggling to get to her feet against the trunk of the tree. The woman must have dragged him over here to get him away from Wendy.

"Guy raped me with a knife once. I swore I'd get him back someday. Never found him, but you'll do." She patted her own knife in its sheath. His entire skin surface felt as if tiny electric currents were traveling over it. This lady was functioning in a different reality now, he knew. Within minutes she'd probably be confusing him with *her* rapist.

Wendy took her first hops towards them. The woman heard her and turned, started walking towards her.

"You come with me, honey. He can't hurt you anymore. . . WHOA!" She backed away from Wendy hurriedly. As she moved out of the line of sight between him and Wendy, David could see Wendy had turned her back towards the woman and was waving the file back and forth at about waist level. The woman was circling her slowly, presenting her hands towards her, empty palms forward.

"I don't mean to hurt you, sweetie. We're both on the same team. Let's go over to the floater and get you tucked away, then I'll take care of this guy."

Wendy, watching her over her shoulder, managed to keep her balance as she turned with little hops to keep her back towards the woman, holding the file menacingly. As the woman continued to circle, Wendy now started to hop towards David, getting herself between him and the woman. The woman stood with her hands on her hips now, a somewhat glazed look in her eyes. David hoped her reality was shifting in some less dangerous direction. She took a few tentative steps forward, as Wendy continued retreating towards David. About five feet from him, she stumbled and fell heavily to her knees with a squeak of alarm, but held onto the file and continued pointing it at the woman. She shuffled the remaining distance towards David on her knees, clearly ready to hold a defensive position there for as long as it took.

The woman began circling again, and Wendy twisted on her knees to keep the file pointed at her. The woman shook her head, her eyes closed. Finally she said softly, "That's a good idea, honey. You watch him and make sure he doesn't get loose. I'll drive into town. I've got friends there who can help you." David sighed with relief and exasperation. The immediate danger was past, but they seemed to be about to lose the floater. He wondered what she'd do at her next reality check, when she saw the city. Probably explain it away somehow. People only ever believe what they want to, damn it.

He watched as she walked around the driver's side of the floater, glared at him and said, "I'll get you later, asshole."

The rush of the engine sprayed gravel and knocked over the grocery bag standing next to the floater as she slammed it into gear and the vehicle hissed away back towards the road. Wendy rolled to her side, finally, her eyes closed, breathing in audible heaves.

He struggled with the ropes a few minutes, and finally said, "Um. . . Wendy?"

"Hmm?"

"I could use a little help here."

She looked at him, and a tiny giggle escaped her lips. She smiled "Hmm-mmm."

"Come on, Wendy. This is no fair."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe fair's not the right word. But you still need me loose. We can't both be tied up."

With a sigh, she came around behind him and started worrying the knot on the rope binding his wrists and ankles together. As she worked it loose and he straightened his legs in relief, she hooked her own legs around his head and started passing the loop of her legs down his body.

"Wendy, what are you doing?"

Twisting, she made him lie on his back. Her ankles were crossed under his lower back, and he had to prop himself up with his elbows behind him to get more comfortable. Sitting now on his stomach, she slowly slid a little further back, towards his crotch.

"You're not untying me, are you?"

She grinned and shook her head, feeling behind her for his penis. With an effort she raised herself up and over it, and guided it up into her. He closed his eyes as she began rocking in a gentle rhythm on his hips, and he could feel himself growing to fill her more completely.

"You'll untie me afterwards, huh?"

Her own eyes closed, sighing softly to herself, she shrugged.

He stopped asking.

NEXT ....contd Chappter 6
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After - Part 5

By Ero-Tales

David wanted to lay on the ground next to her, holding her tightly against him, but an overpowering thirst together with hunger pangs told him he'd better see to some more basic needs first. There was still plenty of food left, all of it too hot to be pleasant. He pulled the sack out into the shade of the floater, along with the bottled water.

"You want some of this, or go down to that little creek?" Wendy looked towards the small shaded grove that hid the rippling brook, looked back at him and jerked her head in that direction. He gathered a few baby-food bottles and a little food for himself, and helped her to her feet.

"You want to get there yourself? I can carry you if you want." She looked as exhausted as he felt. She leaned towards him and nuzzled his shoulder, which he took to mean, oh, alright, you can carry me just this once.

"Um. . ." His hands were already full. "Here, you take a few of these bottles." He pressed them into her hands, and gathered her in his arms, staggering a little in fatigue as he carried her into the trees and carefully down the short slope to the creek. His intention was to set her down in the creek itself. As soon as her feet touched the water, though, she squeaked and pulled her feet up quickly, almost causing him to drop her as her weight shifted. He stood her on the damp earth just beyond the reach of the water, and reached down to feel the water. It was very cool, almost cold. He didn't know where it was coming from, but runoff from the mountains seemed possible. At any rate it was pretty obvious why she didn't want to sit in it. By this time she had laid down on her side parallel to the edge of the water, and was wriggling closer, eventually thrusting her face into the current to take a mouthful of cold water, gulping with difficulty around the gag. He could see this was another thing she wanted to do herself; shrugging, he knelt next to the water and took a drink himself. The coolness spread slowly through his limbs, and in the pleasure of the moment began to feel for the first time that survival was not only possible, but even desirable.

He sat afterwards with his legs around her feeding her lunch, or breakfast, whatever it was, and had his own after that. The exhaustion of their earlier efforts and a night of little sleep caught up with both of them, and he curled himself around her as they lay back against the muddy bank, and grew less conscious of the hushed swishing of leaves and quizzical twittering of birds, as they drifted to sleep and the rest of the morning passed.

* * *

"Hey! Anybody out there?"

David jerked awake, a little surprised at finding his nose buried between Wendy's breasts after a dream in which people he knew had one by one inexplicably disappeared. He held her tightly against him to make sure she, too, didn't disappear, and felt her stir sleepily against him as the voice called out again.

"Whose floater?"

He felt Wendy stiffen in surprise, so no, he wasn't imagining it. He quietly untangled himself from her and put his finger to his lips. She cocked her head at him and rolled her eyes, opening her lips briefly against the gag, as if to say, you idiot, what was I going to say anyway?

He patted her and whispered, "I'm sorry," and crept up towards the top of the bank to try to catch sight of whoever was doing the yelling. A woman was standing by the floater, her back to it, turning her head to survey the horizon. She was dressed in faded denim shorts, a white T-shirt with a brown vest and a back-pack, her long brown hair parted in the middle, her legs unusually muscular. From where David was she looked about 30 or so, and looked understandably puzzled that a floater should be sitting in the middle of nowhere for no obvious reason. He was hesitant to present himself, since his shorts were, as usual lately, back in the floater. He cursed himself for leaving the door standing open again, and the keys in it. He couldn't see any vehicle she might have arrived in, and from her rumpled, sweat-streaked look she had probably been walking. If she couldn't find anybody to go with the floater she would undoubtedly decide, reasonably enough, that it was hers. Hell, he decided, she's old enough to have seen a few naked men before. At least, he found, he wouldn't be approaching her with a hard-on. He'd had one just a minute ago, and wasn't completely sure what had become of it, but there did seem to be something about the woman that reversed the natural flow of his male anatomy.

He slowly climbed to the top of the slope and stood. The woman's head jerked towards him at the movement, and her jaw dropped, as she looked away for a moment and then back towards him.
"This yours?" she asked, indicating the floater behind her.

"Yeah. Is there a problem? You live around here?"

"No. Been out hiking a few days."

Neither made a move to get any closer, and the conversation took place at about a 30-foot distance. If there was some kind of camp nearby with lots of people around, David imagined it would be nice to know where it was, so he could decide whether to join it or avoid it. Maybe he could get some clothes and get Wendy loose.

"You out looking for other survivors?"

The woman looked puzzled. "Survivors? Of what? That earthquake? How bad was it?"

David shook his head in wonder. Could she have been so completely out of contact that she didn't even know?

"You know about the war, don't you?"

"War? Here? Don't look like a war to me."

His incredulity beat his sensitivity to his voicebox.

"Well, you ought to see what's left of the city if you don't think it looks like a war. Those were bombs, not earthquakes." His voice shook as he remembered everything he'd been trying to forget.

"Probably not much left of North America."

She glared at him. "You're bullshitting. There's never going to be a war. That's all scare talk."

He shook his head again. "You got a cellphone?"

She snorted in disgust. "Damn thing's broken. Can't get anything on it anymore."

"It's not broken. There's nobody to call anymore. It's. . ." It finally sank into him that he was telling someone that everyone she'd been close to was dead. Hell, though, what did it matter, it was too big to grasp anyway. He knew he didn't believe it yet himself.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why're you saying such crap? You a Canuck spy or something?"

He threw his hands up. "Look, I don't know how to prove it to you. You'll find out eventually. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For whatever you're going to go though. It won't be fun, finding out. I'm sorry, that's all."

He looked towards his right, in the direction he thought the city was from there. There was no smoke rising anymore, so he wasn't sure.

"You alone?"

David's mind tried to short-circuit the reflex that made him look behind him, failed.

"Somebody back there?" She suddenly pulled a knife out of a sheath at her belt he hadn't noticed.

"Come out where I can see you, whoever you are."

"What's the knife for? Nobody here's going to hurt you."

"Yeah, right. You're standing there talking like a crazy Canuck and somebody else is hiding in the trees, and I'm supposed to think we're all friends here. Come out!"

David hoped Wendy had the sense to stay out of sight, maybe get a little further downstream. He cautiously crept closer to the woman, whose attention was still on the trees. At a closer view she seemed a little older, maybe 35. The woman froze, apparently sensing some movement in front of her.

"You, right there. Stop!"

David felt his stomach churn as he waited for the other shoe to drop. He and the woman both crept forward, approaching the creek bed from different angles. Watching her intently, he saw her jaw drop, followed by a nearly breathless
"Holy shit!"

The woman whirled on David.

"You ARE a Canuck! You got a woman prisoner down there in chains." She glanced back towards Wendy, squinting, then back towards David.

"For God's sake, she's naked too. What was you doing, raping her when I came along?"

She edged closer, brandishing the knife, the edge traveling in tiny circles. David held his hands outward, open palms towards her.

"It's not like that! Wait! Look, you can see I don't have a weapon, so you can afford to give me time to explain, right?" He crept backward, trying to stand his ground yet still somehow manage to maintain most of the distance between them. She stopped, uncertainly, glancing back at Wendy once more, who was standing, trying to hop up the steep slope of the bank by the creek. David started towards her as she lost her balance and fell heavily to her knees, and stopped at a motion from the woman.

"Okay, I bet this'd be worth hearing. Start talking."

He took a deep breath.

"It's all true, what I was telling you. The city got bombed a couple of days ago. Maybe a lot of other places, too. There's a few survivors, not many. Just some of us who were lucky," he grimaced inwardly, "if that's what you want to call it. I walked around a long time, and then I heard Wendy crying for help. She and her boyfriend had been. . . well, I guess this was how they had fun. You know."

He searched her eyes for some sort of understanding. At least now she looked puzzled, which was an improvement over murderous rage.

"So you just decided to keep her that way?"

"Look, I don't think you get what it's like yet. You can't just go out to your garage or the hardware store and get some tools. The toolbox is gone. The garage is gone. The hardware store is gone. Do you get what I'm saying?"

David himself was starting to get a feeling for the enormity of it. I'd better stop talking about this, he thought.

"I've been trying to get her loose .I even got part of it undone. She was worse off that this to begin with. But I haven't found anything I can do with all that metal stuff. What am I supposed to use, my bare hands?"

He looked back towards Wendy, who had wriggled up the bank on her side and was now working herself upright against a tree. He thought about helping her, but realized his only hope of convincing the woman would be if Wendy came over to him spontaneously, as if she wanted to be with him. It had to look like it was all her idea. He tried to somehow pass the thought to her telepathically. He could see the woman struggling with her doubts. One more bit of evidence might help.

"Has your phone been out of order the whole time, or just since. . . well, when did it stop working?"

"Um, yeah, it was working a couple of days ago. I tried calling some friends yesterday. Never got a signal."

She closed her eyes and looked down. Wendy started hopping towards them now. The woman looked up at the sound, and motioned her over to her, but Wendy shook her head and hopped to David's side. As he put his arms around her and she nestled her head against his shoulder, the woman finally seemed to relax. At least until the thought completed itself.
"You mean, it's all true? Bomb, war, everything?" She seemed on the verge of tears.

David just nodded. The woman sat abruptly, her face buried in her hands. David took the opportunity to look Wendy over.
"How you feeling? Did you hurt yourself back there? Any cuts or anything?" He reached down to brush off the mud caked on her shins.

"Do you want to sit down?" She shrugged, and finally nodded.

"Let's go over to that tree. I'll help you when we get there."

He knew by now she'd at least want to travel there under her own power. He could hear her hopping behind him, and turned when he reached the tree to help her sit. She shook her head and leaned back against the trunk, letting her hands slip slowly downward until at last she was sitting, leaning back against it. He joined her next to the trunk, and looked again at their visitor.

"Can I do anything for you? We've got a little food, if you're hungry."

The woman raised her head and took a deep breath, obviously making an effort to appear as if she'd weathered the storm. In a voice a little too loud, she said, "No, I'm fine. Got a lot of stuff with me here." She jiggled her backpack.

"Um. . . say! In that case, maybe you could help us. You got anything in there that would cut through these handcuffs?"

"Lemme check." She shrugged off the pack and started picking through it. After a minute she nodded and pulled something out.

"Would this help? Best I can do, I think." She held a nail file out towards David. He came over and took it, looking it over skeptically.

"Maybe. I'll see if I can do anything with it." He brought it back and showed it to Wendy.

"What do you want me to start on? Feet, hands, or mouth?"

She thought a moment, then bobbed her head, thrusting her jaw towards him, seeming to indicate the gag.

"Yeah, I was thinking that, too. That's the one thing that's really getting in the way the most; it's been hard getting enough food and water into you. Okay, sit still, let me see what I can do." He spent a minute examining the links of the chain running along her cheek. They all seemed about the same thickness. He shrugged and picked one, and carefully started sawing with the file across the outer surface of the tiny loop of metal. He had to avoid jabbing her face with the sharp point of the file, so each back-and-forth motion didn't cover any great distance. It was obviously going to take awhile, if it worked at all. As he worked, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the woman had stretched herself out on the ground, using her backpack as a pillow. She seemed to be shaking her head slightly and mumbling to herself.

After about 15 minutes, his muscles were starting to ache from sitting hunched in one position. He paused to examine his work. The link was now displaying a roughened, flat shiny surface. He sighed in exasperation; at this rate it would take at least another hour. Meanwhile, the upper portion of the file was being rubbed smooth.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm kind of wrecking your file. Should I stop?"

"It's okay?"

She just waved again. Shrugging, he went back to work, using the lower, still-rough surface of the file. After another 20 minutes or so, Wendy shifted as if she just had to move the muscles that were aching from sitting so patiently in one position. She looked at him with a questioning expression and jerked her eyes in the direction of the link he had been working on.

"Let me look again." At a rough guess he thought he might be halfway through. He tested the link with his fingers, trying to see if there was any give that might be encouraged into a break. He carefully thrust the file into the loop and gave it a twist. Nothing yielded, and Wendy grunted and glared at him.

"Sorry. I don't know, maybe another half-hour. Except. . ." He examined the file critically. "I don't think this is going to get us there. The whole thing is starting to get worn smooth. I don't even think it's been doing anything the last few minutes."

Her arm across her eyes, the woman just waved the other one in a dismissive gesture.

He broke off as Wendy squeaked in alarm, her eyes wide viewing something beyond his shoulder. He turned in time to see a backpack swing towards his head. In the split second of consciousness after it struck, he relived the instant of the explosion.
His head ached as he slowly swam back towards consciousness. The thought of the bomb remained with him; that and the confusion of his limbs not functioning the way he wanted them to. The woman was just putting the finishing touches on a knot that left him hogtied on the ground. His field of vision was filled with a slanted horizon and the woman's backpack laying in front of him. Must have had rope in it for rock-climbing or something, he thought, as he jerked against the bonds and twisted onto his side.

She slapped him, mumbling, "Now you know what it feels like. Doing that to a poor little girl."

He spat grass out of his mouth. "I told you I found her like that. You saw me trying to cut through the gag."

"First time I saw you was when you was coming back from raping her. You just now was threatening her with that knife. Loved scaring her, didn't you? You men are all the same. Bet you had a Rape and Pillage class back in Toronto."

"I am NOT CANADIAN, damn it. And it was a file, not a knife, and you gave it to me. Look, you saw she wanted to be with me, didn't you?" About 30 feet beyond her he could see Wendy struggling to get to her feet against the trunk of the tree. The woman must have dragged him over here to get him away from Wendy.

"Guy raped me with a knife once. I swore I'd get him back someday. Never found him, but you'll do." She patted her own knife in its sheath. His entire skin surface felt as if tiny electric currents were traveling over it. This lady was functioning in a different reality now, he knew. Within minutes she'd probably be confusing him with *her* rapist.

Wendy took her first hops towards them. The woman heard her and turned, started walking towards her.

"You come with me, honey. He can't hurt you anymore. . . WHOA!" She backed away from Wendy hurriedly. As she moved out of the line of sight between him and Wendy, David could see Wendy had turned her back towards the woman and was waving the file back and forth at about waist level. The woman was circling her slowly, presenting her hands towards her, empty palms forward.

"I don't mean to hurt you, sweetie. We're both on the same team. Let's go over to the floater and get you tucked away, then I'll take care of this guy."

Wendy, watching her over her shoulder, managed to keep her balance as she turned with little hops to keep her back towards the woman, holding the file menacingly. As the woman continued to circle, Wendy now started to hop towards David, getting herself between him and the woman. The woman stood with her hands on her hips now, a somewhat glazed look in her eyes. David hoped her reality was shifting in some less dangerous direction. She took a few tentative steps forward, as Wendy continued retreating towards David. About five feet from him, she stumbled and fell heavily to her knees with a squeak of alarm, but held onto the file and continued pointing it at the woman. She shuffled the remaining distance towards David on her knees, clearly ready to hold a defensive position there for as long as it took.

The woman began circling again, and Wendy twisted on her knees to keep the file pointed at her. The woman shook her head, her eyes closed. Finally she said softly, "That's a good idea, honey. You watch him and make sure he doesn't get loose. I'll drive into town. I've got friends there who can help you." David sighed with relief and exasperation. The immediate danger was past, but they seemed to be about to lose the floater. He wondered what she'd do at her next reality check, when she saw the city. Probably explain it away somehow. People only ever believe what they want to, damn it.

He watched as she walked around the driver's side of the floater, glared at him and said, "I'll get you later, asshole."

The rush of the engine sprayed gravel and knocked over the grocery bag standing next to the floater as she slammed it into gear and the vehicle hissed away back towards the road. Wendy rolled to her side, finally, her eyes closed, breathing in audible heaves.

He struggled with the ropes a few minutes, and finally said, "Um. . . Wendy?"

"Hmm?"

"I could use a little help here."

She looked at him, and a tiny giggle escaped her lips. She smiled "Hmm-mmm."

"Come on, Wendy. This is no fair."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe fair's not the right word. But you still need me loose. We can't both be tied up."

With a sigh, she came around behind him and started worrying the knot on the rope binding his wrists and ankles together. As she worked it loose and he straightened his legs in relief, she hooked her own legs around his head and started passing the loop of her legs down his body.

"Wendy, what are you doing?"

Twisting, she made him lie on his back. Her ankles were crossed under his lower back, and he had to prop himself up with his elbows behind him to get more comfortable. Sitting now on his stomach, she slowly slid a little further back, towards his crotch.

"You're not untying me, are you?"

She grinned and shook her head, feeling behind her for his penis. With an effort she raised herself up and over it, and guided it up into her. He closed his eyes as she began rocking in a gentle rhythm on his hips, and he could feel himself growing to fill her more completely.

"You'll untie me afterwards, huh?"

Her own eyes closed, sighing softly to herself, she shrugged.

He stopped asking.

NEXT ....contd Chappter 6
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The day was growing a little cooler as the sun wandered west. David continued sticking with back roads, and at least 20 minutes passed without his catching sight of another soul. There didn't seem to be any damage out here; the absence of people may have reflected a general desire to get out of range of the spreading radioactive cloud, if possible.

He had wanted to put as much distance as he could between himself and any potential pursuit by the duly constituted authorities in the form of the sheriff, assuming Sam could get in contact with him, but hunger pangs started forcing him to look for a place to stop. Beside him, the girl had been quiet, occasionally squirming briefly in her seat to get a little more comfortable. He had put the top up again, knowing she still probably didn't want to be seen from the road.

A buzzing from the dashboard called his attention to the power level, which until then he hadn't really paid attention to. He saw with alarm the floater was nearly out of power. He had no idea where the nearest store or charging station might be, but it didn't look like he could get to one.

As if to mock his concern, the floater picked that moment to expire. He coasted off the road, his attention drawn to a small, pretty clearing off to the right. The floater sank to its auxiliary wheels and rolled silently to a stop in the clearing, surrounded by tall, leafy trees that whispered in the now-quiet afternoon, sheltering the vehicle from view from the road.

"We're out of power, for now. I hope this guy has an emergency cell somewhere in here. The law says he's got to, but I don't know if that'd mean anything to him. But anyway. . . you hungry?"

She nodded her head emphatically, with a sigh.

He opened the doors on either side, and as the floater cooled in the cross-breeze he reached into the back and started picking through the scattered bottles and other edibles. "Um, you know, I. . . well, I wanted to thank you for what you did back there. Do you. . . ah, do you show yourself off like that pretty often?"

Her eyes widened as her lips curled upwards around the gag, and she seemed close to laughing as she shook her head. He smiled back at her, and fished a selection of three tiny bottles from behind the seat. "What do you think about strained peas, apricot, or mixed fruit?"

She wrinkled her nose and inclined her head towards the fruit bottle. As he opened it he suddenly wondered just how to feed it to her. He hadn't gotten any spoons, and he couldn't have easily gotten a spoon into her mouth anyway. Meanwhile she rose to her knees on the seat, put her hands over the back of the seat behind her and pointed towards the water bottle.

"Yeah, you're thirsty, I know. But I don't have any drinking cups here, and if I tried to pour it straight down your throat out of that bottle we'd probably lose most of it. Look, after you finish the. . ." he didn't want to call it baby food, "the fruit, we can start using the empty bottle as a drinking glass, okay?"

She sighed and nodded. He dipped a finger into the mushy fruit mixture, and carefully slipped his finger into the side of her mouth, down the side of the gag. "You getting any?" She swallowed with effort and nodded, ready for more.

He gradually fed her the whole bottle that way, then poured some water into the bottle, not wasting any trying to rinse it out, and gradually took the edge off her thirst before asking her, "Want another bottle?" She nodded towards the stewed apricots this time, and he slowly fed it to her. She eventually decided strained peas didn't sound so bad either.

"Still hungry?" He wanted to save the remaining baby food, not sure when he could get more. "Want some bread?"

He thought he could break it into pieces small enough to swallow. She nodded, and he fed her three slices in tiny bits before she finally sat back, apparently satisfied.

He gave her one more drink of water before making himself a meal out of peanuts, a couple of apples and some bread. As he ate she lay her head in his lap, closing her eyes and giggling as his stomach rumbled.

The light was fading as he finished. She roused herself from her snuggle within his lap, and looked around for a moment. Before he quite realized what she was doing she sat up, put her feet out of the floater and on the ground, and awkwardly stood up, swaying slightly, trying to keep her balance. She tried for a moment to walk forward, able only to slide each foot barely two inches ahead of the other, before realizing she could make much better progress hopping.

She took a couple of tentative bounces away from the floater, stopping and swaying again.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He was stunned at the thought she might be trying to get away for some reason. She looked towards him and pointed towards her crotch in a gesture he'd seen before. Evidently she needed another potty break.

"Wait up. I'll help you." She shook her head as she looked ahead once more to try to resume her progress, waving him away with a short hand gesture, still concentrating on staying upright. Obviously she wanted to try to do it herself.

He hesitated. He didn't like the idea of her getting out of his sight, as she probably intended to do. He realized that the loss of her privacy and all ability to take care of herself had to be getting to her, and by now it wouldn't be surprising if she was desperate to reassert some sort of adult-ness and take back some responsibility for herself. He felt a lot of sympathy for what she was trying to do, at the same time afraid of what sort of disasters it could lead to. She was about ten feet away now, nearly to the closest trees.

Everything male in him responded to the sight, as the naked girl hopped carefully away, her hands held out somewhat stiffly behind her in the handcuffs as she used them for balance, while everything protective in him shouted at him not to let her do this. He nearly ran over to catch her, and suddenly a feeling washed through his mind of what it would be like -- what it would really feel like to be her right now. Probably only a tenth as strong as it really did feel to her, but enough to send his mind reeling. He knew he had to let her do it.

"Ten minutes, okay? Then I'm going to come bring you back."

She had reached a tree by now and was leaning against it, looking back towards him. She shook her head again.

"Come on, you don't really expect me to sit here forever not worrying about whether anything happened to you. Okay, 15, all right?" She hesitated, and finally nodded, turning away once more. A few more hops took her around the tree and out of his view.

He wished she could have done this earlier. The light was nearly gone by now, the sky a deep, royal purple. After about ten minutes he stood outside the floater, straining his eyes in the direction he'd last seen her, trying to pick up signs of movement. He closed the door on the far side but left the near one open; the power in the fuel cell was insufficient to run the engine, but there was still plenty of juice to run the dome and dashboard lights, which now stayed on as the door remained open. He was about to leave the floater to go out there and find her, and leaving the lights on was the only way he'd find his way back. Just five minutes more, he thought to himself, just before hearing a muffled, alarmed grunt and a crashing sound. Shouting "No!" he sprinted for the trees, having to slow as soon as he entered the woods when he lost the light completely. He shuffled ahead, calling out, "You okay? You need to make some noise so I can find you. You out there?" He considered using the floater's headlights, but it wasn't facing the right way and he couldn't turn it.

"Say something please. Please?" Finally she hummed from a little ahead and below. Feeling ahead with his foot he discovered the ground dropped off in front of him, he couldn't tell how far. She hummed again, maybe ten feet away now, and he sat and felt his way down a gentle slope towards the sound. His eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness, and he could just make her out, her white skin reflecting a sliver of moonlight as she lay back, upright against the side of the small gully they were in, the wall slanted at about a 45-degree angle. The rippling sounds of a tiny brook came to him from a little farther below. He slid the rest of the way down and impulsively put his arms around her.

"You all right? Are you hurt anywhere?" She grunted non-committally and he knew he needed to be a little more specific. He patted her feet, her shins. "Does that hurt? That? What about here?" She responded negatively each time. He let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Sliding his hands along her back, he pulled her gently away from the ground to look for possible scrapes. There didn't seem to be any bad ones in the dim light. He continued his inventory. "This hurt?" He felt her chin, cheeks, forehead.

His head was close to hers. She leaned towards him and nuzzled his neck with the top of her head. He kissed her cheek, smiling as he asked, "That hurt?" She giggled as she said, "Hmm-mm." She wriggled a little closer to him.

He bent down a little farther and kissed her breast. "That hurt?" He let his hands wander down her body, rubbing her butt, letting his fingers explore her bush, each finger slipping momentarily inside her like children taking turns peeking into a wet, warm cave.

"That hurt?" In response she turned slightly, putting her manacled hands within reach of his thigh. She stroked it gently with a fingertip.

He licked her neck as he slowly moved to put first one leg between hers, then the other. As he cupped her butt in his hands she lifted her legs and drew them tightly around him. He pressed his body against hers, inside her now, his upper body fully pressed against hers, feeling their hearts alternating beats, her breasts crushed firmly against his chest. With each thrust against her, she was more firmly cradled in the soft earth of the gully. Not able to kiss him or hold him in her arms, she expressed herself in the rhythmic tightening of her legs around him until they shook together in an explosion that seemed no less atomic than the one that had brought them together.

He let them both slide a little farther down the slope, still coupled with her, until they were on level ground and, with his arms around her, they slept.

* * *

He woke first, feeling the chill, hearing her sleep-breathing next to his ear.

Tapping gently at her shoulder, he whispered, "Hey. We ought to get back to the floater. It'd be warmer in there."

She yawned and stretched, cat-like, her arms straight out behind her. As he sat up she struggled to do the same, shaking her head at his offer of help. The moon, nearly down to the horizon now, shone in her face and he could see the smile as she succeeded in sitting upright next to him.

"It's funny, I don't even know your name. This isn't something I'm really in the habit of, you know, sleeping with girls I don't know."

Her eyes grew wide as she grunted suddenly, and slid a little ways forward, turning her back towards him. Somehow he thought he'd offended her, but understood as she reached back and traced the letter W on his chest. He said it out loud, and she nodded, going on to trace an E, followed by N, D, Y.

"Wendy? You're Wendy?" She turned back towards him and smiled, nodding again.

"So hi, then, Wendy. I'm David. Maybe I told you that, I don't remember."

She quirked her eyebrows at him in a gesture that had a greeting quality to it.

"Let's go back. Here, I'll help." He doubted she could getup out of the gully on her own, as much as she might want to. He gathered her in his arms and started backing awkwardly up the walls of the gully. He had to set her down and rest as he got up to level ground, then started to pick her up again. She shook her head and backed away from him.

"Look, I know you want to make it on your own, but -- I'm sorry, look what happened the last time. There's less light now than there was then."

The moon was nearly down to the horizon by now. She sighed plaintively and continued shaking her head.

He sighed himself. "Okay, I'll help you stand up, anyway. Just be sure and follow my path exactly on the way back."

She nodded, and he helped her up. He felt his way carefully through the trees, looking back whenever he could to make sure she was hopping right behind him. He wished, for several reasons, there was more light, not the least of which was that he wanted a better view of her breasts and the rest of her naked body as she tried to move as well as she could in the chains. Ahead, he could just make out the outline of the floater, no longer putting out any light: after hours of heroic effort, the last of the available electricity had finally given out, not even able to keep the dome light glowing. He'd have to start looking for that spare fuel cell in the morning. The last sliver of moonlight disappeared now, and he had to direct himself from memory of where the floater had been. He reached behind him and took her by the elbow. She allowed him to guide her direction, probably realizing he would have done so even if she could walk. He felt ahead with his hands and nearly stumbled into the floater anyway.

"I'll get in and move the seat up. We. . ."

Even though he felt the answer should be obvious, he hesitated to ask whether she wanted them to sleep together, in the back seat. As independent as she seemed to be getting, he wasn't sure he wanted to take anything for granted. He shrugged invisibly and got in to adjust the seat. He heard a sudden squeak of alarm and jumped as the door slammed closed immediately afterward. She must have lost her balance and fallen against the door.

"Wendy? You okay?"

He heard a resigned, muffled "Mmm-hmm" from about ground level outside the floater.

He tried to open the door, and it seemed stuck. The door on the other side wasn't working either. The window toggles had no effect on the windows.

As he struggled with the mechanisms, slowly it sank into him that they shouldn't be called, purely, mechanisms. They were electronic, damn it! The days of car doors and windows with physical mechanisms running the through the door panels were as long gone as engine cranks and internal combustion; to outward appearance they looked the same as the old 20th-century cars, but electronic gadgetry had made floaters a lot harder to break into.

He knew about the legendary wire coat-hanger strategy of entering locked vehicles, but you had to find a pretty ancient vehicle these days to try that on. And even if your floater ran out of power, it still had plenty enough juice to run the auxiliary features like lights, windows, and doors.

Unless you were a total idiot and ran the fuel cell stone dead.

David seethed inwardly, consequences rushing into his head like late guests to a party. At least his head pounded like there was a hell of a party going on in there somewhere.

He wished he'd been invited, instead of being stuck here in. . .Concentrate! How do I get out of here? He could feel the floater rock gently as Wendy slowly struggled to get back upright outside. God, what do I tell her?

"Wendy? Can you hear me?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Look, I. . . well, I can't open the door right now. It works electronically, and there's no electricity. It's probably only two or three hours till sunrise," judging from the moon. . . they'd slept most of the night away already…"and I can get the doors open then. I need to look in the owner's manual, but there's no way to see it right now. We'll be okay in the morning, but. . .do you think you'll be okay out there for a little while?"

Through the door he could hear her increasingly agitated breathing. Claiming a little independence for herself was one thing, but with no access to him, she was alone in the dark, miles from anywhere, naked and chained, more helpless than ever. She whimpered a little with each exhalation, gradually a little louder each time, close to panic.

"Wendy, Wendy, listen! We'll be okay, it's just a couple of hours, I swear! We'll just rest for awhile, and everything'll be okay in the morning. I'll be there for you as long as you need me. Wendy, do you trust me?" He felt like an asshole, asking for her trust when he was lying through his teeth, having no idea whether things were going to be okay and no plan of what to do in the morning, but it seemed automatic to give first priority to reassuring her, getting her calmed down.

Slowly she did seem to quiet down. "Wendy, I'm going to try to get a little rest myself. I'll be right here, just a few feet away. You get some sleep too. Okay?"

He listened for her response. At last she grunted, "Mmm-hmm," and he felt a slight rocking again as she let herself down the side of the floater. He leaned back in the seat, staring in whatever direction that was where his sightless eyes happened to be looking, and tried to empty his mind.

He wasn't sure whether he slept. With nothing to hear or see, it was pretty hard keeping tabs on his consciousness.

After some timeless time, the horizon to his left pinked, and as the light grew he looked out to see where Wendy was. She must be a more trusting person than he felt was fully justified; he really had managed to talk her into a calmness that made sleep possible, and she lay now on the ground next to the floater, curled in a half-fetal position, her upper body slightly twisted so she could rest her head on her shoulder. Quietly, not wanting to wake her until he knew what to tell her to do, he opened the glove compartment and fished around in it for the manual.

He flipped through the pages, and his lips twisted in a snarl as his eyes focussed first on a warning printed in red: "DO NOT LET FUEL CELL RUN DOWN COMPLETELY!" A lot of good the warning had done him, and he felt like driving straight to the factory and giving a lot of shit to the engineers. The fact that the factory was probably a smoldering ruin by now gave him a mild satisfaction.

According to the manual, there was a small compartment in the trunk for the spare fuel cell. His stomach tightened as he wondered whether there was any way to get into the trunk. He fumbled with the trunk release under the dashboard, and, contrary to all expectations, he heard the trunk latch click as the trunk slowly opened. Apparently the designers were less concerned with trunk security than making the passenger compartment fast against unauthorized attack.

Beside the car Wendy stirred at the sudden noise. She stretched groggily and slowly maneuvered into a sitting position. *She* could replace the damned fuel cell, if he could get the hood opened as well as the trunk. He pulled the release, and the hood slowly opened on its front-mounted hinge. His spirits rose. Well, it was up to her now, if he could talk her through it. He felt thirsty, but didn't want to take a drink in front of her if he couldn't get any to her. The inside of the floater was beginning to warm, and he realized with a start that he was in more danger than she was -- with the sunlight starting to stream in, it was going to get unbearably hot inside the closed-up floater in very little time, probably less than an hour. He futilely tried the doors again, the windows, the retractable roof, anything that might let him out of his prison. If there was some way he could get himself out, it wasn't obvious to him.

She heard him now and twisted to look expectantly at him.

"Wendy, could you do something for me? Look in the trunk and see if you see. . . wait, let me show you this. See the picture, here?" He pressed the page of the manual against the window. She leaned her back against the side of the floater and worked herself up to a standing position, then looked in intently at the photograph on display.

"Look for a compartment in the floor of the trunk that looks like that, this little door here. Okay?" She nodded and hopped back towards the rear. He called out after her, "When you open it up, bring back the fuel cell inside it. I'll tell you what to do with it after that." He could hear her start to rummage around in that junk-filled trunk. He held his breath: if the jack-ass who owned this floater didn't carry a damned spare. . .

He could feel the rear of the floater depress as she sat in the trunk, still trying to clear the floor enough to spot the little compartment that supposedly carried the spare. Finally she hopped back around to the front, triumphantly displaying the flat energy-pack behind her. Vehicle propulsion having come a long way, what was now referred to as a "fuel cell" would probably have been called a "battery" in the old days, but it would have been hard for a visitor from the 20th century to reconcile the difference between what he thought of as a battery and what served the purpose these days -- almost infinitely rechargeable, producing an order of magnitude more chemical energy than anything of a similar size would have been capable of a generation ago. David marveled at the human ability to figure out how to make things work and then make them work better. And then cursed the same humans who never did find a way to keep from blowing each other to bits. Well, he thought, maybe we'll all be replaced by an improved version of the human animal. The present breed is obsolete. Like internal combustion.

"Okay now, look at the engine, and look for the fuel cell. It looks just like that one you're holding, and it's up at the top on the near side, with cables attached at both ends. See it?"

He waited as she hopped towards the front and peered into the engine, afterwards looking back at him and nodding. She seemed puzzled by something, but merely looked at him steadily now. "Okay, you'll need to unscrew the cables on the one in the engine and attach them to the one you're holding." Her puzzlement started spreading into alarm now. She hopped back towards him, pointing from behind her back towards him and then the engine. She was willing to be helpful, but drew the line at messing with an engine. She must not have ever done anything like that before. She tried the door handle now, turning towards him afterwards with a pleading look.

"Wendy, I really am stuck in here. I can't get out until after you replace the fuel cell." He'd thought she understood that, but maybe she had been shying away from full comprehension of the idea. He looked again at the engine, and it became easier to see the reason for her resistance to the idea of doing it herself. The fuel cell was about a third of the way across the engine, easily in reach of anybody who had their hands free -- but it wasn't easy to see how she was going to get to it. At the least she was going to have to climb into the engine and sit on it.

"I'll talk you through it. I'll be right here, and I can see what you're doing." The inside of the floater was continuing to get warmer. He could feel beads of sweat starting to form under his hairline. She was looking back and forth between him and the engine. Taking a deep breath, she finally hopped back towards the front, and settled back with her back towards the engine, her butt resting on the fender. She used her hands to lift herself up and sit on the fender, looking uncertainly at the power plant behind her and back towards him for instructions and reassurance.

"You're doing great, hon. Can you reach the cell from there?" She leaned back and let her fingers walk their way carefully along the upper surfaces of the engine, towards the fuel cell and the cable on the near side leading into it.

"Turn it counterclockwise. Is it turning?" He could see her grimacing, evidently having trouble unscrewing the cable. Inside it was continuing to get hotter. Droplets of sweat were starting to run down his face.

Suddenly, with a grin of satisfaction, she displayed the loose cable.

"Great! Okay, the other one now." The other lead to the fuel cell was on the far side. She tried to stretch her arms back towards it but it was just out of reach as long as she was sitting on the fender.

"Move farther in. It's okay, you can sit on the engine. You won't hurt anything. It's just a little grimy, but we can wash you off later." At least it wasn't one of those 20th-century combustion engines, with so many more moving parts. The floater's engine, though, left a gap between itself and the fenders on the side. Leaving the replacement cell perched on the fender, she carefully shifted her weight back onto her hands and let her butt slide off the fender towards the upper surface of the engine. There was no comfortable place to sit between the edge of the engine and the cable.

"Wendy, move on past it and sit on the other side. That'll be easier." As he watched, she slid a little further back, bringing her feet over to the engine now, and carefully scrunched herself to get turned around. She maneuvered herself to sit just in front of the fuel cell, and started working on the cable. This one seemed to have been screwed on even tighter than the other. She stopped several times to rub her raw fingers, trying various surfaces on her fingers and palms to loosen the connection. As the minutes went by, David could feel butterflies getting loose in his stomach, practicing their dive-bombing techniques. His entire body was covered in a slick sheen of perspiration, and he was feeling a little lightheaded. If he didn't get out of here soon. . .All he needed was a little damned electricity running through the wires! There's got to be some way. . . hey! Maybe this would work.

"Wait, stop. I think connecting the cells in series would work. Connect the positive pole of the new cell to the cable you got loose, and then touch the terminals of the two cells together. See what I'm saying?" Uncertainly, she shook her head.

"Look, just get the other cell. I'll tell you one step at a time." She looked behind her at the replacement cell still lying on the fender. She slid back a little towards it, reaching back for it. It was a long stretch, and she couldn't slide much farther back. He was about to suggest she turn around again and move towards it feet-first. She managed to lean far enough back, finally, to reach the fender. It appeared that just at that moment her butt slipped slightly on the uneven surface, and she instinctively brought her hands towards her slightly to steady herself. Her fingers lost their grip on the fender and her hands and arms slipped downward into the gap between the engine and the fender, as she fell back on her back and her head cracked hard against the fender.

"Wendy! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you look at me?" Her head turned slowly towards him, her eyes brimming with tears of pain. She jerked suddenly, and again. It looked like she was trying to sit up, but her handcuffs were caught on something down below. He tried to get a view of what the trouble was, pushing his face against the windshield and moving around to find some place where he could see down where her hands were, but they were just out of sight. She was jerking more frantically, almost convulsively, close to panic.

"Wendy, stop! Just freeze. Do you hear me? I can help you get out of it, but you've got to stop moving around. Listen, listen to me!"

He hesitated before plunging on. "Wendy, I could die in here if you don't stop."

That did it, finally; she stopped suddenly and looked at him in shock.

"Just take a deep breath. Calm down. Try to look down. Can you see what you're caught on?" Her head turned to the side, she was obviously trying her best to turn it farther, but her hands were well beyond the limits of her peripheral vision. She shook her head, streaked with sweat and tears.

"Okay, stop moving again. Try to relax. I've got a picture of the engine in the manual here. As soon as I see what's down there, I'll tell you how to get loose, okay?" She closed her eyes and he could see she was trying to follow his advice, breathing slowly and deeply. He turned to the page with the picture of the engine. There, that had to be it: the intake valves, through which air entered to be afterwards blown out through the bottom to provide the cushion on which the floater floated, stuck out about seven or eight inches from the base of the engine on either side. She had to be hung up on the one on that side. He tried to look down towards the real one again. It puzzled him that she couldn't just slip the cuffs off the end of it.

"Wendy, just slide your hands back a little ways. You're caught on a pipe that sticks out of the engine. Slide the handcuffs back past the end of it." Her face contorted in pain as she obviously tried to do what he said. Her arms, though, were already held far out from her back at a painful angle, and she couldn't seem to force them back any farther. In the confusion of falling she had gone through a contortion she couldn't voluntarily reproduce.

"Can you slide yourself back a little? Move. . . look where I'm pointing. Move your body back that way." His shorts were on the seat next to him, and he used them to wipe his eyes to keep the sweat out, but it wasn't doing much good. His eyes stung constantly, and he was finding it hard to concentrate on the problem. He could see her flexing and relaxing muscles all over her body, trying to wriggle back towards the fender. He classified it intellectually as incredibly sexy, but he was just too hot to really appreciate it right now. Her head was resting on the fender, but her shoulders were just a little below the edge. She couldn't seem to get them up any higher, and until she got them up over the edge she wasn't going to be able to move in that direction. As he watched he could see her strain her neck muscles, trying to get her shoulders to clear the barrier. But she couldn't get her shoulders up onto the fender until she got her hands loose, and she couldn't get her hands loose until she moved farther back, and she couldn't move farther back until she got her shoulders up.

He swore briefly, and stopped when he decided it was using too much energy. He couldn't imagine which of them was more frustrated: she, because her body was trapped, or he, because he couldn't do anything about it.

"Wendy, I think you're going to have to let your head slip off the fender." She shook her head, wide eyed, obviously terrified of falling head-first into the little crevice.

"It's the only way, Wendy. Do it really slowly. You won't fall in, there's not enough room in there." Was that reassuring? It could be taken either way, he guessed. "You'll be able to slip the handcuffs off the end of the pipe."

Slowly, an inch at a time, she bent her neck and forced her head towards the edge of the fender. Her eyes scrunched so tightly that she must have been seeing stars, her stomach steel-tense with held breath, she let her head skid down off the edge. He could hear her squeal in fear, and immediately her butt slid a few inches back along the engine, and then stopped. Flexing muscles now in her arms, hips, and legs, she squirmed in the opposite direction. She must have got a grip on the valve, he decided, and she's using it to push herself up. Finally, her stomach muscles quivering with the strain, she slowly sat up, and regained a sitting position on the engine, free at last. Or as free as she'd been in the last few days, anyway.

She sat for several minutes, facing away from him, her shoulders heaving as she breathed in great gasps.

"Wendy? You're okay now. We still need to get me out of here." His head was pounding. She turned towards him, giving him a weak smile.

"The other cell, remember? You need to get it and hook it to the cable. Wait, turn around first. Move towards it feet-first." She got herself turned, and in a couple of minutes was back sitting on the fender next to the cell.

"Look at the cell, see the end of it with a plus on it? Screw the cable onto that." Obviously it was hard on the overstretched muscles in her arms and shoulders to lean back once more, to fumble with the cable and, at last, get it attached to the appropriate pole.

"Now, touch the two terminals together. Be careful, there's a lot of power in there." As she brought the terminals in proximity, she was startled by a great sparks that jumped between them, and she immediately jerked them back apart before he could reach the door handle.

"It's going to work! It's going to spark like that, that means it's okay. Put them back together." With one more deep breath, she joined the hissing, sparking terminals. He yanked the door handle and threw his weight against the door, wanting to act before she lost her nerve again, and found himself flying out into the cool, cool outside world.

He lay there, gasping in deep lungfuls of fresh, almost cold-seeming air, then scrambled to his feet and threw his arms around her waist, lifting her off the fender and squeezing the skin of his sweat-soaked body tightly against hers.

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                                                                      After - Part 3
                                                                       By Ero-Tales

He lay on top of her for a long time afterwards, his head next to hers, feeling her nuzzle his ear from time to time. A stomach rumbled, he couldn't tell whose, reminding him of an uncertain future -- where should he look for some food?

She sighed as he pulled his spent cock out of her, and he untangled his legs from her and sat up on the seat beside her, stroking her arm as he said, "We've got to drive around. There's nothing to eat around here. You want to sit in front or in back?"

She thought a moment, and twisted in the seat so he could see her cuffed hands, her finger pointed towards the front of the car. He picked her up and lifted her into the front seat, and walked around the floater to get into the driver's seat next to her. As he started the engine, she nudged him, and made an incomprehensible gesture with her head.

He turned the engine off. He knew the communication problem was frustrating, and he wanted to help her out, but he couldn't think even of a category of questions to ask her. She repeated the gesture, a pleading look in her eyes.

"You want to go back to the pool?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head. She drew her knees up, struggling to get her feet up past the dashboard -- probably would have been a lot easier without her ankles being shackled together -- and straightened her legs upward so that her feet brushed the top of the windshield. She tapped them against the metal frame, and twisted in her seat to look towards the back of the floater, doing her best to repeat the head-gesture again. Finally it clicked.

"Oh, the top! You want me to put the top up. " It should have been obvious. Not many girls would have wanted to ride around naked in an open convertible, especially with the kind of nuts that were probably wandering around out there, spiritual brothers of the owner of this car who'd been about to do God-knows what to her. David searched the dashboard, thinking he'd probably feel better, too, with a little protection between him and the outside world. There, that button there, with the silhouette of an enclosed floater pictured under it. He pushed it, and an electric motor began whirring as a telescoped metal canopy began rising from the back, passing over their heads to eventually lock against the top of the front windshield with a secure-sounding click. A bank of toggles set in the driver's door raised the windows all around. It began getting warmer immediately, but the air-conditioner started taking care of that once he had started the engine.
She grunted again as he put the floater in gear. This time she looked a little embarrassed. She looked at him as if wanting him to guess what she wanted without her having to tell him.

"I don't really have anything I could cover you up with. I'd let you have my shorts, but I can't get them on you. " He hadn't put them back on yet; they lay wadded up on the floor in front of the rear seat.

She shook her head. Rising a little off the seat, she put her hands a little further down behind her butt and tapped her crotch with her index finger. He'd seen that gesture before. He smiled quizzically. "Yeah, I'd like to do it again, but..." He broke off as she rolled her eyes and glared at him. She tapped her crotch again, this time following it with a gesture in which she dropped her fingers downward as she wriggled them.

"Ah! Oh! You need to... " He stopped, now embarrassed himself. He was starting to get the same feeling in his own bladder, but hadn't given it much thought yet. He hadn't thought ahead enough to realize his responsibility for her was going to extend that far. Mentally shrugging, he got out and came around to her side. The door was locked, of course. All the doors locked automatically when the engine started, a feature they had started putting in back during the car-jacking craze of the nineties. He'd forgotten to unlock hers before getting out. "Can you reach the toggle, there?" She twisted around and unlocked the door for him, and he lifted her out of the floater and stood her next to it.

He thought for a minute. She was probably going to need to sit down, at least assuming she didn't want to pee on her feet. He helped her sit, leaning against the side of the floater. "Do you want me to leave you alone a minute?" She nodded, and he walked around to the other side of the floater. He let his mind wander, trying to ignore the depressing scene of charred remains of homes on both sides of the street, and in a few minutes he walked back around to her.

He could tell she hadn't been able to pee, although the frustration on her face as she looked up at him told him how much she wanted to. A lifetime of conditioning can make it nearly impossible to exercise the bodily functions in any but the socially-approved settings, and she seemed to be having some sort of block preventing her from peeing as she sat on the ground, outdoors.

"Do you think sitting in another position would help?" She closed her eyes, obviously wishing she could be anywhere else doing anything else, and responded at last with the tiniest nod.

He looked around. The only thing she could sit on in anything close to the normal posture was one of the seats in the floater, and since it wasn't his he wouldn't really mind, but she probably would have the same amount of trouble trying to pee on the upholstery as she was having now.

He knew he'd have to create the nearest approximation to a normal situation. He squatted down and pressed his back hard against the side of the floater, making a chair out of his legs, then lifted her up to sit on his lap. "Close your eyes. You're not outside, you're in your bathroom at home, sitting on the pot. " He almost giggled as he congratulated himself for remembering to leave the seat down. He decided not to say anymore, not wanting to break the spell. It still didn't seem to be working.

One last thing to try: he'd heard once it was a little easier to make yourself pee if you heard some running water. He couldn't have done it, under the circumstances, if his penis hadn't still been limp after the recent sex, but he pointed it down and started peeing. At least this'll take care of me, if it doesn't work for her. As he finished, he could hear the dribbling sound continuing: it had worked, finally, and she was peeing between his legs. She sighed as she finished, and twisted in his lap to press her cheek against his.

"You ready to go?" She nodded, and he helped her back into the passenger seat. She scrunched down so only her head could be seen from outside, and he finally put the floater in gear and sped off down the street, in a spray of gravel and charred wood kicked up by the floater's jets.

David wasn't quite sure where he wanted to go, except that he felt he'd have more luck driving out of town than into it. He wanted to avoid the nearby Interstate; it was probably clogged with derelict vehicles that the few survivors would be trying to navigate around, some of them more than a little crazy. He drove through the neighborhood until he came to a decent-sized boulevard, and turned south. Downtown was north. At first he had to do a fair amount of weaving around, picking a path through randomly scattered floaters, some overturned, some burned, along with a few bodies that by now were starting to smell.

It got easier as he went farther: the city was thinning out. Even the obsolescent gas stations, rarely used these in these days of fuel cells, at the edge of town were burned out. They had probably all gone up together as their underground gasoline tanks ignited. He couldn't have used the gas, but most of the stations included convenience stores to help them make ends meet, none of which were still standing. As the last sign of the former civilization faded out of view in his mirror, David felt mixed relief at not having to look at any more of that, and uncertainty of where in hell (aptly put) he was going to find what was needed to support two lives.

By now there were no vehicles, coming, going, or stopped. He wondered how far he'd have to go before he saw another human.

It was fifteen minutes before he saw the signs for the country store approaching on his right: Sam's Best Foods, the hand-lettered billboard proclaimed. As he pulled into the parking-lot, the girl sank further down into the seat, her head now below the level of the window. David reached into the back for his shorts. It didn't look like the sort of establishment that catered to the naked.

There were no other cars or floaters parked in front of the store. About fifty feet away and a little farther back from the road there was a house, an ancient pick-up truck parked next to it. A bell jingled as David pulled the door to the store open. There was nobody at the counter in front.
"Hello?" There didn't seem to be anybody inside. He couldn't see why; there wasn't any visible damage. "Anybody here?"

He waited at the door, uncomfortable at entering an unattended store. Got to start getting used to this, he told himself. There's a lot fewer people and, he suspected, a lot fewer rules now.
Speaking of rules: money! What was he going to use? He remembered suddenly seeing a couple of credit cards in the floater, belonging presumably to its late owner. He won't miss it, David figured, and anyway he owes me for trying to kill me.

He finally nerved himself to go behind the counter and pick out a paper bag from a pile of them. First things first, he decided: I'll look around later and see if they've got anything like bolt-cutters, which looked unlikely, but they needed food no matter what, and there was certainly plenty of that here.

He realized he'd need to think about what she could eat; she couldn't handle anything she'd have to chew. And he didn't have any way of cooking anything. He found himself in front of several shelves full of baby-food, which seemed just the thing, if she didn't find it too humiliating. She was probably getting too hungry to care by now. He filled half the bag with tiny bottles in all the flavors he could find. For himself he settled on a couple of bottles of Planter's Peanuts, a couple of loaves of bread, and filled the rest of the bag with an assortment of fresh fruit. On his way out he saw some enormous bottles of distilled water, and shifted the bag to his left arm so he could gather up one of the bottles with the other. That's about it for one load, he thought. Have to put this out in the floater and come back.

Halfway to the floater, he froze and nearly dropped the bag when a voice from the direction of the house called out, "You! Hold it right there!"

Turning his head towards the voice, he nearly fainted when he saw a shotgun: quaint, antique, and pointed straight at his head. The owner of the voice and shotgun was a grizzled, pot-bellied man looking about seventy: evidently, Sam. The voice continued on without a waver: "You can just put them things down and come over here. "

His own voice sounding like the old man's should have, David said, "T - There was nobody inside. I thought maybe the place was deserted. I - I can pay for this. Got a credit card in my floater. "
"Don't take credit cards here. Wouldn't take one from a thief anyways. Put that bag down right where you are," he repeated.

"If I put it down can I go?"

"And sneak back later and try it again? Not on your life. I know what happened in the city, I seen the cloud. 'Spect I'll see more guys like you. Jail's big enough for all of ya. Rita?" he bellowed. "Got the Sheriff on the wireless yet?"

"Can't get through," came a voice from inside the house. "Still too much cracklin'. Phone's still dead too. "

The old man gestured at David with the gun. "You come inside with me then. "

David hesitated with uncertainty. What about the girl? How much more trouble was he going to be in if they thought he'd kidnapped her? And raped her? God!

He heard the hammer cocked on the gun. Involuntarily his feet started dragging him towards the old man.

Both their heads turned at a noise from the floater. The top unlatched from the windshield and started slowly folding itself towards the back.

"Ya got somebody with ya? Let's walk on over there and see. No, wait. Rita!" He turned towards the house. "Get yer gun! You cover the car while I keep a eye on this 'un. " A stout old lady emerged from behind the screen door, her own weapon ready.

David's eye was attracted back to the floater by a movement in the front. The girl's head appeared from beneath the side door, and slowly, she stood.

David was struck speechless. She was standing upright in front of the seat now, exposed to mid-thigh, presenting her breasts, her bush to the stunned trio of onlookers, and she turned slightly sideways now to show off her handcuffs.

David tore his gaze away and glanced at the old man out of the corners of his eyes. He was staring at her, his jaw hanging open, the muzzle of his forgotten weapon drooping downward.

He was close enough. David struck outward with his foot into the man's ample belly, and the man dropped to the ground as his breath whooshed out of him, the gun falling off to the side as he started coughing. There was a blast from the porch, followed instantly by a snapping sound as the pellets fired by the gun whipped past his face.

He shouted, "Get down, now!" as he started sprinting for the floater, knowing he'd be a difficult target from that distance and glad the barrel wasn't sawed off. The twin barrels told him she could get one more shot off before reloading. Possibly Sam might also recover and get to his weapon. David tossed the bag and bottle into the back as he jumped over the door and settled into the driver's seat, hearing the tiny bottles scatter as he gunned the engine, ducking down in the seat as low as he could. As they began moving he heard a second blast, and the floater shook as the pellets peppered the side. He stuck his head up just enough to watch where he was going, shaking her shoulder as she lay on her side next to him. "You okay? Are you hit?" She raised her head and looked up at him, shaking her head, leaving him wondering which question she was answering. "Are you okay?" She smiled at him and nodded, and squirmed forward to lay her head in his lap. He drove down the road, out of range of the firepower behind him now, absently stroking her hair as his thundering heart gradually slowed.

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After - Part 5

By Ero-Tales

David wanted to lay on the ground next to her, holding her tightly against him, but an overpowering thirst together with hunger pangs told him he'd better see to some more basic needs first. There was still plenty of food left, all of it too hot to be pleasant. He pulled the sack out into the shade of the floater, along with the bottled water.

"You want some of this, or go down to that little creek?" Wendy looked towards the small shaded grove that hid the rippling brook, looked back at him and jerked her head in that direction. He gathered a few baby-food bottles and a little food for himself, and helped her to her feet.

"You want to get there yourself? I can carry you if you want." She looked as exhausted as he felt. She leaned towards him and nuzzled his shoulder, which he took to mean, oh, alright, you can carry me just this once.

"Um. . ." His hands were already full. "Here, you take a few of these bottles." He pressed them into her hands, and gathered her in his arms, staggering a little in fatigue as he carried her into the trees and carefully down the short slope to the creek. His intention was to set her down in the creek itself. As soon as her feet touched the water, though, she squeaked and pulled her feet up quickly, almost causing him to drop her as her weight shifted. He stood her on the damp earth just beyond the reach of the water, and reached down to feel the water. It was very cool, almost cold. He didn't know where it was coming from, but runoff from the mountains seemed possible. At any rate it was pretty obvious why she didn't want to sit in it. By this time she had laid down on her side parallel to the edge of the water, and was wriggling closer, eventually thrusting her face into the current to take a mouthful of cold water, gulping with difficulty around the gag. He could see this was another thing she wanted to do herself; shrugging, he knelt next to the water and took a drink himself. The coolness spread slowly through his limbs, and in the pleasure of the moment began to feel for the first time that survival was not only possible, but even desirable.

He sat afterwards with his legs around her feeding her lunch, or breakfast, whatever it was, and had his own after that. The exhaustion of their earlier efforts and a night of little sleep caught up with both of them, and he curled himself around her as they lay back against the muddy bank, and grew less conscious of the hushed swishing of leaves and quizzical twittering of birds, as they drifted to sleep and the rest of the morning passed.

* * *

"Hey! Anybody out there?"

David jerked awake, a little surprised at finding his nose buried between Wendy's breasts after a dream in which people he knew had one by one inexplicably disappeared. He held her tightly against him to make sure she, too, didn't disappear, and felt her stir sleepily against him as the voice called out again.

"Whose floater?"

He felt Wendy stiffen in surprise, so no, he wasn't imagining it. He quietly untangled himself from her and put his finger to his lips. She cocked her head at him and rolled her eyes, opening her lips briefly against the gag, as if to say, you idiot, what was I going to say anyway?

He patted her and whispered, "I'm sorry," and crept up towards the top of the bank to try to catch sight of whoever was doing the yelling. A woman was standing by the floater, her back to it, turning her head to survey the horizon. She was dressed in faded denim shorts, a white T-shirt with a brown vest and a back-pack, her long brown hair parted in the middle, her legs unusually muscular. From where David was she looked about 30 or so, and looked understandably puzzled that a floater should be sitting in the middle of nowhere for no obvious reason. He was hesitant to present himself, since his shorts were, as usual lately, back in the floater. He cursed himself for leaving the door standing open again, and the keys in it. He couldn't see any vehicle she might have arrived in, and from her rumpled, sweat-streaked look she had probably been walking. If she couldn't find anybody to go with the floater she would undoubtedly decide, reasonably enough, that it was hers. Hell, he decided, she's old enough to have seen a few naked men before. At least, he found, he wouldn't be approaching her with a hard-on. He'd had one just a minute ago, and wasn't completely sure what had become of it, but there did seem to be something about the woman that reversed the natural flow of his male anatomy.

He slowly climbed to the top of the slope and stood. The woman's head jerked towards him at the movement, and her jaw dropped, as she looked away for a moment and then back towards him.
"This yours?" she asked, indicating the floater behind her.

"Yeah. Is there a problem? You live around here?"

"No. Been out hiking a few days."

Neither made a move to get any closer, and the conversation took place at about a 30-foot distance. If there was some kind of camp nearby with lots of people around, David imagined it would be nice to know where it was, so he could decide whether to join it or avoid it. Maybe he could get some clothes and get Wendy loose.

"You out looking for other survivors?"

The woman looked puzzled. "Survivors? Of what? That earthquake? How bad was it?"

David shook his head in wonder. Could she have been so completely out of contact that she didn't even know?

"You know about the war, don't you?"

"War? Here? Don't look like a war to me."

His incredulity beat his sensitivity to his voicebox.

"Well, you ought to see what's left of the city if you don't think it looks like a war. Those were bombs, not earthquakes." His voice shook as he remembered everything he'd been trying to forget.

"Probably not much left of North America."

She glared at him. "You're bullshitting. There's never going to be a war. That's all scare talk."

He shook his head again. "You got a cellphone?"

She snorted in disgust. "Damn thing's broken. Can't get anything on it anymore."

"It's not broken. There's nobody to call anymore. It's. . ." It finally sank into him that he was telling someone that everyone she'd been close to was dead. Hell, though, what did it matter, it was too big to grasp anyway. He knew he didn't believe it yet himself.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why're you saying such crap? You a Canuck spy or something?"

He threw his hands up. "Look, I don't know how to prove it to you. You'll find out eventually. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For whatever you're going to go though. It won't be fun, finding out. I'm sorry, that's all."

He looked towards his right, in the direction he thought the city was from there. There was no smoke rising anymore, so he wasn't sure.

"You alone?"

David's mind tried to short-circuit the reflex that made him look behind him, failed.

"Somebody back there?" She suddenly pulled a knife out of a sheath at her belt he hadn't noticed.

"Come out where I can see you, whoever you are."

"What's the knife for? Nobody here's going to hurt you."

"Yeah, right. You're standing there talking like a crazy Canuck and somebody else is hiding in the trees, and I'm supposed to think we're all friends here. Come out!"

David hoped Wendy had the sense to stay out of sight, maybe get a little further downstream. He cautiously crept closer to the woman, whose attention was still on the trees. At a closer view she seemed a little older, maybe 35. The woman froze, apparently sensing some movement in front of her.

"You, right there. Stop!"

David felt his stomach churn as he waited for the other shoe to drop. He and the woman both crept forward, approaching the creek bed from different angles. Watching her intently, he saw her jaw drop, followed by a nearly breathless
"Holy shit!"

The woman whirled on David.

"You ARE a Canuck! You got a woman prisoner down there in chains." She glanced back towards Wendy, squinting, then back towards David.

"For God's sake, she's naked too. What was you doing, raping her when I came along?"

She edged closer, brandishing the knife, the edge traveling in tiny circles. David held his hands outward, open palms towards her.

"It's not like that! Wait! Look, you can see I don't have a weapon, so you can afford to give me time to explain, right?" He crept backward, trying to stand his ground yet still somehow manage to maintain most of the distance between them. She stopped, uncertainly, glancing back at Wendy once more, who was standing, trying to hop up the steep slope of the bank by the creek. David started towards her as she lost her balance and fell heavily to her knees, and stopped at a motion from the woman.

"Okay, I bet this'd be worth hearing. Start talking."

He took a deep breath.

"It's all true, what I was telling you. The city got bombed a couple of days ago. Maybe a lot of other places, too. There's a few survivors, not many. Just some of us who were lucky," he grimaced inwardly, "if that's what you want to call it. I walked around a long time, and then I heard Wendy crying for help. She and her boyfriend had been. . . well, I guess this was how they had fun. You know."

He searched her eyes for some sort of understanding. At least now she looked puzzled, which was an improvement over murderous rage.

"So you just decided to keep her that way?"

"Look, I don't think you get what it's like yet. You can't just go out to your garage or the hardware store and get some tools. The toolbox is gone. The garage is gone. The hardware store is gone. Do you get what I'm saying?"

David himself was starting to get a feeling for the enormity of it. I'd better stop talking about this, he thought.

"I've been trying to get her loose .I even got part of it undone. She was worse off that this to begin with. But I haven't found anything I can do with all that metal stuff. What am I supposed to use, my bare hands?"

He looked back towards Wendy, who had wriggled up the bank on her side and was now working herself upright against a tree. He thought about helping her, but realized his only hope of convincing the woman would be if Wendy came over to him spontaneously, as if she wanted to be with him. It had to look like it was all her idea. He tried to somehow pass the thought to her telepathically. He could see the woman struggling with her doubts. One more bit of evidence might help.

"Has your phone been out of order the whole time, or just since. . . well, when did it stop working?"

"Um, yeah, it was working a couple of days ago. I tried calling some friends yesterday. Never got a signal."

She closed her eyes and looked down. Wendy started hopping towards them now. The woman looked up at the sound, and motioned her over to her, but Wendy shook her head and hopped to David's side. As he put his arms around her and she nestled her head against his shoulder, the woman finally seemed to relax. At least until the thought completed itself.
"You mean, it's all true? Bomb, war, everything?" She seemed on the verge of tears.

David just nodded. The woman sat abruptly, her face buried in her hands. David took the opportunity to look Wendy over.
"How you feeling? Did you hurt yourself back there? Any cuts or anything?" He reached down to brush off the mud caked on her shins.

"Do you want to sit down?" She shrugged, and finally nodded.

"Let's go over to that tree. I'll help you when we get there."

He knew by now she'd at least want to travel there under her own power. He could hear her hopping behind him, and turned when he reached the tree to help her sit. She shook her head and leaned back against the trunk, letting her hands slip slowly downward until at last she was sitting, leaning back against it. He joined her next to the trunk, and looked again at their visitor.

"Can I do anything for you? We've got a little food, if you're hungry."

The woman raised her head and took a deep breath, obviously making an effort to appear as if she'd weathered the storm. In a voice a little too loud, she said, "No, I'm fine. Got a lot of stuff with me here." She jiggled her backpack.

"Um. . . say! In that case, maybe you could help us. You got anything in there that would cut through these handcuffs?"

"Lemme check." She shrugged off the pack and started picking through it. After a minute she nodded and pulled something out.

"Would this help? Best I can do, I think." She held a nail file out towards David. He came over and took it, looking it over skeptically.

"Maybe. I'll see if I can do anything with it." He brought it back and showed it to Wendy.

"What do you want me to start on? Feet, hands, or mouth?"

She thought a moment, then bobbed her head, thrusting her jaw towards him, seeming to indicate the gag.

"Yeah, I was thinking that, too. That's the one thing that's really getting in the way the most; it's been hard getting enough food and water into you. Okay, sit still, let me see what I can do." He spent a minute examining the links of the chain running along her cheek. They all seemed about the same thickness. He shrugged and picked one, and carefully started sawing with the file across the outer surface of the tiny loop of metal. He had to avoid jabbing her face with the sharp point of the file, so each back-and-forth motion didn't cover any great distance. It was obviously going to take awhile, if it worked at all. As he worked, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the woman had stretched herself out on the ground, using her backpack as a pillow. She seemed to be shaking her head slightly and mumbling to herself.

After about 15 minutes, his muscles were starting to ache from sitting hunched in one position. He paused to examine his work. The link was now displaying a roughened, flat shiny surface. He sighed in exasperation; at this rate it would take at least another hour. Meanwhile, the upper portion of the file was being rubbed smooth.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm kind of wrecking your file. Should I stop?"

"It's okay?"

She just waved again. Shrugging, he went back to work, using the lower, still-rough surface of the file. After another 20 minutes or so, Wendy shifted as if she just had to move the muscles that were aching from sitting so patiently in one position. She looked at him with a questioning expression and jerked her eyes in the direction of the link he had been working on.

"Let me look again." At a rough guess he thought he might be halfway through. He tested the link with his fingers, trying to see if there was any give that might be encouraged into a break. He carefully thrust the file into the loop and gave it a twist. Nothing yielded, and Wendy grunted and glared at him.

"Sorry. I don't know, maybe another half-hour. Except. . ." He examined the file critically. "I don't think this is going to get us there. The whole thing is starting to get worn smooth. I don't even think it's been doing anything the last few minutes."

Her arm across her eyes, the woman just waved the other one in a dismissive gesture.

He broke off as Wendy squeaked in alarm, her eyes wide viewing something beyond his shoulder. He turned in time to see a backpack swing towards his head. In the split second of consciousness after it struck, he relived the instant of the explosion.
His head ached as he slowly swam back towards consciousness. The thought of the bomb remained with him; that and the confusion of his limbs not functioning the way he wanted them to. The woman was just putting the finishing touches on a knot that left him hogtied on the ground. His field of vision was filled with a slanted horizon and the woman's backpack laying in front of him. Must have had rope in it for rock-climbing or something, he thought, as he jerked against the bonds and twisted onto his side.

She slapped him, mumbling, "Now you know what it feels like. Doing that to a poor little girl."

He spat grass out of his mouth. "I told you I found her like that. You saw me trying to cut through the gag."

"First time I saw you was when you was coming back from raping her. You just now was threatening her with that knife. Loved scaring her, didn't you? You men are all the same. Bet you had a Rape and Pillage class back in Toronto."

"I am NOT CANADIAN, damn it. And it was a file, not a knife, and you gave it to me. Look, you saw she wanted to be with me, didn't you?" About 30 feet beyond her he could see Wendy struggling to get to her feet against the trunk of the tree. The woman must have dragged him over here to get him away from Wendy.

"Guy raped me with a knife once. I swore I'd get him back someday. Never found him, but you'll do." She patted her own knife in its sheath. His entire skin surface felt as if tiny electric currents were traveling over it. This lady was functioning in a different reality now, he knew. Within minutes she'd probably be confusing him with *her* rapist.

Wendy took her first hops towards them. The woman heard her and turned, started walking towards her.

"You come with me, honey. He can't hurt you anymore. . . WHOA!" She backed away from Wendy hurriedly. As she moved out of the line of sight between him and Wendy, David could see Wendy had turned her back towards the woman and was waving the file back and forth at about waist level. The woman was circling her slowly, presenting her hands towards her, empty palms forward.

"I don't mean to hurt you, sweetie. We're both on the same team. Let's go over to the floater and get you tucked away, then I'll take care of this guy."

Wendy, watching her over her shoulder, managed to keep her balance as she turned with little hops to keep her back towards the woman, holding the file menacingly. As the woman continued to circle, Wendy now started to hop towards David, getting herself between him and the woman. The woman stood with her hands on her hips now, a somewhat glazed look in her eyes. David hoped her reality was shifting in some less dangerous direction. She took a few tentative steps forward, as Wendy continued retreating towards David. About five feet from him, she stumbled and fell heavily to her knees with a squeak of alarm, but held onto the file and continued pointing it at the woman. She shuffled the remaining distance towards David on her knees, clearly ready to hold a defensive position there for as long as it took.

The woman began circling again, and Wendy twisted on her knees to keep the file pointed at her. The woman shook her head, her eyes closed. Finally she said softly, "That's a good idea, honey. You watch him and make sure he doesn't get loose. I'll drive into town. I've got friends there who can help you." David sighed with relief and exasperation. The immediate danger was past, but they seemed to be about to lose the floater. He wondered what she'd do at her next reality check, when she saw the city. Probably explain it away somehow. People only ever believe what they want to, damn it.

He watched as she walked around the driver's side of the floater, glared at him and said, "I'll get you later, asshole."

The rush of the engine sprayed gravel and knocked over the grocery bag standing next to the floater as she slammed it into gear and the vehicle hissed away back towards the road. Wendy rolled to her side, finally, her eyes closed, breathing in audible heaves.

He struggled with the ropes a few minutes, and finally said, "Um. . . Wendy?"

"Hmm?"

"I could use a little help here."

She looked at him, and a tiny giggle escaped her lips. She smiled "Hmm-mmm."

"Come on, Wendy. This is no fair."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe fair's not the right word. But you still need me loose. We can't both be tied up."

With a sigh, she came around behind him and started worrying the knot on the rope binding his wrists and ankles together. As she worked it loose and he straightened his legs in relief, she hooked her own legs around his head and started passing the loop of her legs down his body.

"Wendy, what are you doing?"

Twisting, she made him lie on his back. Her ankles were crossed under his lower back, and he had to prop himself up with his elbows behind him to get more comfortable. Sitting now on his stomach, she slowly slid a little further back, towards his crotch.

"You're not untying me, are you?"

She grinned and shook her head, feeling behind her for his penis. With an effort she raised herself up and over it, and guided it up into her. He closed his eyes as she began rocking in a gentle rhythm on his hips, and he could feel himself growing to fill her more completely.

"You'll untie me afterwards, huh?"

Her own eyes closed, sighing softly to herself, she shrugged.

He stopped asking.

NEXT ....contd Chappter 6
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Thanks so much. But I cannot take credit as the stories have been written by others. I have just posted them as otherwise these lovely stories will be lost. A number of websites which festured stories have shut down and fortunately for me I had saved a huge treasure of stories from dites lije Tiedandtrue, Restrainedtastes etc over the past years. I hope to compile these lost stories into an album some day so more visitors can enjoy these gems.🤗
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I know what you mean. I have a pretty extensive archive going all the way back to the heyday of Usenet. Like you said, many will be lost forever. Thanks for sharing!
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