Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

Red found no resistance from the female as she was forcibly thrown over his mountainous shoulder. The male's herculean sized arm would curl around her naked waist in order to support her weight properly. Even in her moment of feigned unconscious nature, the brute enjoyed the heavy feel of those ample breasts mashed against the rock hard stature of his back. Cali possessed the body that any woman would grow green with envy of. It deserved to be plastered over magazines and shared over the once-active internet. She could have been a sensation anywhere she went, but now she was Red's personal model. His personal toy. His satisfaction. At that end, the rain continued to tumble over the summit of the tyrant while leading his slave toward the Capitol building. Thunder would crackle across the horizon, and Red's boots audible sank into the wet mud underneath. Halbred would be seen pushing his own door to the Wrangler open and stepping out as Red came a foot from the main entrance. The Capitol was an impressive building when compared to the others surrounding it. It had been mostly unharmed through the Great War without residual structural damage. Many of the windows were still intact, and the roof itself was sound. The unmistakable hum of a gas generator could be heard grumbling behind the office building, which only meant one thing... the Capitol had power . Vines found themselves crawling up the walls from the ground floor, and the peach exterior paint was far from fresh. The double doors leading into the two story building would be shoved open via Red's elbow. He'd push his weight into parting open the entrance and stepping inside to escape the rain that still clamored behind him. In lobby they were immediately faced with two armed guards standing on opposite ends of a staircase leading to Red's quarters. Said lobby was a squared room, with a long-abandoned receptionist desk to the left, and a waiting room on the right. Aforementioned stairs were a few feet away from the main entrance on the fair wall. A single set of exposed stairs led up to the balcony over-seeing the lobby, and a single room which had interconnected areas open to it. Both guards would bow their heads, one of them with a grin, upon seeing their boss come home with a prize. Red would lick his bottom lip while still holding the woman over his shoulder with his one hand. Cali would be smart to still act unconcious, for now was not the time to try anything in front of two guards holding what looked like an AR-15 and a Mossberg shotgun. Confidently marching up the stairs one wet, echoing step at a time, Red would soon find himself on the balcony. He'd look down to the lobby after ascending the stairs to find Halbred closing the lobby door and locking it. The bald headed goon slept by the receptionist desk on more occasions than not to be able to be close to the leader in case orders needed to be dispatched to the armies around Blackwater. Red kicked open the single door upstairs, which exposed the initial room. It was an office, with a largely tarnished oak desk in the middle. A ratty office chair was behind it, and a pre-war computer monitor was actively glowing in front of it. The alien buzz of an active computer could be heard under the desk as it's old fans spun rapidly to cool the tower. Shelves holding a myriad of books sat on the far wall behind the desk. There were two openly connected rooms to the office, the right happened to be Red's bedroom. A King sized bed had it's creaky bed-board up against the wall, a iron cage sat beside it, and some chairs and couches occupied the other end. To the left of the office was his playground for the slaves. A matching iron cage, formed in a checkered pattern, was in the middle of the room. Chains and shackles dangled from the wall or laid about the floor. An endless amount of toys and whips were either hung up or laid across trays. He could do anything he wanted to a woman there. However, the cage in his bedroom was her first destination. Red would kick the door to his office closed, and quickly walk to his right from the office. Before she could even come from her acting, the woman was harshly thrown into the iron cage sitting next to his bed like a common household pet. When her body slammed unto the unforgiving bottom of the purpose built cage, Red would grab the top-lid of it and seal the item closed. His calloused hands would clutch the padlock that had been kept undone, only to use it to secure her fate inside of the squared housing. An audible click of the lock meant she wasn't going anywhere, as Red took a few steps back to examine his trophy. It was the first time he'd even get to relish in the fact that he now had the last free-woman this side of the country. A deep breath would be traced by a wicked grin that was growing upon his handsome face as he simply stood there in awe. His right hand would reach up and pull the shades from the bridge of his nose. Those dark brown strands of hair were dripping droplets of rain from them and unto his duster. Red casually tossed his shades upon the dresser next to him, and collected his pack of cigarettes sitting there. One would be withdrawn from the pack after he shuffled it against his hand, and soon slid between his lips. Piercing blue eyes kept upon the woman, as he brought his lighter toward the end of it. As the cig hung from the very corner of his lips, one hand cupped before it and the other flicked the lighter a few times. After the job was done and cigarette glowed orange, the man tossed the lighter and pack upon the dresser near his shades. His grin was still ever apparent as by now she had to be awake and conscious after he threw her so viciously inside. Red grabbed a chair, and loudly dragged it across the floor. It would stop in front of her cage, where he'd have a seat and lean atop of his knees with those massive elbows. Pulling the cigarette from his lips in between his thumb and index finger, the man would exhale off to the side slyly while eyeing her. His voice was deep and rough. This was their first time alone, in a more... intimate setting. Such an interesting girl... now stuck in a cage... not so tough anymore, hm? If she looked closely, she could see he held the control to her collar in his other hand in front of his lap. Red would narrow his gaze as he took another drag. Again, he'd pull it from his lips and exhale deeply while speaking, Tell me... did you have a boyfriend before all this? ... maybe a husband? Maybe your father fucked you because he couldn't help himself? Red was trying to strike a nerve. Trying to rile her up. Maybe he wanted the satisfaction of taking something from someone, even if they were dead. The sound of the rain and thunder continued... his foot tapping against the floor impatiently. Red's hand brushing over the button, just ready to shock the fuck out of his slave. Another drag was taken. I want to know more about my play toy before I take pride in breaking her down... You know, the last girl who was in that cage... He'd point toward her with the hand that held his smoking cigarette, ... the last girl... I fucked her... make her suck my dick constantly through the bars... made her understand her new purpose in life... but one day... He'd scratch the side of his head with a smirk, I fucked her so hard... she just... didn't wake up. Gone ... done ... she wasn't tough enough...