Thread: Wasteland Blues (Fabulam-Admissarius & Sketchyequine)

Fennec had to put forth a genuine effort not to roll her eyes at the comment of the stranger as she stood patiently with her hands folded while she rocked back and forth from toe to heal. She was a tough gal, but Alistair was one of the few who got under her skin just a bit. She was constantly getting in trouble with the brute, and he always had some sort of punishment for her as a result. It really was some sort of wonder that she hadnt been forced into his sick harem yet. She knew she was pretty enough, and it wasnt like Alistair hadnt had a taste of her before. But he always let her go, and she was damned thankful for that. Sex was fun and all, but she wasnt about to willingly become anyones damn coffee table. She was too free of a spirit for that. With a sigh, Fennec nodded as he confirmed he wanted her and this was indeed no mistake. That meant he needed her to do a ob for him, something she hated even more than spreading her thighs for him. A job lasted a hell of a lot longer than the gang lord did in bed, that was for sure. She hated serving him altogether, but it was so much worse when he benefited from it with more than just an opportunity to bust his load. Helping his dirty business was more painful than pleasuring his dirty cock. Fennec knew better than to react in the slightest when Alistair asserted his dominance over the girls. Though, deep down, she wished she could bury an arrows in his cold, dark heart. He wasnt just using these girls for sex, he was emotionally torturing them until they broke. And then, as soon as they were too dull to be entertaining anymore, he would drop them and leave them to fend for themselves in the wasteland with a broken spirit. Most of his girls didnt last long after he berid himself of them. They either killed themselves or cruel gangbangers would shoot them down. Every once and awhile the lucky ones, if you could call them that, would get scooped up by someone who liked the look of them and they would become sex puppets all over again. That wasnt a life Fennec was going to live without one hell of a fight first. Like many, Fennec wished that Alistair Crowley would drop dead. She would also love to be the one who pulled the trigger when the time came. However politics had always gotten in the way. Fennec would love to whip the mans cunt just like he had had his slave girl endure, but she couldnt or all hell would rain down on her own gang. The zookeepers, as they called themselves, were Fennecs fathers gang of which she herself was a part. As of late, Alistair had been taking out the men one by one, but there was never any evidence left behind, so there was nothing to warrant a war against him in the opinions of the other local groups. Without a bigger army, Fennecs father, Lion, stood no chance against Alistairs numbers. So, for now, they had to stand back and behave until they could get someone to back them. It was infuriating to the pint-sized hottie. Especially since Alistair called on her to work for him regularly over the past few months. After the whip came down, Fennec quirked a brow, but she didnt laugh. Seeing the stranger beside her laugh informed her that she certainly wasnt going to like his company, and she sure as hell wasnt going to spread her legs for a pig-headed bigot like him. It was a shame. Having a hot lay like him alongside her might have made the mission more bearable. Even so, she listened to the conversation between the stranger and Alistair Crowley. Noting in her head that this scavenger was also a compulsive liar. No one knew the spine well. If they did? Theyd be a fucking legend not just some guy that Fennec had never heard of. Cmon, mister Crowley! Youre sending us into a death trap. And fer what? A few ancient artifacts? Thats a fuckin waste of flesh and blood and you know it. If ya wanted me dead there are way better ways of takin care of me than this. She complained, crossing her arms over her chest like a bratty child. It was all an act, of course. Fennec had all the sass of a sixteen year old bitch on a cheerleading squad before the freezies, but she was a smart one too. She knew it was better to play dumb than for anyone to know just how good she was. Well fine, pops. If youre gon send us into the fuckin mountains you better have a good reward for us! What the hell are we even supposed to bring you back? If ya havent noticed Im small. Im no good for carrying you back a second hot tub, okay boss? Fennec flicked her hair over her shoulder, smirking as it hit the scavenger beside her directly in the face. Served him right for being an asshole. Is there some ancient jewelry in there for me or somethin? I bet id look real nice in rubies. Imagine how nice Id look in only a gemstone necklace, Ali baby. She gave him a wink, and it was obviously the vision flashed in his head. Fennec certainly looked good wearing next to nothing.