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Thread: As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

Even though the age gap was quite wide, their eyes hungrily watched at the young school girl begin to strip. Her blouse removed, her dainty white bra was exposed. How plain and boring, much like her lack of make up and lipstick! Girls with natural beauty were rare, unlike the bimbos they would often nail wearing inches of make up and such. Her features weren't particularly bountiful, but it was quite modest and matched with her slender figure. Not too big nor too small. The mobster then pressed his gun onto her lips, forcing it into her mouth as he pinched her nose. Hehehe...go tell me you're sorry and I probably will let you leave without extra holes in your forehead! he said, smirking violently as his finger nearly pulled at the trigger. Hey, Matsuda, don't blow her fucking head out, We've got some fun things planned for her! Grumbling, the one referred to as Matsuda drew his gun away. The Kyodai from before pointed his pistol towards her, forcing her to walk towards the bathroom. It was quite the mess, bullet holes shredding through the stalls and leaving crude bullet holes on the tiled wall. Wash up, bitch. he said, pointing the gun at the back of her head. When she would bend down, his hand would softly reach over, flipping up her skirt and rubbing at her buttocks, sometimes rubbing at her nether regions from her white panties. Got a problem, kiddo? he asked, awaiting when she would be finished washing herself. Even when he stopped, his hands would probe at her supple breasts, fingers pressing onto what could easily be a little under a handful each breast. Once finished, she was led back outside, where a few men began to play cards. Hey, Bitch. Take off that shoe. he said. Soon, their little poker game forced her to take off her other shoe, her skirt next to go when a man pulled off an impressive straight flush. Surrounded by perverted, violent men...like a lamb slowly torn to pieces, one could only wonder how much longer until they would use her and end her life.
Thread: As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

Aika could feel their eyes on her body, it was nothing special. The gun was forced into her mouth, she was afraid even more at that moment, his finger nearly pulling the trigger. A different guy took her to the bathroom, where she was allowed to wash. She washed the blood from her face, where she fingered a bruise on her cheek from one of the hits. She washed out her nose, cleaning it of the dried blood, she could see all the faint bruise marks all over her body already. She gulped softly as he began to rub her rear end, his hands probing slightly at her even lower area, the one between her legs. She tried to close her legs to keep him from touching her there. As she finished washing her face he began poking and prodding at her small breasts. She was taken back, it wasn't long before her shoes were off, then her skirt. The only thing left was her bra, panties and soaks, it wouldn't be long until she was naked and then she knew she would be raped.
Thread: As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

Pair of aces. Her skirt was next to go. Their eyes lustfully observed her half-naked figure, her smooth porcelain skin quite the beauty to behold. She said not a single world, not even uttering a single curse of defying them after the Kyodai had exhibited what could happen to her if she defied or cursed them another savage beating would surely lay itself upon her. Hey, say something, girl! teased one, though he was quick to frown and grasped her shoulder, his fist wound up for another hit. Wanna get your teeth knocked out, slut? Answer me! he said, pressing her body close to him. Of course, the Kyodai broke them up, but many knew how shaken she was after witnessing the bloodbath and the abuse she had suffered. A fullhouse later, she was then called up. Hey slut, take off that top, would ya? he asked, smiling as her blouse was thrown upon her, for her to wear without placing her sleeves through her arms, almost like a safety blanket. A man even came close with a razor and a bit of shaving cream, a small bucket of water. Hey, I brought all this stuff, we should probably shave that fuckin' bush when she's totally naked! Jeers and catcalls teased Aika further, sitting like a doll shivering with a tight grasp onto the blouse. Her nipples would be exposed had it not been for the blouse she was given. Of course, the men slowly played for the last set, the person who would take home her panties and the first man to plunge their cock into her before the orderly bar would turn from a lounge into the scene of a horrible gang rape.
Thread: As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

Aika held tightly onto her shirt, her bra was now gone, she closed her eyes tightly, she was ashamed by all the calls and jeers. She just wanted to fall into a deep hole, she tightened her eyes, she wouldn't cry but she curled her legs up close to her. She gritted her teeth tightly as they brought out the water, shaving cream and razor. They would surely cut the hell out of her poor vagina if they did. She knew she wasn't that bad, able to take care of it, but they just assumed she would have a ugly, nasty bush of hair.
Thread: As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

Seeing her retreat and tighten her grip onto the last thing hiding her intimate portions, the Kyodai could not help but laugh it off. Insults and degrading nicknames was just the tip of the iceberg as the men bought in for the last prize her panties. The game looked quite well under way, a Mobster sharpening the razor they bought. Hey, Slut. Not talking? he asked, grasping her right wrist, forcing her to her feet as he grasped a lock of her hair and harshly dragged her forward. Listen here, bitch. If we can't get any money from you, after the gangbang I'll send you out as a whore. We'll deport you to some godforsaken brothel in a third world country. Somewhere far from your daddy and this place, hahaha. he said, slapping her cheek once more as a few hands grasped her hands the moment she was released, spreading them out as her pink nipples hardened from the mere fact that people looked right at them, hands softly clutching her tight. A mobster walked close, licking her belly button before slowly suckling on her right nipple. A gun was pointed at the left side of her head just in case she jerked uncontrollably.
Thread: As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

She whimpered her body tensed, her nipple hardened as it was sucked on, she wanted to push him away but the gun at her head showed she would be killed. She frowned before pulling her arm out of one of the guys hands and pulling away, covering her chest. Please stop... if my father is alive, I'm sure you'd get money for me safely back.. She says softly.
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Sadie blinked back the shock, The Screeching Eagles are going to Anchorage!! She sat amongst her crew as the announcement was made. Hoping they would get to stick around and go to a lesser job. Being one of the newer members of the team she had no say in it. Renee, the team leader was notorious for rubbing elbows with the higher ups and Sadie just knew she had something to do with it. Crystalline blue eyes flitted around the room to her crewmates a mix of both sexes and a hodgepodge of characters. She was shier and younger than the other, most felt she didnt earn the spot and itd been given to her. Shed earned it fair and square, just as they had. Only difference was she was younger when she earned her spot on a respectable team. The screechers, as they were known had worked at getting the town a lot of BIG ticket items. Sadie couldnt name them all, but was certain there was a list somewhere . The few things shed found had been with her grandfather, she had no fear of digging in and getting dirty. The lithe female had scored everything from solar panels and small motors to a helicopter engine. It was the helicopter engine that won her place on the team. She had reworked the thing to accept biodiesel and for that she was named a genius. At 24 she didnt feel the part her favorite score was still her first, a small wood carved music box. The song it played wasnt one she knew before it, but you could wind it and the little pings and metallic clings set her heart in a merrier mood. Everything was in place now, her measurements were taken and new equipment ordered. Heavy duty armor, thicker gloves and brand new full-faced helmets each piece emblazoned with the eagle screeching on it. Sadie smiled running her thumb over the beak. Auburn locks of hair fell forward over her shoulder as she bent to add the items to her gear. Pushing the locks back she looked up to find Renee looking her over. She smiled timidly and Renee turned away. The avoidance and awkwardness brought a red tint to her freckled cheeks, but she brushed it off as pre-moment jitters. She was ready for this. Everything in her training had made her capable to run with the big dogs. If proving herself was easy shed have made this sort of team long ago. Getting there would take three weeks and with the melting and shifting of the snow now was the ideal time, though things would be slow and possibly dangerous. Boots with removable cleats were detrimental to their adventure and her keen eye made her the one carrying a rifle. She had a steady hand and was calm under pressure, even if she was a redhead. The pressure was on, each team wanting the best. Could she be one of those elite? Pushing nerves aside she slid on her uniform, pinning her hair up and out of the way before settling in for a last meeting. All that was left was donning her helmet and heading out with her team. The fears and concerns she thought she might have would wait, she was certain others had them as well.
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The Timberwolves rolled up camp and packed their gear. The mornings were getting cold and team was waking up stiff in the mornings, getting sluggish. Soon they would require a regular shelter and heating, something they wouldn't find unless they stopped in the towns. They knew that the rivers and lakes all had towns on or nearby to them, so they kept their eyes open for former signs of civilization. There were even one or two active towns out here in the wilderness, but they were rare and hard to find. One of these towns was made up of a splinter group from the Fairbanks settlement after a major disagreement 100 years ago between the township committee and one of it's members. They never came across the town, but they were ever cautious. Bad blood doesn't wash as easily... They made their way down the banks of a lake. An old highway stretched down the western banks of the lake, allowing the team to make good time. In three days they covered nearly 80 miles, a pace that they would be hard-pressed to make in either the summer or the winter. Terrence had hinted to Sean that they may stay the entire winter in Fairbanks if they could manage to find the supplies they needed. There were plenty of canned goods in the city, but finding them would be a challenge. The set up camp, fed the dogs and fed themselves. They broke out some bread, the last of the fresh stuff they would get until they returned to Fairbanks. Sure, there was mix for bannock, but that was about as good as it was going to get for the trip now. They ate the bread, some cheese and some powdered milk before heading to sleep. Sean was one of the last to head to bed. He noticed the scent of campfire being carried on the wind. At first he thought it was their own, but realized the wind was coming from the west. He climbed a knoll and noticed a thin trail of smoke coming from a dense patch of trees off to the southwest. In the morning he told Terrence that he had seen the smoke. There was no explanation other than a town or another group of people. Terrence nodded. We can check it out. We'll meet em on the way if they are going in the opposite direction. Otherwise they are ahead of us by about a half a day. Perhaps we'll learn who's out there, or we might be able to learn who we're up against on our claim if those are our rivals.
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Each day was long, early mornings and long days of travelling. Keeping her eyes and ears open for anything she never knew of the other team, didnt know they even existed. Renee had only told a select few and Sadie wasnt one of them. The way Renee talked they were behind, when in fact they were actually doing better than they were led to believe. The days were flowing past like water. There were whispers of towns along the way and warnings to keep her eyes peeled so as not to be surprised. When they got up each morning before the sun it was still ridiculously cold. Sadie shivered drinking down some of the strong coffee. Thankfully the beans were abundant and kept for a long time. Renee gathered them and spoke up, Once we get to Anchorage we can erect some cabins, provide more of a permanent feel. We plan on staying as long as it takes, there is strong competition out there we have to be in top form, we ARE making good time and at this rate can get there and rest. We push now and reap the rewards later. Tonight we will put the tents close together and try to get in close to the trees. Block as much wind as possible and keep us warmer. Guns, we are coming into more travelled areas, eyes open at all times. Sadie blushed as the leaders eyes bore into hers, she knew it was meant for her, she was the youngest ad least experienced, but she was strong and smart. Running a small freckled hand through her auburn locks she sighed and prepared for that day. She wasnt close to any members of her team, she was too young, and the closest in age to her was 8 years older, Rally, her partner. But he was a man that barely talked anyway his silence was comforting and allowed her to be alone with her thoughts instead of having to force out a conversation that felt just that, forced. Climbing on the bike she slung the gun over her back and wrapped her head in her scarf for more protection. Later in the blaze of the sun she loosened the scarf to allow the wind to come in and cool her heated skin. Being the last to pull into camp she and Rally got to work helping set up. They were in charge of unpacking their snowmobile and refueling. Rally sent her for fuel while he checked everything else. The smell of beans hit her nose. Dried beans were something their cook would start the day before and then cook once at camp the next day. Her stomach growled as she moved the container of fuel back to Rally. The others were lining up to eat. She refueled and walked around camp once on patrol before grabbing her own food. Left overs would be smashed and served the next day and they were just as good. Everyone turned in early and rose taking off much like they always had. Sadie was ready to get there, much like the rest of the team. Secretly she wondered who would be their competition. She hated the idea of meeting new people but perhaps more her age would be about, she doubted it.
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They came up and over the last pass that evening. The sun was just beginning to set on the coast and they had an hour to set up camp. They could feel the days getting shorter quickly getting closer and closer to winter. They set up camp in a flat clearing and with the last half-hour of sunset they walked to a precipice and watched the sun creep over the edge of the water into a bath of orange, red and yellow light. They marveled at the sunset, reflected off of the waters in twice as many colours. They could see Anchorage from the hills. Since the campfire they had not seen any members of the other team and they had seen no signs. They came across the camp the day after and saw the fire pit and the places they had set up camp and they had guessed that the size of the crew was about the same as their own. The team breathed a collective sigh of relief. This meant they couldn't be bullied off of the site by a team twice their size. At least they would come back with something, securing enough swag for everyone. Terrence twisted a cigarette using long, stringy bits of tobacco. 1000 years ago, this would have been smoked in a pipe. The strong, sweet scent of smoke ran through the camp and Terrence decided it was time to celebrate. They reached their destination safely, and with a little luck there would be more hooch available in the town. Terrence reached into the bag and pulled out two bottle ofs... something. The problem with salvaged liquor was you never knew what you were getting the labels had been worn, soaked, torn or faded off. He ensured the paper seal was still intact and opened the first bottle. A sweet, caramel odor crept out of the bottle. The crew offered their tin mugs and Terrence poured each of them a healthy couple of ounces of whatever it was that they were drinking. They all looked at each other, it was the typical test of manhood. Who would drink first and who would identify it? Sean was never one to back away. He tipped the pitted and dented mug back with a wince. He turned pink and sputtered looking desperately for water. He could only get out Sk... Sk... He choked Scotch! Guaah! He gasped for air. Scotch was always the nasty surprise. It was always stronger than everything else and it always burned like hellfire. He slammed his mug down on the table and cleared his throat, coughing into the crook of his arm. Terrence laughed and filled the mug with a little more - always the rewardpunishment for being the first to drink. The other bottle was a little tamer, being a rye whiskey in a short and stout bottle. The crew went to bed that night full of good cheer and a warmth they hadn't felt in days. The next morning was cold and far too bright for some of the team, especially a couple of the older men. Sean was in the middle in age, but he was too excited to see Anchorage to think about his hangover. The sun finally appeared over the mountain to the East and they broke camp, heading towards the salvage job.
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Terrence insisted on being the first to enter the town. He danced passed the Welcome to Anchorage Pop 230,909 sign. They all marveled at the idea of over 200,000 people living in tight concentration. They seldom came down here. This was the first attempt in nearly 6 years. The teams always made it here, but getting the goods back always seemed too much of a challenge. The rewards were not worth the effort. However, with the news of a container yard they decided they might be able to do some vehicle salvage and transport the goods back to Fairbanks. Perhaps they might even set up an outpost. Sean scanned the local area. He had a good instinct for what locations had good items and what didn't. There was no logical explanation. He simply knew by looking at a building that there was good items there. As they came into the town Sean had that experience again, but it was different. He noted that a couple of the houses had been recently inhabited. Then there they were, face to face with the other crew. Terrence walked up to the front, looking to see who the competition was. Damn, Renee. I was not expecting to see YOU here. The group watched as Renee and Terrence courted each other in an unmoving dance. Their eyes locked and Terrence nor Renee were willing to give ground. Terrence finally broke the silence. So it's the Screechers, huh? Looks like we're going to be working together. You know the rules. 10 marks per team. You mark your 10 containers and we mark ours. What's in em belongs to the team that marked em. I know you'll play by the rules Renee, but I better not catch your rookies making the mistake of crossing the Timberwolves. Sean knew that tomorrow was when the real competition would start. This was just jockeying. Terence would be mad that the Screechers beat them to Anchorage, but they would get over it. There was so much to find in the valley. He knew they were going to make a couple big hauls, but first they would have to find some food. There were a few warehouses on the other side of the river, and a lot of large complexes. He looked through a pair of abused Pentax binoculars and grinned broadly. They would all hold good stuff, but from where he sat there was one that stood out. It was the most raided warehouse in Fairbanks. Sean grinned and said one word. Costco. A grin flashed across Terence's face. They passed through without saying anything, taking up residence in a house three houses away from the screechers. Spying was part of the game, but with so much going on all of a sudden, there were other things to worry about.
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Sean watched from afar as Terence and Renee talked over the splitting of the territory and where their territory would line up. Sean hear the breakfast bell from the house down the road and realized it was his turn to be on breakfast duty. It was not going to be a good start to the day if the screechers were eating before the Timberwolves. Sean dressed quickly and ran the two blocks down to the river with a large water jug. The house had a wood-burning stove, a small blessing. At least he could get boiling water quickly. When breakfast was instant eggs, instant coffee and instant porridge, boiling water was all it took. When he got down to the river he saw the boat with the diving gear on it and concluded that the meeting had ended and the screechers were going to make their markings right away, something the Timberwolves should have been doing. Unfortunately, the Timberwolves came in a day late and there was nothing for it. He carried the water back up the hill, taking a break every half block. Carrying 30 gallons of water was no easy chore. He unloaded a water filtration device from the back of the sled and poured enough to get a few gallons of water boiling on the top of the stove. The water was sweet but had a bit of a mineral taste, perfect for a good cup of instant coffee. The water was boiling and he ran the bell come and get your space-food. He called out sardonically. He hated powdered food, but it was marginally better than starving. The porridge was alright, but the eggs made his stomach gurgle in disdain. As breakfast came to a close the team threw the paper bowls into the fire and they went in search of useable vehicles nearby, specifically a boat. Many of the boats were unusable condition, but a couple of aluminum car toppers seemed to be in good enough shape. One boat had a working outboard, which meant going would be slow. The teams would have to be towed across the river. In a couple months they would be able to walk across the river, but they needed to get started on picking their allotment of containers. Terence, when we get to land I am going to go to that Costco we saw from across the river. Is that within our claim? Terence looked over the map as their boat slugged across the river, towing two other boats and heading slightly upstream. It's close Sean, real close. I think we can make it work. Terence replied. Alright then, as long as I am clear with your permission there's no way I can get in shit for it! Sean chuckled. Sean had a nose for supplies and a Costco was always a great place for anything a person might need. It was likely that everything on the floor would be ruined, but the upper shelves could be a great source of powdered and canned foods. He just hoped the roads that led to the costco were clear enough to get by - and that they weren't guarded.