Tyranny And Other Addictions Ch 01

Hey everyone, this is the first part of what I hope will be a long series. If you're looking for sex, you're at the right place. If you're looking for sex on the first page, I'm afraid you won't find any. I promise that there's sex, even in this chapter, and it'll only get hotter and more deviant with new chapters. But for now, I need to set the stage a bit and I hope you will allow me to.

Thank you. —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marcus was annoyed. This wasn't the deal. He'd made it clear that he wasn't open to negotiations. Remy had promised. Typical, he thought.

."I'm starting to wonder if we should ever do any business," he said to Remy.

."Hey, you know how it is. I try my best," Remy replied, unfazed by Marcus.

."Do you, though?"

."You know I do. All deals can't go the way you want, Marc."

."Yeah, I only need the deals that go through to go my way."

."It's a gun. It works. You get some ammo. I mean, what's not to like?"

."It's a shit gun. The barrel's been chopped off. There's not nearly enough ammo."

."You want a mint gun? You go to East of the bridge, friend."

."Yeah, right," Marc smiled. As if that was ever going to happen.

."I'm not asking for mint but this one could kill me just as easily as it could kill a deer," snapped Marc.

."And there will be a place for you in heaven, Marc," Remy said with a smile.

."I like building my heaven here."

."Yes, the tent is fabulous."

."It's mine. I don't owe anyone. That's one step up and you know it."

."Yeah. Well, if you're not buying, I'm leaving," Remy said, putting the gun and the ammunition back in the bag. It was only five in the evening. A sale was still possible.

."Leave. And don't come back," Marc said. He stood up. He'd taken time off work to come here. Anaya wouldn't be happy if we went back empty handed. ."All this for nothing," he thought to himself.

The return to work would take at least an hour. The new pathways they'd created were a huge help. People no longer needed to follow tree marks. Ten years ago, the same path was a day's travel. The entire tribe had pitched in to do the work. It had taken them two months and Anaya was instrumental in the process.

She'd come up with the plan, arranged for all the implements, and helped throughout the process. She didn't have to. She was already doing a lot. But she'd said that true leaders are workers first.

Anaya was young for the role. She was only thirty or so years old but there was no question that she was the real leader among them. For the first time in a long while, there was no opposition when it came to picking the leader. It had to be Anaya. It was obvious to every single one in the tribe. And she'd lived up to everyone's expectations.

Marc was in awe of this young lady. He was fifty five years old and had seen a lot happen in his life but he'd never come across someone quite like Anaya. He respected the young woman a lot.

As he walked back, he decided that there was no point in lying to her. He'd own up to his mistake and face whatever repercussions followed. The sun was starting to go down. Walking around here after dark wasn't a good idea. The danger was just way too high.

Marc retrieved his knife, just in case. The real danger wasn't big animals, though. Marc knew that. It was the creepy crawlies. The spiders, the arachnids, the snakes — these were the ones that got you.

But there was nothing to worry, though, because in the distance, Marc could see the incline. It was not very steep and neither was it very long but it was a little marker. From the beginning of the incline, the tribe was only a five minute walk away.

There was a spring in his step as soon as he spotted the incline. Marc walked quicker. He wanted to get to the tribe, speak to Anaya, and head back to his tent. He wanted to get back to his wife. He wanted to spend the evening with her, looking at the sun going down. He wanted to have dinner with her. And then, he wanted to bed her.

Even though Emily was forty five years old, most people couldn't tell. She looked stunning, to say the least. A petite blonde, she'd been the crush of many a young man, including Marc. She was just twenty two when her family came to the tribe. Her parents were neither healthy nor were they well off. Emily was the breadwinner, she was the labour, and she'd provided for her parents from the start.

Marc remembered how she looked in those early days. She was a tall girl, that was the first thing he'd noticed about her. 5'9," she'd proudly declared. She had brown eyes and blonde hair. And she smiled readily. Marc thought of how he'd look at her from a distance and wonder if she would be his some day.

Eventually, they'd become friends. They were both working to create the tribe's fence and had bonded. To this day, he remembered their first kiss. It was around this time — the sun was going down, they'd just finished the day's work, and were sitting together, having drink.

As she was looking at the sky, Marc's eyes were on her. He was taking in the beauty next to him. He was staring at her breasts, the way they seemed to rest beneath her top. How her nipples were pointing out, affording him enough of a view to imagine how they'd look.

."You've got to kiss first, you know," she'd remarked. Turns out, she was watching him perv over her.

They'd kissed right there and later in the night, they'd made love inside Marc's rented tent. The New World marriage wasn't very elaborate but they'd done it anyway and twenty three years later, he still had a massive crush on her. They still fucked like bunnies whenever they got the chance.

As he entered the fence of his tribe, his thoughts shifted to the failed mission of the day. He passed the tents and moved towards the centre of the settlement. The conversation was going to be difficult, he knew that. But there was nothing that he could have done. At least, that was going to be his defence.

He entered the office of the tribe. Office was a bit of an overstatement. It was a slightly larger building than the tents. It could house twenty people or half of the tribe in case they needed shelter, and more importantly, this was where Anaya worked. Marcus found her sitting down, on the floor. The floor was simply a metal sheet on which they'd laid out a few large cloths.

As he got closer, Anaya looked up. For a young woman, Anaya looked mature. She even had a few creases on her face, mostly because of the stress of the job. She had a round face and full lips. Marc wasn't one for appreciating eyes but those green eyes were a thing of beauty. They weren't bright green. They were light and faded. It was as if her eyes contained all the sadness that the world had gone through in the last three hundred years or so.

."It was a bust, then," she said, looking him in the eye.

."How'd you know?" Marc asked, sitting down next to her.

."You're not jumping around in joy."

."I'm not."

."Remy isn't reliable. I told you. Several times," she said, in a very flat tone.

."You did."

."Don't tell me you paid him."

."Of course not."

."Okay, so it's not all completely bad."

."There are only so many traders who'll accept this, Anaya," he said, handing her the Shrine coins. Tensions between the Shrine and the East were pretty high, at the moment. And given that most guns came from the East, traders had been refusing to accept Shrine coins for them. Nowhere to spend it on, they often complained.

Small independent tribes were getting caught in the fire. They belonged to neither countries and simply wanted to live. But given that they were small tribes, they had to rely on the countries to some extent. This little fight that the countries were indulging in was a huge problem for the independent tribes.

Anaya held one of the Shrine coins between her index finger and thumb. She put it in front of her face and rolled the coin backwards and forwards.

."You've got to find a way, Marcus," she said.

."I know. This is my bad," Marc admitted.

."It is. So, you better fix it. Now, come with me," she said, getting up.

Marcus followed the young leader. She was wearing the traditional dress for the leader. A simple orange robe that covered her from her shoulders to her knees. Marcus had never behaved inappropriately with her but he was acutely aware of how beautiful this young woman was.

They passed a small door to enter the ammunition room or at least, what was left of it. It had been ten years since it was restocked and what was once a full room was now reduced to about five guns, one of which was badly malfunctioning. It had been twenty years since the Shrine and East decided to cut off ties. For the first ten years or so, the rivalry was just on paper.

Since the last ten years, though, the tensions had escalated. No one quite knew what caused the escalation but the effects were brutal. The bridge, which was a great symbol of unity was now deserted, with guards on either side. There was practically no trade and for independent tribes, life had become hell. Shrine Coins and The East Stamps, which were once interchangeable were now worthless, depending on where you showed up with them.

Protecting a small tribe like Marcus' was becoming more and more difficult by the day.

As Marcus stared at the barren room, he wondered where it all went wrong.

Anaya walked over to the far end of the room, where the tribe's safe was kept. Ari, a young lad of about 25 years was stationed right in front of it. While no one would even think of stealing, Anaya said that symbols mattered and a safe must always be guarded.

."Will you wait for us outside, Ari?" Anaya asked and Ari immediately left the room. He nodded at Marc on his way out.

."Take a look at this," she said, gesturing to Marc to join her. This was odd. People weren't usually allowed near the safe. Marc hurried over to the safe and peeked inside.

For a moment, it seemed like a joke. Marc was expressionless. He turned to Anaya and back to the safe. As the horror of it all dawned on him, he turned back to Anaya.

."That's it?" he asked her, his face almost turning white.

."That's all there is," Anaya replied. Her beautiful face took on a somber look. Her eyes fell to the floor for a second, before she looked back up.

."Ari doesn't even know what he's guarding," she remarked, looking Marcus in the eye.

Marcus looked inside the safe again. The safe had five horizontal partitions and each of these were filled with Shrine coins bar the center rack. There, they stored the East Stamps. It had been ages since anyone looked at the safe. The last time Marcus saw it was almost ten years ago. There were three full racks of East Stamps.

Now, though, the center rack was almost empty. It contained four Stamps. That's all. That was all that there was.

The tribe of the Fulleans was bankrupt.

."Tell me we have more," Marc said.

."Nope. That's all that we're left with," Anaya replied, looking at Marcus.

."Anaya, what the fuck are we going to do?"

."Well, we have nothing to worry about when it comes to food and tents and stuff like that. The products of the East — yeah, I don't know what we're going to do about that," she said, closing the safe.

."So, you understand why Shrine coins matter now. We've got to find a way to buy guns and ammo with these coins," she continued, leading Marcus away from the room.

Marcus followed his leader outside the office. They were standing in the center of the tribe, familiar faces smiling and nodding at them. As they exited the office, Ari went back inside.

."Does anyone know?" he whispered to Anaya.

."Nobody," she replied, smiling at one of the tribesmen.

."What are we going to do?"

."That, Marcus, I'm leaving up to you. I need at least eight guns and ammo to go with them. And I want them within a month. Use as many Coins as you need," Anaya declared, as she waved at one of the kids. The little kid was Ari's cousin and ran up to Anaya, who lifted the little girl up in the air, making her laugh loudly.

There was nothing to laugh for Marcus. He stood behind his leader and considered his options or the lack thereof. In the last ten years, he could think of exactly zero incidents where Coins were used to buy guns.

."The Shrine prohibits guns," he said to Anaya, as she held the girl up in the air.

."It does," Anaya replied, still looking at the girl, laughing with her.

."So?"

Anaya put the girl down and patted her on the head. The girl laughed and ran away. Anaya turned to Marcus.

."Get it done, Marcus. This is your thing, isn't it?"

."Not for the last ten years."

."Time to get back in the game, I guess," she said and walked away.

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Marcus walked back to his tent, unsure of what to make of the conversation that he'd just had. For the first time, he doubted Anaya. How could she think that they could pull this off? He hadn't been in the spy game in a decade and that decade happened to be one of the more consequential ones. Things had changed and they'd changed quite radically. There was no trade, there was outright animosity, and if you were to believe it, there were even rumors that there was a fight on the way.

There was no way that he could get back in the game now. No way.

He looked around and saw his tribe. This little tribe of independents who'd survived for 150 years, without siding with anyone. As the light from the sun started to give way to the darkness, he saw lamps being lit. The Shrine wasn't running out of oil, thankfully.

Everyone knew that Stamps were in short supply but no one knew the extent of the problem. Marcus understood why Anaya hadn't spoken about it. There was nothing that they could do about the problem. They'd simply have to find a way to live without it. There wasn't much to be gained by letting that information out now and causing a panic.

But all of that was tomorrow's problem, though, because Marcus had just spotted his wife. There she was, just outside their metal tent, sitting on a log, with drink in her hand. Right next to her was an empty log, a little mug, and that was all that Marc needed.

Marcus walked over to his wife, her smile his greatest joy, and planted a kiss.

."How'd it go?" she asked him, as he took his seat.

."Bust," he replied, taking a swig of his drink.

."Well, it is what it is," she replied. A classic Emily line, Marcus thought.

It was one of the many things that he liked about his wife. She didn't stress over things that she couldn't control. She seemed to brave life with a smile, unlike him.

Marcus didn't want to get into details about what happened with Anaya. There was time for that. For now, he simply wanted to sit by his wife and so he did. They watched the last rays of the sun go down, their little lantern the only source of light. He looked across and he could see a few other lights in the distance. Little families, making the best out of what they had.

."They say that back in the day, entire streets would be full of lights," Emily remarked, eventually.

."Yeah, electricity. I know. They say the Shrine still has a way of using it. Apparently only the Monk can use it," he replied.

."The East, too."

."Of course. They love stuff like this. Before things went bad, there were reports that they were very close to creating an entire grid. You know, like, electricity lights for everyone.".

."That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

."I don't know. The Old World fell because of stupid things like that."

."I guess. I think there was more to it, though, you know?"

."I'm just glad that it isn't there anymore."

."I think I'd like it."

."Too bad you're stuck with this old man."

."Old? You certainly didn't seem old yesterday night," Emily said, turning towards Marcus with a naughty grin.

Marcus loved Emily. She was perfect. She looked like a goddess. She was a caring wife and a rock when things were difficult. But the thing that Marcus loved most of all was how horny she was. She had made him cum in ways that he'd never thought were possible. She'd shown him things that would make prostitutes shy. She could make him hard just with a few words, like she'd done now.

."Want to head inside and see if you have to reconsider?" he asked, grinning.

."I'm sure I won't have to reconsider but how about we check, just in case?" she said, getting up.

Marcus followed his wife eagerly and slammed the metal door shut as soon as they were inside. He'd brought the lantern inside and they could faintly make out their bed in the corner of the tent.

Marc effortlessly lifted his wife, walked over to the bed, and rested her on it. Emily wasted no time. She immediately unzipped Marc's trousers and pulled them down, revealing his thick cock. He wasn't fully hard, yet.

She took his cock in her hand and kissed it, drawing a moan from her husband.

."I've missed you, big man," she said, looking at his cock and wrapped it around her lips. It was less than twenty four hours ago that they'd fucked but Marcus knew her appetite. He wasn't surprised. He let her enjoy his cock for a while.

Emily sucked on her husband's cock with enthusiasm. She could feel him getting hard in her mouth. She loved that feeling. When he was fully hard, she took his cock out of her mouth and started licking it. There was something about pleasing him this way that made her extremely wet. She took a moment to remove the dress she was wearing, leaving her completely naked and then she got back to the business at hand.

Her tongue went down her husband's hard cock to his balls. She brought out her saliva and drooled it all over his balls and used her tongue to spread it around. Marcus was grunting; he approved. She went lower, her tongue now playing with the base of his scrotum, balancing it on her mouth, almost playing with it.

Marcus held her by the hair and pulled her back. He took his cock and slapped her pretty face with it, his wife smiling at him. He pushed her on the bed and as he was getting on top of her, she stopped him.

."I want it there," she said, a mischievous smile on her face. Before Marc could fully understand what she was asking, she turned around, got on all fours, and pushed her ass out.

."God I love you," he said and held her by the hips. His wife had beautiful, shapely hips. He grabbed them and rested a hand on top of her butt. He gently ran his finger over her crack, making her moan. He went past her asshole and stopped at her pussy. She was wet. He applied a little pressure at her opening without going in. Emily pushed her hips back even further.

."You're such a slut," he remarked as he pushed a finger inside her pussy.

."Oh God," she moaned loudly, as her husband began working his magic with his finger. Marcus knew her body extremely well and knew exactly how to make her cum. He pushed his finger deep inside her pussy and started fingering her. Emily couldn't help but move her hips against his fingers.

."One more," she moaned.

."Beg for it," he said, sternly. He knew the effect it had on her.

."One more, Sir. Please," she pleaded, practically humping his finger.

Marcus obliged. He pushed another finger inside her pussy and started moving it just the way she liked it. With his other hand, he started to rub her asshole. Emily's moans grew louder. He spit on her asshole and spread it around her pink little hole. He could see her opening up. His fingers began to move faster, turning his wife's moans to light screams.

."Fuck yes... faster, baby," she begged him. Marcus knew his wife was close. He went faster, while his other hand fondled her asshole. He pressed on it, as if he was trying to go in, but he didn't. He kept teasing her until his wife was screaming.