As with part 2, this will make more sense and be more believable if you read the previous parts first. The warnings about the non-consensual nature of the story still apply, particularly relating to the prospect of forced impregnation. Scarlett, I hope Henrik meets your fantasy requirements :)
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As Scarlett emerged into the beating sun, she immediately felt and saw the predatory looks. A vivid mental image came to her mind of nature documentaries on TV before the apocalypse hit. A single lone female in heat, surrounded by sex-starved males.
She had never been that bothered by nature documentaries overall, but these particular scenes had transfixed her; now that she had broken free of the societal constraints against sexual freedom, she readily admitted to herself that she had always envied the lone, vulnerable female.
To be put in the same situation was deeply erotic for her.
Although,
she thought to herself with a tingle of pleasure,
a better analogy is a pack of beta-males with an alpha-male that has already claimed the female. The pack are circling, but I know they won't violate me unless and until the pack leader permits it.
As if on cue, Henrik emerged behind her, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face: "After the night that Scarlett has had, she is free to make her own bargains and side-transactions until 6pm tonight, at which time her actions will once again be directed by me."
Henrik's clear implication that he had fucked her all night gave her a degree of protection, even as she felt a dull ache of disappointment that it wasn't true. He didn't even need to imply his unsaid second sentence; Scarlett knew that Henrik's iron grip on the community meant that until 6pm she would only be violated by hands, tongues and cocks that she invited to do so.
Acutely aware of how exposed her nipples were in the jumper dress, she walked away from the safety of Henrik's hut, pulse racing as she did so, watching men watching her.
Water then food, I think.
But as she walked, she felt the jumper dress rub against the wounds on her wrists from the attempted rape on the boat a couple of days before. Looking down, she saw the angry, red, broken skin and realised with a sense of trepidation that there was no way she could afford to get an infection out here - it could kill her.
So, parched and famished as she was, she reluctantly focused first on antiseptic cream. In walking away from the site of her initiation yesterday, she had seen an open door to a hut with some bandages and some boxes of medical supplies visible inside, so she headed there now.
The door was closed, and a middle-aged, athletic man was sitting outside eating breakfast. He looked up languidly at her approach, and then his head snapped to attention as he saw Scarlett walking directly towards him. He didn't even make an effort to engage eye contact, staring alternately at her clearly outlined aerolae and the subtle outlines of her pussy, the latter partially but not fully masked by two sheer layers of clothing.
Before a word had been spoken between them, the man's rather average cock had lifted away from his seat and was rapidly hardening. With images of Henrik's beast of a penis thoroughly lodged in her head, Scarlett couldn't help dismissing this cock as inadequate, but she knew that she needed the man in possession of it.
Swallowing down her contempt at his total lack of interest in meeting her eyes, she reluctantly made her request: "Are you a doctor? Can you help me with my wrists?"
As she said this Scarlett was forced to lean down in front of the man, holding both wrists out in front of her to show him what she meant. This had the effect of pressing her breasts together and pushing them against the almost-see-through jumper. The result was obscene, with her large nipples straining against the fabric only inches from his face.
The doctor made no effort whatsoever to inspect her wrists, he was thoroughly engrossed in inspecting what was in front of his eyes. Scarlett's instinctive reaction was to slap him; she only just stopped herself from doing so by reminding herself how dependent she was on his supplies.
Swallowing down her indignation and contempt, Scarlett waited in position for the doctor to have his fill of her full breasts, obscenely on display. To an observer it wouldn't be in the least bit surprising that a man like the doctor would take this lack of reaction as an invitation, but in the moment Scarlett was surprised and horrified when he then reached up and grabbed both breasts in his hands. On instinct Scarlett shrank back, seething inside.
"Oh, so you don't need my help any more?" the doctor leered, smugly.
Scarlett sensed the bind she was in. She couldn't afford to allow her wrists to get infected, and she had no idea where else she would get any antiseptic cream from.
Hell, I don't even know if he has any cream. But what choice do I have?
Gritting her teeth and allowing herself the only small act of defiance that she could think of, she refused to respond to the doctor's smug question. Nevertheless, against every desire in her body she leant back in and allowed him to once again grasp her breasts.
The shock of his assault had shaken her out of her perpetually horny state and her nipples had rapidly softened. Knowing the power he now had over her, the doctor took each nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and rolling it painfully. Scarlett's disgust at the man in front of her increased as she endured the discomfort and pain in seething silence.
But with mounting horror, she recognised the telltale signs of her nipples responding to the brutal assault on them. Unbeknownst to him, the doctor was attacking them in exactly the way that got Scarlett going, right down to the lack of consent and the intense dislike of the perpetrator.
As her nipples once again hardened the doctor smiled in satisfaction, even as Scarlett burned with shame. He continued to toy with them, alternately flicking and pinching them as hard as he liked. As the pain increased, so did the heat and juices in her pussy. But her sexual fire was an angry one and she raged against the lust that she was starting to feel.
Eventually, the doctor had had his fill of abusing her body and he turned his attention to her wrists. "Aha, I have just the thing."
Standing up, his meagre erection bouncing in front of him, he scurried into his hut and emerged very soon afterwards brandishing an old and slightly leaking tube of Germolene.
"We found this and a few other medicines about a week ago on an abandoned raft floating a couple of miles away. It was this haul that finally convinced me that Henrik's use of the drone is worth it."
Scarlett dreaded the next part of the conversation, but knew there was no escape. Bracing herself to have a deeply unsatisfying experience with the very average cock invading her pussy, she asked: "And what do you want for it?"
"Well I fucked you yesterday during the initiation, and I have no doubt I'll be fucking you regularly. So instead today you're going to suck my cock and swallow my cum."
Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief. A cock was a cock after all, and she had never tasted cum that she didn't find delicious. Added to that, if she was sucking him she wouldn't need to interact with him in any other way.
With an eagerness that surprised even her, she pushed the man back into his chair and fell to her knees, engulfing the head of his cock with her lips.
The sooner I make him cum, the less time I have to spend in his presence.
Nevertheless as the familiar sensation of a warm, rigid shaft filled her mouth she found her anger dissipating and her body responding sexually to this act, however impersonal. She bobbed her head up and down, gratified to hear the groan of desire from the doctor and engrossing herself in the taste of pre-cum.
As her thoughts slowed and her body took over, she pushed her head down, easily nestling her nose against the doctor's pubic bone, before lifting her head slowly and grazing her teeth along his shaft, just as Jeff loved her doing. She was rewarded by another groan from the doctor: "oh fuck yes, do that again."
As she did so, she felt the tell-tale hardening of the cock in her mouth and soon afterwards she eagerly swallowed the doctor's warm cum. True to his word, he applied the antiseptic cream to her wrists, not forgetting to slap her ass as she walked away. All her anger returned in an instant and she vowed to avoid getting sick at all costs so that she didn't need to bargain with him again.
Now water, and fast,
she thought to herself. She really was quite parched and hadn't seen any obvious stores of water.
But everyone must have access to it or the community wouldn't survive.
Well aware that the sun was once again high in the sky, she made a quick decision and returned to the centre of the community, where a large fire pit had been constructed.
Inevitably, wherever she went an ever-increasing group of men followed, and so as she built up her courage for what she knew she needed to do next a crowd formed around her all looking lustfully at her exposed body.
"I need a regularly supply of water," she announced loudly. "I am prepared to offer my body to one or more of you in exchange for that supply."
An excited murmur went up through the crowd. About 12 men immediately stepped forward. Scanning the dozen or so men, she picked out five with the most impressive cocks. On a whim, she decided not to go for mere size (she was still determined that she would have her fill of a huge cock once she broke Henrik's resistance). Instead, she picked out the men that she was immediately drawn to sexually.
"You, you, you, you and you. Stand over here please. Tell me why I should pick you."
The first man responded: "I have an existing arrangement where I get 10 litres a day in exchange for my mechanical skills. I will offer you 3 litres of my 10 in exchange for a daily fuck."
Scarlett's heart sank; 3 litres was barely enough to survive on, especially in this heat. Several of the other men offered something similar and, despite her burgeoning desire for their cocks on display, she knew that she needed to hold out for a better bargain. Two of the men offered something more promising; they each had a rainwater harvesting setup on their roof and were prepared to offer her half of whatever they harvested.
