Chapter 1: Bartertown
You can get anything you want in Bartertown. On the fringes of the wasteland and surrounded by barbed wire and a gate of scrap, it's one of the last bastions of civilization in the western lowlands. Beyond the walls are the irradiated and the damned; those that have suffered and still rot in the aftermath of the great war. The only thing that stands between the last survivors of humanity and the horrors of the darkness are those willing to dedicate their life to service. Samantha Collins is one of few. Nothing happens in Bartertown without her knowing. When Mad Maxine is in town, Sam has her hands full to say the least.
Sam strode through the swinging doors of BabyDoll's Boutique with conviction. She wore skintight denim pants with leather leggings and a form fitting mesh pouch sewn into the crotch to accommodate her heavy cock and balls. In the new world dickgirls were among the few of those that were immune to poisons that saturated the air. Some said they were the next step in evolution. Sam counted herself one of the lucky ones. A big, beautiful cock and heavy cum-filled balls were lusted after by many of the deviants she looked after. Her six-foot five-inch frame and buzz-cut flat-top of platinum blonde hair paired with big upthrust tits and a rock-hard fuck-bubble of an ass only added to the alure of the well-known Valkyrie goddess. The fact that she was a crack shot and could brawl with the most brutal was icing on the cake. Everyone in town wanted her as much as feared her. BabyDoll was by far her favorite.
As she made her way to the bar, her gorgeous rack straining behind a tight-fitting white wife-beater and her high-heeled combat boots thunking loudly on the floorboards, BabyDoll looked up with a lip licking smile from behind the bar. She was the color of milk chocolate with a gorgeous body of her own; long brown hair with highlights kissed by the sun that cascaded down her shoulders in crimped waves. She wore a bustier of white leather that pushed her ebony titties up and out on display, each charcoal black nipple pierced with a gold barbell. She wore open toed heels that gave her five foot four inch frame a good five inches extra, and her pretty black dick was held in place by a white cotton thong that coddled the length of her meat while leaving plenty of flesh revealed at the sides. In back it was barely more than a shoestring separating her thick buns, and when she bent over it left her puckered opening on display, peeking out from around the corners of the material as if teasing the onlooker with promises of the satiny-sweet insides of BabyDoll's incredible ebony ass.
"I heard 'Trouble' is in town." Sam began, sliding her ass onto one of BabyDoll's prized velvet barstools and resting her elbows on the bar. At her side Sam's cannon was still clipped into its holster and hung low from her hip; an ancient revolver that she'd reworked to carry a spindle within a spindle with six shots in the inner cylinder and an additional twelve in the outer. She called the gun a Valkyrie, playing off the word most used to describe herself.
"If you mean Max, then yes." BabyDoll smirked, moving as close to Sam as the bar between them would allow and reaching out to take her lover's hand. Their fingers intertwined as they shared a moment, Sam's bright blue eyes like liquid sapphires verses BabyDoll's Golden-brown orbs that danced with the firelight of her hot-blooded temper. "She took two of my girls upstairs after she downed the best of my whiskey. She's balls deep in a quivering pink hole at the moment. You planning on barging in on her... maybe joining the fun?"
Sam grinned, enjoying the wicked thought. She and Maxine didn't always see eye to eye, but most dickgirls found a common ground with one another. Some said it was a kind of pheromone that they put off. It made their cocks fat and their assholes wet with desire. It was hard to be enemies when you desperately wanted to fuck one another on a biological level.
"You know she's bad news." Sam said plainly, arching one eyebrow to emphasize her point. "She blows into town with whatever treasure she finds out there in the wastes, then causes enough havoc to get her gorgeous ass kicked back out until the whole process can start all over again. If she weren't such a good resource, I would have banned her by now myself."
"No, you wouldn't have." BabyDoll countered with a blushing grin. "You know you love her. Say what you will about her short fuse and lack of grace. She always comes through for us when we need her. Besides, she fucks like a freight train. I remember the last time she came home with us. FUCK! We must have wrecked each other's assholes for a solid two days before we had our fill. We wallowed in one another's cum like we were drunk on it."
Sam blushed. "She did show up to help us fight off Billy Burke and his Badlands Bandits last season." She added.
"And had time to bang my big black booty as a bonus, Baby." BabyDoll added with a giggle, joining Sam as they shared a knowing chuckle. "She's like family, and she showed up with a trunk full of medicine and old army rations this time around, just so you know. She said she wanted to see you when you were available. She said she has a business proposition for us."
"Lord. I can only imagine." Sam rolled her eyes, but let the thought drift off as she tilted her head to take in the beautiful set of black tits before her and the ebony goddess attached to them. "She'll likely be a while. I don't see a lot of customers this time of day. Maybe I could talk to you about a little business in the back room of our own."
BabyDoll felt her face flush as a hungry grin began to form. With the flip of a hand, she called over one of her girls; a sexy young pussygirl punk named Roxie who wore a bright pink mohawk swept over to one side. Roxie looked to BabyDoll like a mother figure, as most of the girls did. She and Sam looked after the town's girls like family, when they weren't slamming their battering-ram cocks' balls deep inside them with equal affection.
Roxie took over the bar with a knowing grin as Sam guided BabyDoll into the back room. They stopped as the door swung shut behind them and Sam whipped her black lover around to face her. At once she covered Baby's wet mouth with her own and parted her lips with a spit-soaked tongue. As they kissed, Sam took hold of BabyDoll's panty and tore it away, the thick black meat inside flopping free against her thighs as Sam slid one hand under one of Baby's heavy balls, coddling the overfilled cum-tank with tenderness as she backed her right up into a stack of barrels and pinned her in place.
BabyDoll groaned as she ran her hands up along Sam's back, finding the back of her neck and delving into the peach fuzz of Sam's hair with her long French-tipped nails. With her other hand she reached around, groping Sam's ass and digging her fingers into the soft flesh like talons, pulling her in close as a flood of sugary spit flowed back and forth between their lips with such intensity that it began to leak down their chins like hot nectar.
Despite being just two of the many dickgirls that had settled in Bartertown, Sam and Baby had formed a much deeper connection. Monogamy wasn't a concept that had survived the war and the wasteland mentality that followed, and they both fucked who they liked but they shared a deep and intense love for each other that was far beyond the physical. As Sam fucked her tongue in and out of Baby's lips and Baby nursed it like she was dying of thirst they moved with each other like every soft caress and tender nudge was a part of some erotic dance they had practiced so many times before.
With Baby's heavy black dick free, it began to rise and swell at Sam's touch. Even limp, a dickgirls cock was enormous compared to any man and Baby's heavy cock was bigger than most. As she grew thick with desire the slick wet of her knob and several inches of dick-flesh emerged from her black sheath, a slightly lighter color and drooling copious amounts of precum that began to flow down her veiny length like rivers of honey.
Sam slid her hand up from her lovers low hanging balls and took hold of the meat between them, groaning at the weight of it even as she broke their kiss and squatted down to better have at the delicious fuck-meat she so craved. Just shy of twenty yummy chocolate inches of glistening muscle, Baby's dick bulged and jerked in both of Sam's hands as the blonde amazon became a fuck hungry carnivore and assaulted the first few inches of meat with her mouth.
"Oh FUCK!" Baby threw her head back as she reached down behind her with both hands, grabbing hold of the rim of a heavy barrel behind her. She felt her knees go week as she spread her legs wide and closed her eyes, the scalding hot pleasure of Sam's lips sliding down the length of her cock so intense that she had to bite her own lip to keep from flooding her lover's mouth with cum too soon.
Sam craned her neck, moving her body into a position where she could steer as much of Baby's meat into her mouth as was possible. Her neck bulged at the obscene thickness of it, and she groaned in torment as she desperately tried to swallow the entire length of what was given her. With both hands at Baby's root, she began to twist them in opposite directions, aided by the slick spit and pre-cum drooling down to the length of her lovers dick.
Soon Baby's hand found the back of Sam's head, fingers taking hold of the short hair as best she could as she forced Sam's pussy of a mouth down onto her dick even further. She knew her lover well and had sheathed the full length of her black meat in Sam so many times that she knew she could take it all. Sam's frothing lips made beautiful fuck-bubbles where they were stretched around Baby's meat, and as she looked down into her lover's eyes their connection returned, an unspoken assurance that Sam's mouth was just a cunt for Baby's cock to fuck.
