Sun scorches the ghost town. I strut out, Stetson low, boss now. No bra, tits free under red boa feathers. Jean shorts ride low, red thong peeking, ass swaying. His arm grips my waist, Benelli shotgun firm in his hand. My whip drags sand trails. We load the black-haired girl into the Cherokee. She’s out cold, angel face bruised.
His face? Boxer wreck. Swollen lips, busted nose, arcade burn. Neck screams pain. I check her pulse. Steady. He climbs the roof, eyes that gutted giant. Bald skull plated metal, scars everywhere, guts spilling stench. Vultures circle.
The Mutation
Engine rumble echoes. Dust cloud rises. I grab the wheel? No, he drives. I stand shotgun, Benelli ready. Five shells. Enough to terrify. We roll toward life in this dead zone. The Pussy’s sign flickers. Brothel dive. Pick-up unloads rusty barrels. Giant in overalls, burlap sack head, one bloodshot eye glaring. Axe hangs heavy. Chest heaves, burns cover arms.
Old blind man rocks on porch. Shotgun at feet. Pus leaks from empty sockets. Heart pounds. Fingers itch trigger. He stops the Jeep. Plays smart. ‘Sheriff’s dead.’ I hop out, gun leveled. ‘We want our cash.’ Old man rises, uses Benelli as cane. Joshua. Knows us. ‘Polly Jean Westwood? New sheriff?’ Grins yellow. ‘Enter. Rest.’ Lies? Maybe. But we need it.
Inside, maid in mini-skirt, smoky eyes. Beers cold. Pall Malls lit. Ether stink off him. Army experiments. Mutants. Mannequins in streets. We’re alike, he says. Rejects. Billy hauls girl upstairs. Room steams. Mirror cracked. Bed wrecked. Armoire packed: cuffs, dildos, whips, chains. Another girl, nurse outfit, blonde, groggy.
Maid whispers: ‘Save us.’ I nod. He promises. Jealousy flickers. Mine. Bath calls. I strip, fill tub pink salt water. He guards. Maid brings beans. He eats first. Test. I devour after. Safe. Window watch: Billy hauls barrels. Girl stirs.
The Exploit
I emerge naked, spinning, hips grinding air. Power surges. Mask cracks. No more good girl. Secret me unleashes. Send him to bath. I grip Benelli. He sinks in, moans relief. I join. Cig in his mouth. Sponge his back. Gun close.
Hand dives. Grip his cock. Sponge strokes harden him. Eyes lock. Kiss forehead. Legs straddle. Suck balls, tongue shaft. Deep throat mastery. He throbs. Rise, turn. Ass high. Impale slow. Control mine. Hips buck wild. Splash walls. Moan rips free.
Faster. His hands seize tits, squeeze brutal. I arch, bite fingers. Chienne hungry. He thrusts up. Climax crashes. I shatter first, he floods me violent. Temple cracks tile. Stay buried. Gaze back, wicked. Power pulses.
Slip free. Naked, dripping. Light cig. He kisses bush. Neck spirals us both? Secret brands. Dress slow. Back to world. Stronger. Unseen fire burns. They wait below. Girls need saving. Cash calls. Vegas dreams. But this hunger? Eternal. I rule shadows.