Bey

Author’s Note:
This is an unedited, ongoing serial that will eventually be published in novel form. Plot/characters/elements are subject to change as it is being written. It’s currently in 1st person/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below.

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi
Tags: prostitution, graphic sex, large age gap, violence, theft, drug/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, gang rape, cannibalism, murder, incest, child/infant death and abuse, general abuse, (more to be added as the story goes)

• Part One
• Part Two
• Part Three
• Part Four
• Part Five
• Part Six
• Part Seven
• Part Eight
• Part Nine
• Part Ten
• Part Eleven
• Part Twelve
• Part Thirteen
• Part Fourteen
• Part Fifteen
• Part Sixteen

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A few weeks later, Apple and I are at the bar down the street, sitting up against the stage, watching the performance. I’ve got a cold can of beer in front of me, and Apple is sipping at a candy-coloured drink, the straw twisted down to reach his lips as he rests his head on his arms, his single sleepy eye on the stage. It’s become a habit for him to join me for a drink after my shift ends, no matter how late it is. I got lucky, picking up some work as a bouncer. It’s easy work and the pay’s all right and I get to drink for free—I call that a win.

I sigh and wearily lean back in my chair, squinting up at the performers. Centre stage is a man restrained in a low chair, his legs spread wide to show off the large plug in his ass. A matching pair of flat-chested purple-haired girls in nothing but towering heels and tattoos are taking turns sucking up some blue liquid into novelty sized plastic syringes and injecting it into the man’s bladder via his pisshole. They’ve already emptied the syringe three times. When the the fourth goes into the moaning, twitching man, his belly is already so distended he looks like he’s going to burst.

My own bladder twinges in sympathy.

The twins fill and empty the syringe a few more times before one of them slips a thick metal rod into the guy’s dick.

“Someone’s going to lose an eye if that thing comes flying out,” I say, then frown and glance quickly over at my companion. “Uh… Sorry.”

Apple’s brow is deeply furrowed, but it doesn’t look like he heard me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Mm… I think I’m gonna to head back to the room,” he says, yawning. “You coming?”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” I help him to his feet and peck a kiss on his forehead. I haven’t been paid yet for tonight and we need that to eat tomorrow.

I’m on my way out a few minutes later when something stops me in my tracks. Nearly shrouded in shadows, a man has a woman up against the wall and from the way she’s fighting him, I figure she isn’t a willing participant. I rub my jaw, scowling. I’m not on the clock, but I can’t very well just leave the poor woman to defend herself, now can I?

Squaring my shoulders, I approach the pair and clear my throat. The woman’s eyes are wide and frightened above the hand covering her mouth, her nostrils flaring in time with her rapid breathing.

“What’s going on here?” I ask.

“Mind yer damn business,” growls the man. He’s got his dick out, a stubby little thing in his callused fist, but it looks like he hasn’t had time to stick it in her yet. The woman, taking advantage of his distraction, jerks to the side hard, freeing her face from the man’s hand.

“Help me!”

Well, that settles it. I grab the man by the back of the neck and smash his head against the rockrete wall. He struggles in my grasp, nearly slipping free, so I crack his head on the wall a few more times for good measure. The man slides to the floor in a heap, unconscious… maybe dead? I nudge him with my boot—no, not dead. His breath sounds slushy through the wreckage, but it’s there. I lift my eyes.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Thanks to you.” The woman gives me a relieved smile and my god—she is absolutely stunning. Thick, dark hair frames her fine boned face. She has a small mouth, but her lips are plump, the top one slightly fuller than its mate. Her nose is wide and set close to her face, the tip perfectly round, and above that are eyes that are so large and luminous, the pupils as black as space, that I start to feel dazed the longer I stare into them.

“I uh…” I say, glancing down to free myself from those dazzling eyes, and end up more flummoxed than before. Her blue wraparound dress had come undone in her struggles and it’s now hanging open, displaying a body that just takes the breath from me. The unblemished, creamy skin, long shapely legs, and soft mound of belly are enough to make my pulse race, but below her dark pubic hair shaved into the shape of a heart, she has the most beautiful, perfect little pink penis I’ve ever seen.

I stare, unable to shift my gaze for an embarrassingly long time. Finally, I reach out, wanting nothing more than to gently cradle her diminutive cock in my palm, but I just pull her dress closed. Spell now broken, I finally raised my head, my eyes lingering for a moment on the full breasts that round out the thin silky cloth, her nipples clearly outlined, then find myself awestruck once again by her beautiful eyes.

“I… yeah, glad to help,” I mumble.

She licks her lips to moisten them. Fucking hell. My dick is trying to burst out the front of my pants.

“It was stupid of me to come unarmed,” she says in a voice like velvet. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Yeah.” I shrug, scratching the back of my neck.

“I was supposed to meet my brother here but I— Oh, there he is,” she says, smiling at someone over my shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” The man looks familiar, but I can’t put my finger on why. He puts his arm around the woman.

“This man came to my rescue,” she says, her smile slipping a little as her brother’s hand slides down from her waist to grasp one plump butt cheek. “Some asshole had me backed in a corner.”

“Fucking hell. Ekoria, are you ok?” I look away as he pulls her in to kiss those full lips. “Are you hurt?”

She glances at me, her smile tense with obvious embarrassment over her brother’s displays of affection. “I’m fine, Darjun. Really.” She lets out a small laugh, pushing him away.

“Oh hey, I know you!” the man says with a grin when he turns to me and in that instant I recognize him too. The guy with the kind eyes I sucked off after my panic attack. “Thank you, my friend. What can I do to repay you?”

“It’s nothing.” I wave him off, wanting to get back to Apple and Pytre, but then he says, “Ekoria gives killer head, if you’re interested. Honey, want to—”

“It’s fine. Really.” I smile and take a step back.

“Though, it’s tough to say who’s the better cocksucker between the two of you,” he says matter-of-factly, his forehead wrinkled. He wraps his arms around Ekoria and she’s smiling like she’s won a million credits but there’s something bleak in her eyes that I don’t like. “Say… are you looking for work?”

I think he’s still talking about blowjobs, so I start to shake my head, but he lifts a hand. “I mean—I could use some muscle aboard my ship.”

Ship? Maybe we’d finally off this moon after all. A bloom of hope opens in my chest but withers a second later. We. “Thanks but… I have, uh, companions I can’t leave behind.”

“That’s fine. We’ve got plenty of room, don’t we, honey?”

“Yes. Plenty of room,” she echoes, staring up at me as his hand slips into the neck of her dress. The material shifts and her nipple, pinched between his fingers, peeks out at me. It’s the same exact shade of pink as her lips and her cock. If my pants weren’t so tight, I’d have a hell of a tent in my shorts—as it is, it’s starting to get uncomfortable. I shift in place and tear my eyes away from her half-exposed breast. “That’s… a very kind offer,” I manage.

With a tight grin, Ekoria ducks out of Darjun’s grasp, saying she’s going to get something to drink and both of us watch her walk away, her backside like a perfect peach.

“So, what do you say?” He grins me. “How about a trial run? We’re leaving for Calleron-2 tomorrow, and we’ll be in the black for at least a week. If you decide space isn’t for you, you can get out at Calleron… or the next port, if you like.”

On the one hand, I’m not sure how I feel about how… hands-on he is with Ekoria. She doesn’t seem too thrilled by it either. On the other hand, this would be our ticket out of here. And he honestly seems like a nice guy—I think about how held me so gently as I bawled in his arms. Still… there’s something just off about all this.

“It’s not up to me,” I say, finding a way out of answering him. I’d have to discuss it with Apple and Pytre before any decision was made anyway.

Darjun’s sighs and reaches out, squeezing my shoulder in a friendly way. “Buddy, that’s all right. The offer’s good until noon tomorrow if you decide you want to join our little crew. The transport is in E dock… it’s bright blue, you can’t miss it.”

I nod and return his smile. “All right.” Ekoria was on her way back, a drink in each hand. “She really your sister?” I ask.

“Yeah,” Darjun replies, turning to me, his brows high. “Why?”

I wait a beat, thinking he’s joking, but when he just continues to stare, his expression guileless, I shrug awkwardly. “Never mind.”

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I open the door to the room, and I’m greeted by an unusual sight. Pytre and Apple are on Apple’s bed and Pytre is nearly elbow deep inside Apple.

“I thought you were tired,” I say with a chuckle. Apple’s dick is hard but he’s not jerking himself off. His hands are under his ass cheeks, holding them open for Pytre.

Instead of an answer, Apple just says, “Gimme your dick.”

I kick off my boots, head cocked as I approach the bed. My erection hadn’t quite died on the walk home so when I pull it out of my shorts, it’s already raring to go. “I’m not sure how it’s going to fit,” I say, stroking myself. Pytre’s gaze shifts to me, and I see that he’s toying with the scar at his crotch with his free hand. I touch his cheek and he turns his head to kiss my palm.

“I meant in my mouth, stupid,” Apple says, his voice strained.

“Ok.” I laugh and circle round the bed to pop my cock into his open mouth.

His tongue swirls around the head of it, wetting it so it’ll slide easier into his throat, and I follow his cue, pushing it balls deep a few times before pulling back. I’m not going to last more than a couple of minutes, not with the way Apple’s belly is bulging and moving from Pytre rummaging around in his guts, and it looks like Apple’s nearly there too, judging by the way his dick keeps lifting its head off his belly, a long string of drool oozing from the slit. Apple’s tongue cradles my balls as I probe his tonsils again and I sigh in pleasure.

Apple lets out a strangled cry, and I think for a moment that I’m cutting off his air for too long, but as I go to pull back he quickly grabs the back of my thighs and holds me in, his throat muscles closing in on my cock as he sends a streak of white flying over his belly. I grunt and blow my own load, shooting it directly down his throat as he convulses against me, Pytre’s fist going like a piston inside him. Pytre moans, reaching his own climax and I gasp, pulling my cock free, my dick tender and balls aching, and fall hard on my ass off the side of the bed.

Apple lets out a contented groan, his eye closed and expression blissful for a moment, then he frowns.

“Oof… go slowly.”

I sit up and watch Pytre withdraw his arm, Apple’s sphincter stretching taut and shiny pink over the bulge of Pytre’s thumb joint, then Pytre’s hand slips free and Apple’s innards bulge out, red and shiny like a wax rose, before shrinking back into his body, his loose hole winking slowly.

“Now, I can sleep,” Apple says and yawns wide before turning on his side and snuggling into the pillow, unbothered by the wet mess he’s made.

“Not yet,” I reply, sitting on the bed. “I have some news.”

“Hm?” Apple cracks his eye open. Pytre stops dabbing at the little puddle of cum on the blanket and looks at me, his forehead wrinkled.

“Good or bad?” asks Pytre.

“That’s the thing,” I answer with a shrug. “I’m not sure.”

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• Part One
• Part Two
• Part Three
• Part Four
• Part Five
• Part Six
• Part Seven
• Part Eight
• Part Nine
• Part Ten
• Part Eleven
• Part Twelve
• Part Thirteen
• Part Fourteen
• Part Fifteen
• Part Sixteen