Bobbi, a human resistance fighter (Part II)

[The mountains, 10 miles from Denver, 2066 -- Bobbi's POV]

After a spartan breakfast of black coffee and oatmeal, Bobbi decides to go for a quick bath in one of the mountain creeks near their camp. The water is cold but refreshing. This time around dawn is usually the safest to be out in the open. Most vampires are collapsing into deep sleeps after feeding, and their hybrid and human collaborators are mostly still asleep.

Bobbi strips off her boots, her jeans, her underwear, her heavy coat an shirt, and steps into the frigid water. She shivers, in a good way. Using a bar of soap that she brought with her, she begins to lather up her caramel-colored body. Nick is white, but the conflict with humanity's.... immortal cousins... has made all previous ethnic strife seem quaint. Her hands roam over her small, soapy breasts. Bobbi rubs the soap into her pubic hair, and then washes the outside of her sex. She washes her armpits, laughing over the hair growth. That kind of grooming is entirely second-order in this world. And Nick doesn't seem to mind...

Bobbi soaps her wavy black hair, and bends down to rinse it out in the stream. The cold water is like a jolt of caffeine. Bobbi's nipples harden. She feels super alert. Looking at the sun hanging low over the mountains, listening to the birds chirping, the world almost seems right. Bobbi can almost forget.

Bobbi does a final rinse, and hops out of the water to the smooth rocks on the creek bed. She braids her still wet hair, squeezing out the water. Laying out a towel, she lays down, hoping to sunbathe as best she can despite the meager autumn sun. It isn't brutally cold yet during the day, and temperature is rising minute by minute during the daytime. Nick is out hunting, so Bobbi has some time to herself...

Why am I so horny all of the time? Bobbi wonders. Something about being on the run, living in the moment she pop-psychologizes, and then shrugs.

Bobbi closes her eyes and slides her fingers over her hard brown nipples. She pulls on them gently and moans. Her hand slides down and she begins to caress her own thighs with the back of her hand gently. She sucks on her finger, letting her anticipation build. Her fingers find her sex. Slowly, she begins to rub slow circles over her clit. Sliding down, her middle finger enters her sex. Closing her eyes, Bobbi takes her time, rubbing her clit in long deliberate strokes, the crisp sound of the stream bubbling behind her.

Bobbi was a freedom fighter, but an amateurish one. At times, she wondered if she was working towards any larger purpose, or just lashing out in futility as the fiends who had terrorized her people. Bobbi and her comrades refer to themselves as the "People's Liberation Army", more in jest that seriousness. The "army" is decentralized. Less efficient, but safer. Of course, every year, there were fewer and fewer. When Bobbi had first escaped the city, about ten years ago, there were thousands of free humans scattered throughout the mountain hollows and valleys. Now: less.

Bobbi forces herself to remain optimistic. The wheel of history can't tolerate this depravity forever. It just can't. The numbers won't allow it. The vampires are powerful, but few. Their rapacious thirst dictates that humanity will continue to outnumber them a million to one. The hybrids' loyalty is fickle, and their resentment of the "pure" vampires is strong. The system looks indefatigable, but is actually quite fragile. The vampires had the element of surprise and disbelief the first time. Never again. Just one good uprising Bobbi thinks.

Social theorizing and practical revolution are very different, and deep down Bobbi realizes this. She believes that the vampires will be defeated. She has to believe that. She has no idea what the final straw will be though. She worries that humanity, beaten into submission for decades, lacks the initiative to ever rise up, even if given the means.

The vampires had noticed Bobbi from a young age for her delicate beauty. She knew what that meant, based on the prettier, older girls who had been snapped up from the collective dormitory that she called home. A decade or two as a "companion" (if she was lucky) before being bled out and discarded. Better than being consigned to a breeding program, or hard labor, but by no means ideal.

Bobbi and her friend, Debra, resolved to escape. I'd rather die being caught that submit to their cruelty any longer Bobbi had said in a hushed whisper to Debra as the two cuddled together in the basement during "free time". In between kisses and caresses, the two humans made a plan to escape. There were nervous whisperings around the dormitory about "unregistered" humans, out in the mountains. You just had to make it outside Denver, and then you were home free. Bobbi didn't know if this was true, or just an urban legend. (She had heard stories of different countries here and there having successfully resisted the vampire onslaught, but believed none of it.)

The humans in the dormitory rotated through work details. Restoring damaged buildings in the cities, farming, light manufacturing. The worst were rotations through the prisons or blood factories. The vampires made no secret of their brutality. Bobbi suspected that it was a tactic - submission through overwhelming shock and terror. Bobbi swore that she would never end up in a blood factory. Never.

Bobbi and Debra waited until they were both assigned to a detail doing road work outside the city. It was back breaking labor, but was far from the city and would require staying overnight at the work site for a few weeks. An easier setting to clandestinely gather supplies, and then, escape. Over the weeks, Debra and Bobbi managed to stow away food here, a tent there, blankets, matches, and other supplies. Luckily, their collaborator human supervisors were fairly uninvested their jobs.

Finally, the night came. Their last night in outside the city. Bobbi and Debra simply didn't come back from work that day. Rubbing themselves in mud to cover their scents, they retrieved their stashed supplies and made a break for the mountains. They didn't know where they were going, just....away.

They were not careful enough. It was not long before human guards were on their tail, with dogs and guns. Bobbi and Debra separated, it was safer. As Bobbi hid in a hollowed out log, she heard the guards' talking from afar.

"Yep. We got one of them. Still looking for the black one..." one of them said into his radio. "This dumb bitch just bought herself a ticket to a juicing" one of the other guards said, followed by a round of laughing by all. She heard a loud thwack followed by Debra crying out. Bobbi's fists were so tightly curled that her fingernails drew blood from her palms.

They'll be the first to go Bobbi swore to herself. All the collaborators and traitors will pay for this. Bobbi, covered head to toe in mud, hid in the log for days. Finally, the camp packed back onto the buses, and headed for the city. The incompetence of the collaborators was her saving grace. Freeing herself from the log, Bobbi stretched her sore limbs and necks, and immediately started her slow hike into the mountains alone.

After a few weeks of camping solo, Bobbi had begun to despair. Free humans in the mountains she thought, what an idiot I was!

She was awoken one morning by a loud blast, that sounded like a shotgun. Bobbi panicked, and immediately gathered her shit to hide in the hole she had dug and covered with branches and leaves. The guards. They've found me! It was daytime, so she knew it wasn't vampires. Probably not hybrids either: sun tolerant but not exactly sun-loving.

She heard laughing. Innocent banter. These didn't sound like guards she thought, confused. Then she heard a child's voice. Her heart skipped a beat. They've found me! The free humans! she leapt from her hiding spot and ran towards the humans. Tears streamed from her eyes, as she saw men, women, and children! A little rough looking from what must have been years living on the land, but humans! Free humans!

Bobbi ran forward, hugging the first human she got to. He was a tall broad man, with a surprisingly well trimmed beard under the conditions. Surprised at first, her softened, and wrapped his arms around her. She felt her knees go weak in his tight embrace. Bobbi felt safe for the first time in a long while. That was the day she met Nick.

Bobbi heard a twig snap nearby, and her eyes flew open. You can never be too alert. Her heart pounding, she looked over and saw Nick with an impish look on his face.

"How long were you watching me?" Bobbi asks coyly, as she continued to stroke her sex.

"Not as long as I wanted to, I can thank my clumsy feet for that" Nick said, walking towards her. Bobbi smiled. She loved Nick so much. He had a fox slung over his shoulders. His resourcefulness was huge turn on for Bobbi, but also, gross she thought. Putting the fox down, Nick kneeled next to her on the blanket. His rough fingers traced over her breasts. He bent to kiss her. He smelled slightly musky from hunting. Bobbi loved it.

"Have I ever said how beautiful you are?" Nick asked. She rolled her eyes at his dumb come-ons. Only a million times. But deep down, she loved it. Bobbi could see the tent forming in his jeans. Looks like I'm not the only frisky one at this camp she thinks. Bobbi removes Nick's shirt and looks at the sweat glistening off of his shoulders. It is now mid-morning and is quite warm. Bobbi unzips Nick's jeans, and pulls out his thickening cock. She gives it a few tugs, and then jumps off the towel and runs into the water. It was freezing earlier, but now is somewhat pleasant in the warm sun. Nick clumsily kicks off his boots and jeans, tripping as he follows her. He gets up, nothing hurt but his pride, and they both laugh.

Naked, they embrace in the stream. Bobbi can feel his turgid thickness pressing against her belly. He holds her ass in his hands as they kiss. Nick kisses his way down her body. He pays special attention to her breasts. He kisses between them, down her stomach, and let's his nose brush through her pubic hair. it tickles a bit and Bobbi laughs. Holding her butt in place, Nick kisses her sex, causing Bobbi to whimper. She squeezes her small breasts together in her hands as Nick's tongue explores the folds of her pussy. Bobbi runs her fingers through his hair. As much as she loves Nick, she once again finds herself thinking about Debra. This makes Bobbi feel guilty, but she brushes it aside. Nicks mouth is working wonders on her as he sucks on her clit.

Suddenly, Nick stands up. He pulls her close, and lifts her up by her butt. Bobbi wraps her arms around his neck, as he pulls her legs around him. Nick slides Bobbi down onto his cock, and she moans as she feels the full length enter her, her entire body pressed against his. She worries a bit about his precarious footing in the slippery stream, but is too frisky to say anything. Nick begins to lift her up and down on his cock, essentially using her entire body to jack himself off. Bobbi loves being used like this, feeling his strong hands on body. They fuck, hard and fast. The angle is working for Bobbi, his pubic hair stimulating her clit in just the right way as his hardness slides inside her. Together, they build up to an incredible climax, kissing as they come together.

They wash each other in the stream, laughing and kissing. They needed a day of tenderness before the night ahead.

Bobbi scratches her thigh. The collaborator uniform doesn't quite fit, a little tight around her thighs, but it would have to do. She and Nick drove together in the police car, the police plates allowing them to get through checkpoints without actually having to converse with any guards. Together they had cased these two collaborators for weeks. The lowlifes had a shack in the mountains not far from Nick and Bobbi's camp, where they would bring prisoners for "special interrogations". It wasn't protocol, but Bobbi doubted anyone in power really cared either.

Killing them was easy. The shack was conveniently out of radio range, so the collaborators couldn't call for help. No one would suspect a thing.

"For Debra" Bobbi had whispered when she shot the first collaborator with his own gun. Nick gave her an inquisitive look, but didn't press it, probably based on the face she made in response. Bobbi couldn't explain why she had never told Nick about Debra. It was all still so painful...

"Are you ready?" Nick said, squeezing her knee. He looked goofy in the police cap and shirt.

"Absolutely" Bobbi replied, placing her hand on his and squeezing. Their target was coming into view. A large unremarkable building outside Denver. It looked like a warehouse, but was betrayed by the **** amount of security and surveillance around it. This was the largest blood factory in the Mountain-West of the former United States. Bobbi couldn't be sure, but suspected that hundreds of thousands were bled inside. She would free them.

Of course, she couldn't liberate them into any kind of life, but she could end their servitude, their quiet suffering. She and Bobbi had found enough dynamite in abandoned wildcat mines in the mountains to blow up the Empire State Building. She worried about having that much explosive in the trunk of the police cruiser, but no risk, no reward. This wouldn't be some pesky **** or jail break. This would be a show of **** that the vampires couldn't ignore, Bobbi thinks.

They rolled to a stop at the final checkpoint. There were limits to how far you could go without any face to face interaction. Cracking the window, Nick handed over their ID cards to the guard on duty. Bobbi wore sunglasses, her long braids tucked under police cap, her breasts bound to her chest. The guard looked them over, but not too hard. It's so easy to trust Bobbi thinks.

"What's your business?" he asked disinterestedly.

"Delivery. Two rebels captured in the mountains. Scheduled for immediate interrogation and draining" Nick says, as if he is bothered by the whole ordeal.

"We don't have any deliveries on file" the guard says, yawning.

"We were out of radio range, but I called it in. The guard turns his flashlight on the two "****" cops tied up in the backseat, and then back on Nick. "Look, we can take them back to the police station, but my boss will have my ass if this delivery is late." Nick puts the car in reverse and starts backing up. Easy, Nick Bobbi thinks.

"Whatever" the guard shrugs, and then waves them through with his flashlight. Bobbi feels her heartbeat settle down. Nick turns to Bobbi.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"A thousand percent" Bobbi says, her adrenaline pumping.

This is for you, Debra she thinks.