Madeline Takes the Man to her Tent

"Bring this one to my tent." Madeline said, pointing her index finger at the muscled man.

"You sure?" Tack asked, "He might try something."

"Don't worry Tack, I can handle him. Besides, his cut needs to be tended to."

Tack gave her a questioning glance and after an awkward moment nodded his head.

"You heard her." he said to the guards standing nearby. The moved the man roughly to Madeline's tent.

Madeline found the man standing stoically. A blank look on his face was one of shock more than anything else. She looked him over, walking around him. He was well built. Years working on a caravan, maybe a farm. The gash he had above his eye was drying but Madeline pulled out a medical kit.

"Sit down," Madeline said "I need to see that wound."

He looked at her suspiciously but nodded.

"I'm Madeline. What's your name?"

"William." He said flatly as he sat on the floor. The man looked around the small tent. There was a small cot, well worn but blankets were strewn across the floor, no doubt a few people bunked in here normally.

"Don't try anything foolish. We have this area surrounded." Madeline said cooly "If you run, things will be much worse for you."

Madeline asked as she took out some antiseptic, it was homemade **** but it would work. She washed the wound gently, taking the man's face in her hand and guiding him to look upward so she could more easily clean his wound, like a barber directing a customer's head.

Something about touching his skin electrified her. He was a tall man. She thought momentarily about how tall his other member might be.

"How could they get worse? Are you going to kill me?" the man asked harshly.

"Why would I tend to your wound if I intended to kill you?" Madeline countered as she placed a small bandage over the wound.

"What are you going to do with me then?" he asked.

Madeline looked him over.

"Stand up." she commanded. He glanced at the tent door but then realization took hold and he turned back toward Madeline. He stood.

What does Madeline say? This man was handsome, very handsome in fact. It had been a long time since she had been pleased by someone not Eddie. Eddie who only used her. He didn't care if she enjoyed the rolls in the hay oh no. It was only about Eddie.

"Strip." She said the tone of command still in her voice. He raised an eyebrow.

"I've got to make sure those idiots didn't leave any weapons on you." Her tone suggested that wasn't her only intent.

The man proceeded to take his now dirty clothes off.

Madeline looked this William up and down. He was well muscled from his days of work in the heat. His skin tan, a clean shaven face now with the hint of a 5'0clock shadow that was more light than dark. His strong features made Madeline eye the man lustily. Her eyes moved down from his face to his manhood. It was impressive. Not massive, but nothing shabby. Though it was just flaccid she figured he would probably be quite sizeable. His height helped him with his extra endowment.

She couldn't blame him for not being hard. His friends and probably family had just been killed, he was now a ****.

"You will bathe me." Madeline said curtly as she motioned with her head toward a wash bucket, one that the caravaneers would no longer be needing. The water would be tepid at best, but it was clean for the wastes. Again the ****--William-- his eyebrows raised questioningly.

Madeline kicked off her boots and undid her belt then unzipped her vault suit slowly. Sensually. She stood naked next to the basen, a cloth rag the only means to clean besides a bar of soap made from homemade brahmin fat. Madeline motioned with her head for William to wash her. He had to be roused from his...observation...of her form. The light was dark but her features were clear, her breasts perky and large, her curves so feminine and perfectly proportioned. Her dark hair well kept amid the dusty wastelands.

He moved forward and grabbed the rag, applied some soap then slowly--as if he knew he was springing a trap. He moved the rag to her shoulders and neck. Madeline closed her eyes as she felt the suds wash down her. He continued to wash her. He moved his hand down her breasts but didn't linger too long. He submerged the rag again as if in nervousness. Madeline watched him as he moved to his knees. He looked at her shaved pussy in amazement. Few women in the wastes had the luxury to shave their womanhood. Lucky for Madeline that youthful truth or dare about lasering off her pubic hair from the Vault's medical equipment paid off.

William looked from her womanhood then back up to Madeline the rag poised to clean her intimates. She gave him a wry smile and nodded. He moved the soapy rag to her crotch. It made her flinch because it wasn't warm. But she steadied herself. He held one of her legs as he moved the rag down and up then alternated cleaning her body. He leaned close forward and reached around to clean her rear, his hands gliding over her womanly curves. He rang the soap out and began to tidy her glistening body. Madeline indicated that he was finished when she moved away out of his reach and laid down on the homemade bedding of the tent.

"Clean yourself now." Madeline said as she leaned on one arm as if to enjoy a display.

He obeyed. He moved the sudsy rag to his body and cleaned the grime off. Despite Madeline's nakedness he wasn't erect. He half turned to clean his privates and when he turned back toward her, she noted that the flow of blood and excitement had caused his cock to a small degree of firmness. Though certainly not hard.

William continued to clean himself until he was as clean as one could get in a wasteland tent. Then he stood there waiting Madeline's command.