The way to a safe place.

The whole of tomorrow is spent getting you and your new companion to safety.

The cart, pulled by strange bull-like creatures (Kael told you that these animals are domesticated and that they are called “brahmins”) continues to move along the path, barely noticeable among the steppe spaces.

Kael found primitive medicines and bandages in the bag among the Dunik supplies. You helped your new companion treat and bandage the wound on his left shoulder. He was lucky: that wound was not very dangerous (the bullet passed along a tangential trajectory, despite the heavy bleeding - the worst options were avoided).

Over the course of many hours, you try to strike up a detailed conversation with Kael about your situation and your search for your missing father.

However, your companion gets off with short, humorous phrases. He explains to you that until you have reached a safe place, long conversations are dangerous - now you need to closely monitor the area and prepare for any surprises. And surprises in the wasteland are usually extremely unpleasant...

In the middle of the day you become convinced that his fears about the surrounding area are justified. From the side of the dirty, moss- and grass-covered ruins of some brick building, which was located next to the road, a group of some disgusting... persons ran out. However, perhaps it would be more accurate to call them “monsters”...

The appearance of these persons gave you the feeling of the threshold of the onset of an attack of nausea: dirty rags instead of clothes; faces that are covered with strange growths of a yellowish-purulent hue; hunched figures; dull gray eyes without pupils; disgusting grin of mouths with greenish-brown sharp teeth...

These freaks were swinging wooden clubs with sharp metal spikes and tried to surprise you and Kael. The attackers' goals were obvious: to kill you and take away everything valuable. Fortunately, your companion was prepared for such a surprise: Kael had pre-loaded a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun and a small automatic pistol (your weapon, which was previously used by Dunik, is now in the hands of a new owner... and it's not you). Apparently Kael's shooting skills were quite good - he was able to respond to the attack with heavy fire from firearms. A shot from a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun instantly turned the chest of one of the scum attackers into a bloody mess of bones, scraps of meat and sinew. Shots from a small automatic pistol **** two more attacking ragged men to calm down forever. Probably, now their corpses will lie near the road for a long time, until the scavenger animals eat all the meat from the bones...

During the shootout, you lay in fear on the cart among the sacks.

You were shaking out of fear. Of course, theoretically, you had the opportunity to ask Kael for some kind of weapon in advance, so that you could at least somehow defend yourself if necessary. However, for some reason you didn’t even try to do this. Also, you did not have time to remove the **** collar from your neck. Dunik had the key to it somewhere. Kael told you that he took this key, as well as the key to your metal chastity cage (which has left you barely able to feel your tiny male organ for the past weeks). According to him, the removal of these things from your body will have to be done in the place where he will take you. On the way through the wasteland, in his opinion, it is very dangerous to stop and waste time on such actions - you need to move to a safe place as quickly as possible.

You would like to object to him... After all, these things... A **** collar... And a chastity cage... These symbols of your slavery, your humiliation, your shame, these tools for suppressing your personality and the remnants of your masculinity... You would like to remove these vile things from your body as much as possible faster!

But…

Something prevented you from expressing strong objections and voicing categorical demands...

This kind look of black eyes...

This friendly smile on a courageous, wide-cheeked face with small black drooping mustache...

Those friendly, encouraging words: “Don't worry, cutie! Once you and I reach my lair, we'll be safe! Then we’ll get to all the important things!”

The decisive tone of a real man who knows what to do.

Under the gaze of his eyes, you felt embarrassed. Your face was turning slightly red. Memories of your past encounters arose in your mind: when you were just one of the prostitutes in Madame Ro's brothel, and he was one of the clients of the brothel. You remember with shame what you and he did on the dirty old couch in one of the rooms of the brothel. This wasn't just a "job" for you... Kael was the most gentle and kind of the brothel's clients. As shameful as it is for you to realize this, his big, veiny, thick dick fucked your holes quite often...

And you... liked it.

By the way: from the day he saw you, Kael no longer used the services of other prostitutes in Madame Ro's brothel...

These confusing thoughts and memories occupied you for many hours of the journey.

Towards the end of the day there was another dangerous encounter. However, Kael was quite easily able to shoot two large lizard-like creatures with spiked tails that jumped out of the bushes and tried to kill the brahmins.

The repeated success of your companion's shooting abilities contributed to the fact that you felt strange emotions in your soul.

You thought: "Kael... The only person who is my friend... This strong man... He... is... so... so courageous! He wants to protect me so much... He has done so much for me! I should... should be grateful to him!"

After this, the continuation of the journey was quite calm. You and your companion stopped briefly to eat, drink and fulfill other physiological needs.

Then the journey continued.

Kael tells you that his "lair" is well camouflaged and that the place has good "tools to prevent a surprise attack." You don't understand very well what he means. In response to clarifying questions, he just grins and says that you will see everything soon.

So, at the end of the day, you and Kael finally reach the goal of the journey.

You're a little surprised. No building is visible. It's just a wasteland. There are stones lying around and a few bushes with thorns growing. In addition to steppe grasses, there is a large amount of sand. And you also notice wooden pegs driven into the ground. There are several of these wooden pegs: you see at least four (the pegs are located around the perimeter of the vacant lot).

You take a closer look: on each of these wooden pegs there is a human skull impaled!

Because of fear, you begin to tremble.

Your companion smiles and reassures you: “Don’t be afraid, sweet J! Skulls are just a visual “propaganda” for all unfriendly guests! Let them see from afar that it is better not to come here! Now take one bag and follow me - take steps exactly in those places where you see the prints of my soles in the sand! It is very important!"

You babble in fear, turning pale with fear: “Why?”

Kael replies: “All around the camouflaged entrance to my “lair” I have placed traps for all sorts of bastards... Iron traps, anti-personnel mines... I told you this place has good tools to prevent a surprise attack! Ha! Ha!"

You swallow the lump in your throat. Then you walk behind Kael, trying to take steps exactly in the same place where he took a step. He is carrying two sacks and a bag of supplies that belonged to Dunik.

Soon Kael stops. This place is unremarkable. But he puts the bags on the sand. Then he squats down and looks for something

You see a faintly shining thing... It looks like a metal padlock and a thick iron chain. Your companion takes the key from his pants pocket. He opens the lock. He then carefully clears away the sand - you can see that there was a large hatch underneath the sand. The hatch probably hides the entrance to an underground room.

Kael opens the hatch and throws one bag down somewhere. Then the second bag. The bag on the shoulder sling remains with him.

He tells you: "Climb down, beauty-booty! There's a staircase there. Move carefully!"

You do what he said.

You slowly go down. This place looks like a large basement that once upon a time was part of a large building. There is probably almost nothing left of this building on the surface of the earth. But the basement remains. And this is a fairly large basement, about ten meters deep.

You look around. Dark. Little can be seen in the dark.

Kael is standing at the top of the stairs. You hear him close the hatch to the basement. Obviously there is also a lock on the inside of the hatch.

Kael then carefully walks down the stairs.

Soon he is standing next to you. He takes a few steps to the side. It seems that he remembers well the location of important things in this basement. He can move even in the dark.

A dim light comes on. It looks like a homemade oil lamp.

Following the instructions of your companion, you move the bags with useful things to the far corner of the basement (while you were riding on the cart, Kael told you that the bags contained his hunting trophies and various small useful things that he managed to find as a result of exploring the ruins in the surrounding area ).

Then you both eat a little.

After this Kael says: “It’s already evening time! We need to go to bed!”

Your companion shows you the place he uses to sleep. A homemade bed made from wooden planks, pieces of plywood, torn canvas bags stuffed with bunches of dried steppe herbs.

This is a big bed...

The smile and passionate look of Kael's black eyes hint to you that today two persons will have to sleep on this bed at the same time.

Feeling embarrassed and some shame, you lie down on the bed.

Soon you feel Kael's body pressing against you from behind...

Your big butt feels contact with something... something hard... and warm...

His hands gently caress your plump buttocks.

Strong male hands knead your soft, pliable flesh...

Then…

Kiss just below your right ear!

You make a feminine moan...

A passionate whisper reaches your ears: “We should definitely have a little fun before bed, beauty-booty! My blood boils with desire at the mere sight of such a tender cutie like you!”

Your hands rest on the surface of the bed. The body of a strong man, heated with lust, comes into contact with your body from behind.

There is a storm of conflicting emotions in your head: “I need to tell him that... This is wrong... Ahhh... Why do I feel so good?!”

Instead of a clear answer, you can... only make quiet moans.

Your passive reaction looks like encouraging the initiative of a lustful male...

Or maybe this is not an appearance, but a fact?

You continue to moan like a depraved slut who enjoys the touches of the muscular hands of a real man.

This only provokes an increase in sexual fervor on the part of Kael...