Trading...

You had thought that you moved cautiously, but your new owner showed just how it was done. Moving along slowly, pausing every few dozen steps to looking around for any sign of trouble anything out of the ordinary. Three times in the first few hours he changed direction, for no other reason than he didn't like something about the ground ahead. Once he paused to point out smoke, explaining that a cannibal tribe often camped and hunted around there. You weren't sure if that was true, or if he was just trying to scare you into being obedient. Still you certainly didn't want to end up someones meal, and so far your new owner hadn't treated to so bad. As you continued on the wreaked and shattered landscape grew more regular, as you began to see the remains of what had been ancient towns.

You were stumbling in exhaustion by the time night was falling, as he guided you towards a hulking massive looming up out of the blasted landscape. “What is this place.” You asked as he guides you toward it, and then pauses dragging you behind a jumble of jagged concrete. “It is a fort... built by people just after the bombs dropped. They didn't realized that they were all dead... so they built this place and slowly died from radiation poisoning.” Your owner pulled you close, looking into your eyes so you could see that he was serious. “Well most of them died... Kenneth survived if you can call it that. He's scary to look at, but he has always treated me well. So you will not disrespected him... you will not asked him about why he looks as he does. The rads destroyed much of him, but what was left has lived for centuries.” After that he stood back up right, as guided you up to the building that looked mostly like a pile of refuse. Great rusting hulks of old car bodies piled on top of each other, bits of wood and chain link fencing all tied together. Above the gate was a piece of old ply wood, with the words _'Trading Post' _in faded greenish paint. Opening the gate you are pushed through into a small court yard, a number of ratty looking shacks surrounds the open ground. You are shocked to see a number of people standing around, and they all turn to stare at you as your lead in on a leash like a pet dog.

“Oi Dunik got yerself a cute little **** huh.” A pot bellied old man cackles in amusement, flashing a nasty gap toothed grin as he looks you over. Licking his lip's as he observes your baggy dress, reaching out he gripped the hem lifting it to look under for a second. “Hehe pretty panties on ya... heheh.” Your grateful when your owner smacks his dirty hand away, glaring at him so coldly the older man steps backwards.

“Didn't think you approved of the **** trade.” You head snaps around to look at the man you said that, shocked to see that his face and hands are covered with oily looking scales. His eyes boring into you as you stagger alone, looking up you meet his glance for a moment. Feeling your mind slowly going numb, as he holds you in his power until your gaze is blocked by your owners body.

“Personal use... I'm getting a bit older and it would be nice to have a pleasure boi around.” He lies smoothly dragging you past the tall scaly mutant, suddenly a short furry brown body steps out.

“Personal use or not... slavery is still wrong... wrong.” The creature is unlike anything you have ever seen, completely covered in fur from head to foot. With long fuzzy ears one that rose above its head, while the other flopped over halfway onto its head. Its face a short fur covered muzzle, looking at you with big brown sympathetic eyes.

“Shut up... Vylorun.” Your owner snarled pushing the short crook legged little creature away from you both, as he points you to the central building of the trading post. Opening the door you are shoved into the building, inside it was plain that it had once been a road side convenience store. The ancient metal shelving piled with all kinds of things from animal pelts to clothing, everything had its place from racks of old shoes and boots. To food stuffs and bottles of liquids, everything had its place at the trading post. “'Ello Kenneth.” Your owner called in greeting, as for the first time you hear real warmth coming for Dunik's voice.

“Dunik.. my friend.” The voice was faint, wheezing and weak, looking around you jerk in shock and horror as you spot the speaker. Kenneth was sitting behind a counter with heavy metal bars protecting him, looking only vaguely human almost like a wax figure that had been melted. “What have you got there... so pretty bring him closer if you please.” You wince slightly, as your owner slaps you on the back of the head urging you forwards. A single skeletal looking hand gestures for to to approach, which you do with eyes down hoping to not betray your feelings about what you saw. “I know I look like a monster... but I'm really very nice.” Kenneth gestured to his skin which looked almost transparent, while sagging and running downwards. Nose having vanished leaving only a cavern... pale watery orbs that only vaguely looked like eyeballs. No hair at on on that pale skull like head, no ear's only hole slightly behind his jaw line. “Dunik can tell you... I can be most kind to those who are kind to me.” Cold bony fingers reach out to stroke your cheek, as those lip's draw back into a grotesque smile. “You are a lucky man... I've always said that.. Dunik is a lucky... lucky man. So what can I do for you my friend?”

“First... I'd like some of those pill... you know to make my little cutie here more interesting.” That statement making the ghoulish looking Kenneth snicker lewdly, you aren't sure what that is about but it can't be a good thing for you. “And then some better clothing... something more her size so they show off the goods a bit better. Lastly permanent lip and eye lid coloring, she blushes a lot already so don't think we need to bother with the cheeks.” Kenneth slipped a bony hand under your chin, lifting it as he looked at your face closer.

“Have you considered a cage... to keep her from relieving herself without permission. You can bring it back for resale, after she has taken the full course of pills.” Kenneth advised making your owner chuckle softly, as he took off your old pack full of gear and tossed it on the counter.

“Your trying to get everything I have of value...” Your master barked with laughed, as Kenneth began to paw through your pack looking the things over. Next your master tied your leash to the bars of that counter, before heading back to find the things he wanted.

“Dunik old friend... what a thing to say. If I were... I'd be bargaining for your lovely bird here.” Kenneth laughed softly, his laughter making your skin crawl just from the terrible unnatural **** tone of it. Turning away from you, the ghoulish trader opens that pack and started looking through it. “Good stuff... pre war... wonderful condition.” It was plain the he knew at once where the things came from, just like Dunik had figured it out. Those milky eyes lifted up, going back to you as you stood there feeling very uncomfortable. “I might end up owing you... if your going to sell all of this.”

“I trust you to take fair value... we've known each other to long for either of us to start cheating the other now.” Your owner called as he gathered up the things he wanted, bringing them up to lay them on the counter. As Kenneth took all of your male clothing, and much of the gear you had leaving your pack empty. “We'll be needing that room for the night as well of course.” Your owner pointed out, as Kenneth nodded his skull like head.

“I figured that in already... now bring her back and I will do the coloring for you.” The ghoulish trader invited, as your owner untied the leashed and then guided you farther back into the building. In the back is a medical table, you recognized it because there was one in your bunker back home.

“Alright up you go.” Kenneth ordered stepping out of a side door, and waddling over towards you as Dunik helped you up onto the well used table. As soon as you lay back the tables restraints locked your arms, legs and torso down. As Kenneth came over to look down at you, flashing you a smile he most likely consider reassuring. But it frightened you more than you wanted to admit, not that you could to anything about it now of course. “Swallow this.” He orders shoving a small pink pill into your mouth, before giving you a small sip of water to wash it down.

“Please... I don't want any of this... please don't.” You protested feeling very upset, as your owner stands over you stroking your bright red hair. His rugged face as calm, as those eyes starred down at you in the harsh over head light.

“There... there.. everything will be okay.” Kenneth wheezed softly as he loaded a syringe, the ghoulish looking trader little more that a black silhouette with the intense light shining on your face. “I'm just going to give you a little anesthetic to deaden the pain... mixed with a little paralytic so you can't move your face while I work on it.” He explained like that was somehow supposed to make you feel better, but which really only made your heart race in fear. Once he had given you that injection he turned to look over at Dunik, flashed your owner a grin as he asked. “What colors were you thinking... bright red for the lip's perhaps. But its the eye lids that are the real question... that pale skin and red hair need just the right one.”

“The glittery gold I'm thinking.” Your owner answered, stroking your hair with one big filthy hand as he watched Kenneth nod his head. It seemed that he was in agreement, as the old trader went straight to work on your lip's. You can hear a faint hum and feel a kind of vibration in your teeth as you lay there utterly helpless. Your mind drifting back as you thought about how you had gotten yourself into this mess. About twenty minutes later the sound and vibrations stop, and you felt the sensation slowly returning to your face. Slowly you are able to blink your eyes, as the over head light is focused down lower. Glancing down you watch as Kenneth's bony hands push your dress up, and then carefully tug your frilly panties down those pale thigh's. Your mouth flops open jaw working slightly, but you can't manage to make any words come out. You can only watch was he slips your testicles through a heavy metal ring, and then works your tiny limp dick in to it as well. The ring constricts around those genital slightly, with a couple of faint 'Clicks' next he shoves your limp dick into a thick wire cage. Fitting that cage to the metal ring, before using a key to lock the cage and ring together. And then slides the key out of the lock, handing it over to your owner Dunik who loop's the string the key was on over his head. “Alright your done... I would invite you to stop back later. But I think you'll be to busy. Hehehe.” Kenneth laughed nastily pulling your panties up, as the tables restraints unlock and your owner helps you to your feet.

You are taken out to one of the other shacks, Dunik dragging you inside and locking the door. Before he takes off his gear, laying his packs and bags aside as you look around the small room. There is a cook stove, table and chairs in one corner, with a old sofa and bed in the back of the single room. Once he had gotten everything taken off, Dunik dug through his bags taking out your food. Moving over to the table he sat down and began eating, you try to go over to the bag with the food in it but he tugs you back with the leash. Unable to get over there, you are **** to join him sitting at the table and watch him eat your rations. Once he had finish with the food, he took out a water bottle as drank from it for a moment. Before grunting and licking his lip's, leaving the empty bottle on the table he stood up walking over to the bed. Dragging you along with him, Dunik tied the end of your leash to the bed post before kicking his boots off.

“I'm hungry...” You say plainly, as you watch him slowly take off his shirt and trousers while sitting on the bed. “Owner... can I have something to eat?” Sitting there he looks at you smirking, this making a shiver race down your spine. Your eyes widen as you spot the bulge in his underwear, gulping for breath as you watch his hand rub over that bulge.

“You want some of my food?” He grunts with a sly smile, as you stand there feeling awkward and frightened. Feeling your cheeks flush with anger, he had taken your things and had just enjoyed a meal of your food.

“No I want some of my food!” You counter bitterly, making him smirk broadly and gloatingly at you. Instantly you get the idea that he is enjoying this, which only makes you that much more upset.

“You don't have any food... you don't have anything. Unless I give it to you, so the question is what are you willing to do for some of my food?” That statement leaves you standing there starring at him wide eyed, your jaw working up and down as you struggled with that. And then suddenly as you watch he takes out his thick cock, it is easily the biggest male organ you have ever seen. Larger even that your fathers, much bigger that your own or your brothers.

“Wha... wha...” You stammered, as he sits there playfully stroking that long thick organ as you watch in shock.

“You can either pleasure it with your mouth, or sit that shapely little rump of yours on it. Now if you take it in your mouth... you will get fed more.” It takes you a second to realize what he meant, and then you can feel blush burning up your neck and cheeks until your whole face is burning. Clearly he was hinting that you were going to swallow his seed, a thought that was appealing on some levels.

“I... will not!” You sputter looking at him in shock, as he tucks that fat erection back into his underwear. Even as you both hear your stomach grumble loudly, it had been two days since you had eaten anything.

“Then you will not eat.” He grunted laying back on the old bed, pulling a blanket over his body as you just stood there. Glaring at him defiantly, as he lay back on the pillow ignoring you now.

“Where am I going to sleep?” You asked as the flickering gaslight is turned down, leaving the room is near total darkness.

“In this bed... or on the floor I don't care which.” Your owner grunts rolling over facing the wall, as you slowly lay down on the hard floor. Noticing that the air seems to be a lot colder down there, you pull your baggy dress tightly around you and try to sleep. You awake a hour later shivering, at last giving in you climb into bed with your owner. Enjoying the warmth of his big strong body, as he wraps his arms around you pulling you close...