Two weeks have passed, and life continues. But not a normal life at all.

Some weeks passed, and the two visitors improved in health every day. Lots of sex, lots of drinking breast milk, and lots of cum swallowing.

They weren’t quite as healthy as John and the rest, but they were rapidly improving. Now at their normal weights, and looking much healthier overall. Fewer wrinkles, and now darker roots were showing in their hair.

Beyoncé now looked no more than thirty or so, and Zendaya looked to be in her twenties again, and both were feeling quite a lot better.

Grace had busied herself with making sure the settlement had the food they needed to continue, as they couldn’t grow more with how the weather was. Unfortunately she found they would soon be living only on Kira’s breastmilk if consumption continued as it was currently. Just the milk would function, but they had tried to supplement their diet with some regular food to keep their digestion healthy.

It looked like they could keep bread or biscuits going longer than most other foods, as they had plenty of flour, but other staples were running short.

{her_name) had kept busy making more winter clothing for them, patterned after what Beyoncé and Zendaya had been wearing, and had also copied a small enclosure the two visitors had also brought with them to keep them warm at night.

Beyoncé and Zendaya’s little tent was damaged, it had tears and holes in it, so Kira patched them up, and sowed another layer of lining into it for more insulation.

She also found several Mylar blankets to pack with them, lightweight blankets which were excellent for preventing the transfer of thermal energy.

Kira knew they might end up traveling and wanted them to be ready.

She also diligently pumped breastmilk, knowing how much they needed, she kept her supply going quite strong.

John and Ralph had been to the boat, walking the entire way to save the fuel they still had for a boat trip if needed, and found that the boat was still in good condition, if having sat unused for decades. It would need some work to get it running, but it wasn’t going to be too difficult.

As they walked back to the settlement they talked about how best to use the boat, knowing their supply of synthetic diesel fuel was limited, and that there might not be a ready source for more.

Ralph thought about how many gallons of fuel he thought they had, and questioned if the boat could even go a halfway around England on a full tank of fuel. And the truck wouldn’t go that far.

It wasn’t enough.

“What about your fancy power thing ya built in the basement,” Ralph asked. “Could that power an electric motor on the boat?”

“Well it could power it yes, and we have some electric motors to use on the propellers,” John replied. “That isn’t the question, how would we get the diesel engine out of the boat, and how would we squeeze the reactor into the space? I don’t know that it would fit.”

“The ship yard in Wick would have the tools to do the job,” Ralph replied. “We just need to get there and make sure all is as I left it…”

Beyoncé and Zendaya had rested up, and kept warm by a large fire. Their sex drives had awoken for the first time in a while it seemed, and from time to time they retired to their room and fucked to keep warm instead. And they felt like much younger women when they did it, it was glorious.

They had been on the move for a few decades, and had been walking through the deep freeze the entire time I had been on them, so they had been cold most of the time. Only having respite from the cold when huddling in their little enclosure, and at that they weren’t eating enough and hadn’t dared to make a fire.

Now they were feeling good and energetic again. The sex with John and Ralph didn’t end, it was doing far too much physical good for them, but they had a lot of lesbian sex as the days had turned into weeks.

One morning they were all at breakfast, having had their milk and some toast for the morning, and now were enjoying hot tea or coffee, as they still had both to make.

After everyone had cleared out, Ralph caught up with Zendaya and pulled her aside, a serious look on his face.

“Ok Lass, you’ve been healing up for a while now,” he said gently. “Now I need to know more about the men who jumped you and your woman.”

Zendaya’s eyes narrowed, it wasn’t a subject she was fond of thinking about. “What do you want to know? Do you just want to hear about us getting our asses beat again?”

“No darlin, I mean to find out where they came from and find them,” Ralph replied. “We might need to do some traveling, and if there are road men about, we need to deal with them before we go. I worked hard on this settlement, and my boat yard in Wick…I don’t meant to leave either of them for baddies to have the run of.”

“Road men? Baddies?” Zendaya said with a snarky laugh. “You Scotsmen are a trip Ralphie…you own the boatyard in Wick? We got some food there…”

“I used to, it has been a while though,” he replied. “I left it in good hands, I’m glad the lads looked after some people in need and gave ya some food.”

Zendaya frowned, “they charged us for it…they didn’t give us a damned thing.” Zendaya replied in an angry tone, “I had to suck four men’s dicks for some soup and bread…they all came in my mouth.”

Ralph’s eyes narrowed, “fucking bastards,” he said angrily, making a fist. “And the road men? Where did they hit you? Can you tell me anything about them?”

“What do you mean to do?” She asked with an intense glare Zendaya was well known for.

“Lass…I mean to end them. The good doctor and his wife aren’t the type, neither is me girl Grace,” Ralph replied. “But I don’t mean to let that sort of thing go unpunished, or come back here to find them having spent so much as a night here in our home. I mean to end the ones who hurt you and drive any that remain well the fuck away from here.”

Now Zendaya was smiling, “good man Ralph, I can do you one better than telling you where they were, which was some miles to the south of Wick,” she said. “I can show you where they were.”

“Normally I could have handled them, I have been in my share of scrapes in my life,” Zendaya continued angrily. “But they caught us in the middle of the night, we hadn’t eaten much and we were cold, and I had been feeling very weak…they got the drop on us.”

Ralph just listened, and intensely.

“We woke up to lights in our faces, and they pulled us out of the tent,” Zendaya said in an icy cold tone. “They started to beat on us, but then they started to strip me, a few of them holding me down. They beat the shit out of me till I couldn’t do much to resist.”

“They left Beyoncé alone, saying she was too old to bother with, but they took turns **** me, one after another, all seven of them,” she continued. “They did all kinds of shit. They spit on me, they punched, kicked and slapped me, fucked my ass, choked me…degraded me in every way it seems they could think of.”

“My girl B tried to help me but one of them pulled a gun and hit her on her head with it, I heard that sound so loud, I heard the bone crack…then the guy held the gun to her head. He said he would blow her head off if I fought, so I gave in, and then they really went at me.”

“They made me suck all their cocks, they made me suck them two and three at a time, filling my mouth with cock.”

“They fucked me in the ass, they did it all Ralph. They held me down and shoved a shotgun in my ass, they had a guy with a big dick and tried to **** me putting it in my throat.”

“When they had all came in me, they took turns pissing on me, and B.” Zendaya continued. “They left us soaking wet and naked in the cold…”

“When they were done, they took the little food we had with us, and Beyoncé‘s pack as well, and they went at our tent with knives, cutting and tearing it so it wouldn’t keep us warm anymore, I thought that would end us,” she continued. “Thankfully they missed my pack, it had my blades in it and my bow, it was covered in snow…just fucking luck they didn’t see it.”

Ralph was angry, they hadn’t just stolen from the women, they hadn’t just beaten them, they had gang **** Zendaya and damaged their tent? Those fucks had meant to leave them to a slow ****. They deserved what he planned to do.

“When can you be fit enough to travel with me?” Ralph asked. “And would you know them?”

“Soon if you mean to kill them, tomorrow if needed,” Zendaya replied in a growl. “And I won’t have any trouble knowing who they are…”

That night Grace showed Zendaya and Beyoncé the full compound. Where the food storage was, the small reactor that powered their lights and their heat, and also a small machine shop they had.

It was well stocked on tools and supplies, along with a hand cranked lathe and a mill. Zendaya’s eyes brightened, looking at the tools and the supplies they had on hand. She didn’t see feathers, but she did see enough material to make some arrows. No time for that before she and Ralph set out, but it was on her list now.

Grace asked what had caught her eyes, and Zendaya explained what she had in mind. And to Zendaya’s surprise, Grace pulled an old book off of a high shelf and opened it to pages showing how to make arrows.

They had the metal and woodworking tools to make the shafts and the arrow heads, but without feathers they would need to use something else for the fletching, but they had materials on hand.

They had spent many years gathering materials and storing it, let knowing what they might need in the future. They could handle it. Grace offered to help, it was mainly her shop, she could start working on some arrows, and just wondered how many to make.

“If we are going to travel we will need many of them,” Zendaya replied. “A lot, like as many as we can get. It helps for hunting, and having a bow makes defense a lot easier.”

John and Kira didn’t like hearing that Ralph and Zendaya planned to go hunting for the men who attacked the two women, but Beyoncé was understanding. She knew who her mate was. Zendaya was a creature of vengeance when wronged, and she could see her health had returned.

It would gnaw at Zendaya to let the attack on them slide, this was going to happen, at least to Beyoncé it made sense. The men had done more than hurt Beyoncé, they had violated Zendaya and humiliated her, they had left them cold, wet, injured and without food and shelter. It was something Zendaya just couldn’t allow to stand.

None of them needed some fucking violent gangs hunting them, better to clear the field of them. Her wisdom showed clearly in that moment.

“We all have our gifts John, and you are the only doctor among us,” she said softly, her voice nearly sounding like beautiful music. “I understand you not wanting to do harm, but those men meant to kill us, and nearly did kill me. They left us to freeze and starve…to die slowly.”

“Zendaya isn’t the sort to let that go darling, nether does Ralph seem the sort either. We will all be safer if they find those men and deal with them.”

“They mean to kill them,” he replied. “They mean to hunt them and kill them Beyoncé…we aren’t about that.”

“I understand that, I do darling,” Beyoncé replied. “But these are seven full grown men who hit me in the head with a pistol and took turns **** Zendaya…and they stole our food and ripped our tent to shreds, they didn’t mean to kill us, they meant for us to suffer first. They pissed on us and left us to freeze. You know they are out there now don’t you?”

John looked out of one of their windows into the dark of night, his eyes showing some realization of what she was saying.

“Zendaya told me it took her eight days to get me here, but she carried me much of the time, along with all of our gear,” Beyoncé continued. “That is with her trying to find us food and water, pitching the damaged tent, just trying to keep me alive…all she had to eat was some cum from men in Wick, and she gave most of that to me.”

“Just how long do you think a walk from Wick is to here for a healthy man? Two days maybe? They aren’t that far, and they had a gun…”

John sighed and lowered his head, he didn’t like this at all. He hadn’t ever been a man of ****, he had never so much as punched another person. He had loved being a medical doctor and helping people, he knew it was naive, but he always hoped for a non-violent answer to problems.

There wasn’t one here, Ralph and Zendaya were going to do what they were going to do. He needed to help make sure they were ready.

So he and Kira packed them several days worth of milk for the road, along with some bread and dried fruit they had. They also gave them some flint and tinder to make a fire if they needed, and packed it with one of the new tents Kira had made.

As they prepared Ralph brought a pistol he kept handy, an old American .45, along with a rifle that used to be used on the British military, a semiautomatic that used 5.56mm ammunition. He didn’t have a lot of it, so if he needed it he would have to be sparing in how often he fired.

Ralph didn’t even have enough to fill the magazine for the rifle, only having seventeen rounds. He had more of the .45 ACP, enough for three magazines, still not a lot, but maybe enough for them if they got into trouble.

Ammunition had become perhaps the most rare of finds, and wasn’t something they had ever been able to recreate at their settlement.

Not enough materials to make the casings and bullets, no gunpowder to speak of, and really only Ralph was willing to use a gun or knew how to. With society falling apart this badly, there wasn’t anyone they knew of making ammunition anymore, it seemed to be a lost art.

Zendaya was tending to a sword she had, an elegant katana, a thing of real beauty. She sharpened it and polished it, and Ralph asked if he could hold it. She turned the handle to him and shrugged.

“It’s sharp as fuck, don’t cut yourself,” she said. “This thing is pretty old, an old boyfriend of mine was a collector, before everything went to shit, and he gave me this as a going away present.”

She arched an eye brow, remembering an old lover back in the older times. She had dated an actor who played Spider Man just as the cum addiction disease had happened, and like many other men who left their women back then, he had moved on when she had caught the disease.

With her fame she had found another lover quickly, another actor, and that older actor had been an avid sword collector. But he hadn’t been what he seemed like, as he enjoyed fucking men more than Zendaya had. So when her symptoms had gotten bad she had been alone, and he had left her one of his swords as compensation. She had wanted to stab him with it, but had passed on the chance.

At that time Zendaya had been cast in a period piece about ancient Samurai, and had been getting martial arts training and Bushido training, something she had continued for as long as the internet lasted, and then as long as the Blu-ray’s and DVDs she had lasted. She was quite good, and had needed her training with the martial arts and a sword many times as the world fell apart.

“It is a Tenryu sword, made of the best high carbon steel they had back when it was made, and she has held up well,” Zendaya said as Ralph eyed the blade. It had a black coloration and etching in a language he had never seen. “That is Japanese, I’m told it speaks of divine war, or some shit like that.”

“You have used this lass?” Ralph asked, gently placing the beautiful sword on the table before him. “I mean used it for business…”

Zendaya smiled wickedly, “I have Ralphie, many times,” she said as she picked it up and extended it straight, then quickly sheathed it. “I had training on this sort of thing long ago, and I have needed it for bad men a bunch of times, don’t worry about me baby. I will pull my weight when we get out there.”

Ralph smiled, “I can see that lass…” he said with a smile. Then pulling out a knife of his own, a sinister looking knife he had owned for a long time for cleaning fish and animals when hunting. “This little gal isn’t quite what ya got there, but I suspect it will do in a pinch.”