New (Old) Material extra

Sorry for the fall off of material - unfortunately lost my weekend due to a fmily member being in hospital. Major Pump 3 is well underway and I will try my hardest to get it out before the end of the month. I never ever rush new patreon story material so I won't toss something off or publish before it's ready. The quality on here will always be as high as possible. 

With that said, here is the final strand of old material, which should take you back to the sex show in the slave market...

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Anya remained still in front of the stage as the gathering of ogling market goers was nearly completely dispersed, most men either moving on to another show, or hitting the brothels and bars around the square.

Anya, with Erin kept close by, stared at the curtains concealing the now empty stage for quite some time, the fingers on her right hand drumming against her flat stomach while her mind was racked by her by her re-emerging conscience.

Deep in thought, Anya kept coming back to Lara’s and Sebastian’s glanced, mindless eyes.
The two of them had been drugged out of their minds and then offered up for sale as mere objects, just two more ways for some lucky buyer to entertain himself with for a while.
Just like Anya’s companions had been offered, companions which Anya hadn’t seen since then. Her sister, Nona, was somebody’s slave somewhere.
Just like Anya had been planning to offer out Erin…
It might be an evil old world and all that, and maybe you should always do to others what they had tried to do to you. But the thought of selling someone as a slave was rapidly becoming sickening to Anya.
Anya clenched her fingers and gritted her teeth in self-contempt, opening her mouth to let loose a large gob of spit that splat onto the muddy ground.

Turning her head, Anya looked again at Erin, sizing the busty brunette up.
Glancing around to make sure that no one was within hearing of her and her captive, Anya then spoke to Erin with a low voice.
“I suppose that you would prefer not being sold as a slave?”
At this, Erin was at first taken aback, but soon mustered enough spirit to let out a hearty “Of course!”.

There were far too many people around for Anya to feel secure about talking to Erin about her intentions, and so she led Erin with her towards the narrow streets.
The two soon found a secluded spot, at a safe distance from the commerce and the lecherous stares that had been cast at their luscious, spartanly clad bodies.

“Alright,” Anya began once she felt sure that now there was no one who could eavesdrop on them, “I’m prepared to let you off easy for what you tried to do to me earlier. But I won’t do that if you don’t offer me something in return.”

“Help you or be sold as a slave? You’re not really giving me a choice here.”

"No, I’m not. Will you do as I say?” Anya’s demeanour was collected, her eyes aimed straight at Erin’s.

“Yes, I will. But what is it that you want my help in doing?” Erin wondered, her arms now folded over her breasts in an attempt to provide them some cover from the cool evening air.

“That Billy Pocket character, he had drugged those two slaves of his.”

“Yes, it’s pretty common to drug slaves before offering them out for sale. It lowers the risk of them trying something stupid, like running away.” Anya noted that Erin’s mouth was coming close to forming a smile as she said that.

“Well, you’re risking doing something stupid by pissing me of if you don’t wipe that mischievous fucking smile of your lips.” Anya’s response had the intended effect, as Erin’s lips closed in a neutral pose once again.

“Common practice or not, that Billy Pocket is a filthy bastard, and I intend to run my sword through him before morning comes. You will help me, or I’ll make good on my initial intentions of selling you to some horny swine.”

“Fine…” The expression on Erin’s face made it clear to Anya that the brunette understood perfectly what she was saying.

“What’s your plan?” Erin now asked, her tone implying complete compliance to Anya.

“We will pose as slaves, offering Billy to sell us as he plans to sell those two.”
“It’ll be risky…” Erin protested against Anya’s plan, but a stern glance from the battle-hardened blonde muted Erin from developing it.
“If we fail, we will both be sold as slaves. That fate is no different from what you had planned for me, or I for you. So for you there is no risk.”

Erin had no choice but to see the logic in Anya’s reasoning, however cold it was, there’s was little difference if she was sold by Anya or by Billy. Erin’s only chance to regain her freedom was to act along with Anya's plan.
Anya went on to explain the details of her plan to Erin, making sure that the raven-haired female understood it in full, and then led the way back towards the marketplace.

Few people were present to watch how the two voluptuous young women made their way up onto the stage, Anya pulling Erin with her, but those who were whistled approvingly as they followed their walk across the stage.

Pulling open the heavy curtain that covered the area backstage from insight, Anya pressed on, Erin right behind her.
Inside, Billy was seated by a small metal table, writing something in a soiled, battered ledger.

Standing near the table was another man, this one unknown to Anya, but she wasn’t particularly surprised by his presence.
The man was tall, muscular and white, his head shaved clean and his large torso naked.
Tucked into the belt that held his worn denims up were a pistol and a curved scabbard in which a sword was slid.

The hairless man was the first of the two to note Anya’s and Erin’s appearance, his eyes drawn to Anya’s sword, hanging as it was from her hips.
Reacting to what he perceived to be a threat, the man went for his sword.

Seeing this, Anya raised her right hand into the hair, the palm placed towards the guard, while she undid her belt with her left hand. Slowly, Anya placed her belt and sheeted sword on the ground.

Erin was behind her, and Billy looked up at the two women from his chair, his eyes scrutinizing their bodies as he sat in silence.
Then, with a chuckle, the short man rose from the chair and walked around the table.

“Welcome, young ladies! How may I help you?” Billy’s mouth formed into that particularly loathsome smile of his.
“I and my friend here have come to Obille hoping to be sold as slaves. The act which you put on earlier has ensured us that you are the man to make it happen.” Anya, ignoring the intense sense of disgust that Billy instilled in her, replied.
“Slaves, eh? It is understandable, a couple of pretty girls like you are much better off being protected by someone powerful enough to protect his property.”
Billy didn’t know how close he had been to die when he uttered the word “property”, Anya barely being able to restrain her self from jumping at him and wringing his neck.

“Now, I’d be delighted to help you out. The deal that we strike is quite simple: you stay here until a sale is made, with Briggs and his boys will be protecting you until then. Once you’re sold, I get the prize, while you get to live a comfortable life. Simple, isn’t it?” Even as the nasty little two-bit hustler was leering at Anya and Erin, his voice was as jovial as before.
“It is indeed.” Anya forced herself to smile at Billy.

“So, my dear pets… there’s just more little thing before I’ll agree to market the two of you…”
Billy took another artistic break, as Briggs observed the scene in silence.
Meanwhile, Anya was wondering where Billy kept Lara and Sebastian.

“I need to see both of you naked, just to ensure that there’s nothing wrong with you.”
Billy’s excuse for wanting Anya and Erin to strip was indeed a weak one, and the way in which he was staring at them made it clear what his proper reason was.

Tilting her head downwards, Anya could see something starting to bulge up in the front of Billy’s pants, a sight which made her throat gulp with a mixture of nervousness and contempt.
Her nerves were not strengthened by Briggs closing up on her, the bald man bending down to pick up her sword, moving Anya’s weapon out of her reach.

“Now, dearie… seeing how you’ve been doing the talking, I think that you should go first.”
Billy was almost salivating as he spoke to Anya, his gaze placed firmly on her tits; fixated on the way in which the two large and perfectly rounded orbs strained against the fabric of her bra.
Smothering a sigh, Anya pulled of her boots and then began to undo her bra.
Billy exhaled loudly when Anya’s breasts came free, the two globes crowned by thick nipples which were stiffening from the cool air.

Erin, already topless, couldn’t help but smile as she watched her captor stripping for the slave-trader. A part of her almost wished that Anya’s plan would fail, no matter that that would render her a slave as well.

A drop of sweat trickled down Billy’s forehead while he watched Anya pulling her thong down, revealing first the golden patch of pubic hair, then the thick lips of her vagina.
“Yes, quite lovely.” Billy’s hands were on his thighs as he stood there, eyes nearly bulging as he scrutinized Anya’s naked body.

Erin noted that Briggs, previously cool and bordering on hostile towards the two women, was now having a hard time appearing stern and uncaring, Anya’s beauty straining even him in quite an obvious way.

“Alright, bend over the table.” Billy said to Anya.
Without saying a word in reply, Anya sauntered over to the small metal table and leaned down until her large tits were pressed against the cool metal, which caused her nipples to grow even stiffer.
“Ah, I see that you know how to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, that’ll serve you good in the future.” Billy complemented her, even if Anya didn’t see it as that.

Now, the small man placed his right hand on Anya’s left buttock, his thin digits digging into her flesh. Parting Anya’s asscheeks to further expose her asshole and pussy, Billy then ran his left hand along the length of Anya’s slit. This caused the buxom blond to quiver, at which Billy let out a vile cackle.

Anya let out a weak sigh of relief when Billy retracted his hand from her cunt, but then heard a loud smacking sound. A second later, she felt something small and wet being pressed against her butthole. Slowly, Billy pressed his finger into Anya’s tight rectum, his lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Hmm, nice and tight…” Billy Pocket’s voice rang in Anya’s ears while she felt her asshole being invaded.

Satisfied with Anya, Billy made Erin go through the same process.

Just as he had finished fingering the other naked, buxom woman in his room, another man appeared, entering from another room.
“Lara and Sebastian have cleaned up, Bill!” The man, the short but muscular man informed Billy Pocket.
“Alright girls, time to meet the competition up close.” Billy laughed as he looked at Anya and Erin, “Tyler, bring them both in,” he announced, and then turned back to Anya and Erin with a self-satisfied expression on his face. “I assume you saw my little show earlier. Lara and Sebastian. The cream of the crop. I’ve been slaving for twenty five years and never saw such a pair. God damn it, if I could even sell just one of them then that’s my retirement right there. I thought quality merchandise always sold, but it seems no-one wants to make me an offer for the sort of sum I have in mind. Obille isn’t a very wealthy place it seems. Ah, here they are.”

Tyler led the slaves in and exited. Close up, Lara and Sebastian were like an exotic breed of human being, almost supernaturally attractive. Both of them were handcuffed at the moment, and Anya immediately saw why: their eyes were now clear. She could see no residue of the vacant gaze that was the primary effect of the budder herbs. Did they even know what Billy had been subjecting them to? It was possible that they had no memory of their onstage humiliations and instead knew a reality only of chains and imprisonment in Billy’s backstage room. Lara’s eyes were glinting darkly in the lamplight, the gorgeous blonde looking imperious and aloof. Sebastian had not taken his eyes from Anya since he had entered the room.

“There are a number of theories flying around about these two. One is that they are another Adam and Eve come to show us how to live in our new, cruel world, our dreadful, post-nuclear garden of Eden. Another is that they’re angels whose predeliction for earthly sensuality got them cast out of heaven. All total bunkum, of course, but the myths have added a percentage to their value. One thing is certain. They were built for sex.” Billy turned to Anya. “Can we say the same about you? Or are we going to have to budder you up?” At this, he shook a small jar of herbs at Anya, who recognised them as the mind altering substances.

“Let me prove it to you with Sebastian,” said Anya.
“I thought you’d say that. Tell you what, we’ll have a competition. If you can get our handsome friend Sebastian to blow his load in under three minutes, I’ll talk to a trusted client about the pair of you tomorrow.”
“Deal,” said Anya, getting on her knees in front of Sebastian. He looked down at her, a mixture of amazement, suspicion, and definite attraction. She returned the look of attraction only.

“You wait there my dear,” said Billy to Erin, “all in good time. Lara, sit here next to me. You want to have a good view of this, don’t you?”

Erin stood where instructed and Lara moved to sit at the small metal table with Billy. In front of Sebastian, Anya ached her back and looked up at him. She put a hand on each of his hard, well-muscled thighs and squeezed him there gently. Then, slowly, she reached her hands slowly upwards and tugged at his loincloth, sliding it down his legs firmly and slipping it off him. What she saw took her breath away. Sebastian’s dick was coming to life already. She could see it swelling at an alarming rate, and watched with horny satisfaction and blood began to throb inside the member, turning all the tissues hard as iron. It stiffened and began to stand out from his body. Underneath, she could see his bulbous ballsack churn, the enormous, apple sized testicles roiling in a sea of hot sperm. Anya tore her gaze from the mammoth piece of equipment only to raise her eyebrows to Sebastian and give him an extremely dirty smile. She realised she was beginning to drool, and allowed a string of saliva to escape from her mouth and hand precariously from her chin. This made Billy laugh.

“Three minutes start now!” he called.

Clasping the fingers of her right hand round the thick base of his cock, barely able to all way round it, Anya began to stroke it. While she did so, she glanced up at Sebastian.

As her gaze met that of the young blonde man whose cock she was attending to, she did her best to look assuring, hoping that he could somehow see that she was on his side.

Realizing that the clock was ticking, Anya went into full gear; her left hand pressing her tit upwards so that she could suck on her nipple while stroking the skin of Sebastian’s cock back and forth in a rhythm that was steadily intensifying.

As Anya let go of her tit and instead placed her lips against the tip of Sebastian’s penis, Erin set out to do her best to distract Billy, just in case Anya decided to make a move.
Striding over and placing her hand on Billy’s crotch, she began to rub her fingers over his hard cock. This made the slave-trader let out another of his cackling laughs, his right hand grabbing a rough hold of Erin’s left tit; pinching her nipple with his fingers.

“You’re as much a whore as she is, aren’t you?” Billy taunted Erin, “Go on, let it out.”
Urged on by Billy, Erin undid his pants and allowed his cock, not particularly impressive in size, to rise to full erection. Billy’s cock looked absolutely ridiculous in comparison to the cock that was now lodged firmly inside Anya’s suckling mouth, and Erin had no problem in getting the top of it inside her mouth. Lara, sitting next to Billy, looked at the podgy man in disgust. Billy didn’t note Lara’s look of scorn, being far too preoccupied rolling his eyes and taunting Erin to work more of his cock into her mouth.

While Erin began sucking on Billy’s cock, Anya was busy pleasing Sebastian.
Placing her left hand on Sebastian’s over-sized scrotum, Anya could feel his testicles churning out cum, building up for release.

By now, half of the three minutes must have passed. Picking up pace, Anya began to fondle Sebastian’s balls while her tongue swirled over his throbbing cockhead.

Flicking the tip of her tongue around and over Sebastian’s urethra, she could feel how his balls tensed up in the palm of her hand. Giving the cock another stroke with her right hand, Anya felt the balls cram up before expanding again.
Letting out a long, breathless groan, Sebastian came into Anya’s mouth.

The first jet of his cum hit the back of Anya’s mouth, the force of the impact pushing her of his cock, but Anya managed to aim his cockhead against her tits before the next strand of cum pulsed out. While Anya kept stroking his cock, Sebastian emptied his load onto her curvy frame, most of it splattering onto her heavy tits.

Billy, having already ejaculated into Erin’s mouth, stopped her licking of his cock by lifting her head up, his mouth wide-open as he let out another of his cackling chuckles.

While the others watched on, Sebastian’s cum began to run down Anya’s body, a puddle of it having formed in her cleavage; some of it running down between her tits, and some of it pouring over them, covering her hard nipples in a white gloss.

Panting and moaning, Sebastian felt the last of his ejaculation exit his cock, the final strand flying through the air to splat against Anya’s right collarbone.

Letting go of Sebastian’s balls, Anya whisked up some of the cum from between her breasts, and sucked her fingers clean of it.

“Good shooting honey,” said Anya to Sebastian, looking down at her firm melons, now covered in sticky cum. Grasping them in her hands, she pushed them up to her mouth and moaned as she licked and lapped the jizz from her own nipples. “I’ve gone from girl to cumstain in under three minutes.”

Looking down at the busty blonde below him, her huge tits soaked in his copious ejaculate, Sebastian couldn’t help but see Anya as a friend. Holding out his huge, still pulsing dick for her to suck, cum dripping from the end, he watched delightedly as the greedy, tight-bodied slut ran her lips and tongue over his glistening member.

Lara suddenly, unexpectedly, piped up. Spreading her magnificent legs, she pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers and sucked on the index finger of her other hand. “I’m getting very wet,” she announced, through a barely repressed sigh. Does someone want to lick me out, here?”

Billy’s eyes widened at her unexpected acquiescence, but was quick to capitalise on her wish. “Briggs, you’re standing there doing nothing, and Sebastian and I are completely spent. Do something useful, for once.”

Scarcely able to believe his luck, Briggs walked over to Lara as if in a dream. Her long, tanned, smooth legs were spread on either side of the chair as she reclined. Briggs got to his knees in front of the goddess, and began by kissing his way down her tattooed belly. Anya was surprised at Lara’s actions, but had enough to worry about of her own as Sebastian’s cock suddenly began to harden in her mouth, inflating even as she sucked the spent juices. Billy cackled malevolently at the scene unfolding around him.

Suddenly, Briggs’ body went limp and he spasmed, jerked once and then slid onto the floor in front of Lara, his whole form totally slack.

“What’s happened to Briggs?” Billy exclaimed in disbelief. By way of response, Lara produced the bottle of Budder herbs from behind her seat and waved them at Billy. “Some Budder pussy, I’m afraid, Billy. I sprinkled some on my slit while you were busy with our dark-haired friend there.”

With his bodyguard now unconscious and on the floor, Billy didn’t even have time to be worried before Anya was in front of him, her sword held flush to his throat.

Cum still dripping in thick droplets from her tits, and smeared all over her tight belly, she looked at Sebastian.

“Do it,” he said.

With the way Billy had treated both her, and the way in which he had subjugated Sebastian and Lara to slavery, Anya needn’t be asked twice.

Billy’s larynx moved as the man involuntarily gulped, the movement caused the tip of Anya’s sword to pierce his skin. As Billy felt the sting of pain, Anya thrust her sword forwards.
The large tent was steadied by a wall made of different large pieces of metal, placed just a few feet behind Billy’s desk.
Billy Pocket, slaver and lecherous swine, let out a gargle as he was thus pinned against the scrap metal wall behind him, his life rapidly fading away at the same rate as blood poured out from the gash in his throat.

With their captor dead, Lara and Sebastian rushed to embrace each other, both of them having their arms wrapped around the other’s nude body.
To Anya’s and Erin’s surprise, the two exchanged a long, passionate kiss. It appeared to Anya as though the Budder wasn’t to blame for everything the two had done on stage.
And that wasn’t something which she certainly didn’t mind.
Unsure of their true origin, Anya decided that this was not the time to press them on that particular matter.

Breaking the kiss, Lara shifted her head towards Anya, and spoke to her for the first time.
“Thank you! I’ve dreamed of seeing that swine get his due for so long now!”
“You can thank me properly when we’ve gotten the hell out of here.” Anya replied as she pulled the sword out of Billy’s throat, wiping the blade clean on his clothes.
Billy had talked of Briggs and his boys, which meant that there was at least one more goon with Tyler. Sporting a grim face as she stepped through the room, Anya was determined to find the stocky henchman, and his buddy.
While the others looked on in nervous silence, Anya disappeared behind the curtain.

A minute went by before she reappeared, the sword of her blade being bloodied once again.
Standing over the still unconscious Briggs, placed face-down on the floor, Anya unceremoniously jammed the blade into the base of his neck before using the tent’s curtain to wipe the blade clean once again.

“Alright,” Anya began, “We’ll scavenge this place, and then get the hell out of here.”
Looking at Sebastian and Lara, who stood side by side, Lara’s arms wrapped around Sebastian’s wide chest so that her heavy tits pressed against his right side, Anya spoke directly to them:
“Do you know if Billy Pocket had any friends in this town? If someone’s going to come after us to try and drink our blood, I’d like to know about it beforehand.”

The two former slaves exchanged glances, looking at each other almost as if they were discussing how to reply to Anya’s query, before Lara opened her mouth to speak.

“Yes, he had a few.” Lara began. “To call them friends might be something of an exaggeration, but there are people who will be mightily pissed off by Billy’s demise.”
“And who would they be?” Anya wondered, not at all pleased with their current situation. She had begun to suspect that perhaps it would have better to leave Billy alive, forcing him to help them escape Obille. Hell, at least she could have questioned the depraved fuck before running her sword through his throat.
“Well, he used to have us work at Katyusha’s downtown while he waited for someone to buy us. Apparently, he and the owner of the place got along quite well.”

“And is the owner the only one who might come after us?”
“No, I’m afraid not,” Lara admitted, “Billy was expecting an old friend to arrive tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian filled in, “he’s been overseas, looking for a potential buyer. He’s supposed to arrive at the docks tomorrow, and come see Billy to tell him if he’s found one or not.”
“The man was the one who captured us in the first place. He goes by the name Starkey, and is a real hard-case.”
“So you’re positive that this Starkey will come after us?” Erin asked.
“Yeah, it’s more or less a given. The man considered Billy Pocket to be a close, personal friend.”
“I’m amazed that that’s possible.” Anya muttered, looking at Billy’s carcass with contempt.
This caused the others to laugh, although that was probably due more to their nervousness than the potential comedy of Anya’s remark.

“Alright, there’s no use in hanging around here any longer than necessary.” Anya decided that it was time to start moving. “I want us to gather up anything we find in the way of weapons, food and clothes, as well as anything that looks to be valuable. If we find ourselves needing to barter at any point during our escape, I want to be able to do it fast and easy.”
All four of them then immediately set out to find things useful to them.

After having spent twenty minutes rummaging through Billy Pocket’s quarters, they had found quite a good deal of weapons and clothes, as well as several wrapped pieces of food, which Erin referred to as “food bars”.

So now, while Anya had redressed in her thong and top, and Erin had added a black top and heavy boots to her thong, completing her outfit with a sturdy canvas belt.

As for the two “siblings”, Lara and Sebastian had been handed several pieces of cloth by Billy. While these clothes might not be the height of practicality, they were not horribly unsuited for daily wearing, and Anya thought that they looked pretty goddamn good on the two.

Lara had dressed herself in the top which she had worn when Anya had first seen her; the tight white fabric of the tube top straining against her heavy breasts. In fact, she also wore the sunglasses and the platform sandals from before, but had added a thin black thong and a belt to her outfit. And lastly, she had donned a long olive-drab shirt which hung open over her abdomen.

Sebastian was now dressed in a simple pair of sandals on his feet, a black leather jacket which was opened, leaving much of his muscular torso bare. He was not wearing pants, instead settling with covering his genitals with a white codpiece, his heavy cock nestled up within the confines of the sturdy pouch. To his canvas belt, similar to the one Erin had picked, was attached a holster, containing Briggs pistol, and a small bag. A bandolier was slung over his chest, containing clips for the semi-automatic hunting rifle with which he had armed himself.

A large knife strapped to his right thigh completed Sebastian’s armament.
Anya, meanwhile, had picked up the small pistol which she had found in the top drawer of Billy’s desk, dropping the two spare clips into the small bag which she was now carrying, containing diverse trinkets and foods.

Erin was left unarmed, as Anya was still not sure if she could trust her, while Lara had grabbed a shotgun and a heavy metal bat.

Whilst they had been looting the room, looking for valuables, Anya had accidentally brushed away a small carpet placed on the dirt floor, and had revealed a metal safe buried inside a hole.

Once she had dressed herself, Erin had attacked the safe, and was spinning the locking mechanism.
Anya looked on in amusement, thinking that there was no chance of Erin actually managing to unlock the safe.
She was therefore greatly surprised when a loud “click” could be heard, and Erin opened the safe.

“Shit,” said Erin, looking disappointed. “It’s just sheaves of paper.”
“Let me have a look,” Anya said.

Anya crouched down and pulled about ten dozen sheets of gold embossed paper from out of the safe. She examined them, while the others looked on nervously.

“Ignore them,” said Erin after a short while, “we’re wasting time here, let’s go!”
But Lara was curious. “What have you found, there, Anya?”

Anya looked up. “These are deeds. Legal documents of ownership and movement of slaves. This one belongs to you, Lara. Has your name right here, where you came from, the conditions of ownership. Everything. And you, Sebastian. It says you came from the Eastern Steppes, Lara, whereas you were enslaved from a small farm near Poison Bay, Sebastian. You both come from different places… thought you two were brother and sister?”
“No, we’re not,” said Sebastian, “Billy just liked to market us that way.”

As she leafed through the pile of paper, a name caught here eye. “Fuck!” she exclaimed. Swiftly, she riffled back through the pack and found what had jumped out at her.

“What’s that there?” said Sebastian.
“This one belongs to my sister, Nona. And these-“ she said, shuffling through the papers, “are for my friends Kara and Juni. I’ve found them!”
“Does Billy own them too?”
“He did at one stage. He passed through here. But he sold them on to another trader who was going to the Lighted City. A slaver by the name of Hayden Semler. This has his address in the lighted city. Finally I know where to go to track them down!”

Anya handed Sebastian and Lara their slavery deeds. “Here,” she said, “you’re now your own masters. Do with these what you want.”

Sebastian and Lara took their papers and wasted no time burning them in the grate.

“Right,” said Anya, “now we’re ready to leave. Where’s the best place to go to get out of this place?”

“What are our options?” said Anya. “How the hell can we get out of this town?”

“It’s going to be tough at this time of night,” admitted Lara, “There’s a single gate in the East wall but it’s locked at night against gangs of raiders that sometimes invade the town. I don’t fancy our chances of persuading the militia that guard it to open it and let us out without much fuss though.”

“Plus we’d be walking, and I’d much rather get transport,” said Anya. “Ok, what about other alternatives? What about the docks?”

“Difficult as well,” said Sebastian. “This time of night the docks are more busy than during the day, what with the bars and whores and brothels down there. We’d probably be identified by someone. Everyone know Lara and I, they’d be sure to be suspicious if we were walking around, and armed.”

“Problem is that hijacking or hitching a ride on a boat would be our best chance of reaching the Lighted City. God damn it, I'd suck any number of cocks totally dry for weeks on end if it meant safe passage out of this tight spot. And if we wait until the day, people are going to recognise you anyway, not to mention come calling for Billy. What about you, Erin? You come from round here. What are our chances of disappearing?”

Erin shrugged. “I know a place we can hide out with a couple of guys who are friends of mine. They’ll be discreet about us if I tell them, but it might not get us very far in the long run. If Sharkey’s not due to arrive till tomorrow, we’re well advised to ship out before the heat gets turned up.”

Anya considered the options carefully.

“Hell, we need to get out of this town and as far away as possible,” Anya muttered, her arms crossed just below her heavy, well-shaped chest while she planned out her reasoning, “and the best way of doing that is by getting aboard one of those ships.”
The fact that the others simply nodded as Anya spoke made it clear to her that they were now relying on her to get them out of here. If she had actually wanted to get it in the first place, she would now have thanked them for the vote of confidence.

“Now, there are a couple of problems involved here. We need to get out without leaving a trace for Sharkey to follow.”

“It’s almost a shame that we burnt the deeds…” Sebastian said, his voice so low that it almost seamed as though he was talking to himself only.

“They wouldn’t do us any good anyway,” Anya assured him, “some fucker would have taken notice and told Sharkey all about it, including which ship we sailed off on. No, we’ll have to sneak out of the harbour, preferably on a boat small enough that it can disappear without anyone taking any real notice about it. A fishing boat would be great…”

“There usually are a few of them holed up in the docks for a few nights or so while the fishermen get a piece of the action in the brothels and bars.” Erin told her, “We could always offer some of them some action on the boat if they were to ferry us across the sea.”

“Yeah, or simply draw our guns on them and force them to sail us wherever we goddamn wanted…” Lara filled in, her voice suddenly showing quite a bit of aggression.

“We’ll decide on how to act once we reach the docks.” Anya cut both of them short, “Now let’s go!”

Before the party left Billy’s store, Lara and Sebastian donned heavy cloaks, on Anya’s suggestion, and handed their guns over to her and Erin.

While Anya had some doubts about the wisdom of handing Erin a weapon, she figured that it would look strange indeed if she herself came carrying an arsenal while her three companions, two of them cloaked, were seemingly unarmed.
Just to be safe, Anya made sure that the firearm that Erin had been given wasn’t loaded.
Finally ready, they stepped out onto the streets of Obille.

Moving primarily down alleys and through backyards, the party worked their way towards the dock, avoiding almost any and all contact with any of the townsfolk.
In fact, the only one who got a closer look at them was an old cripple which they passed on their way, the bearded man ogling Anya and Erin as they went by, showing wide, toothless smile as he watched their tits rise slowly up and down as they walked.

And so, with any real incidents, the four reached the docks.

The area of the docks was actually a lot larger than Anya had given it credit for. It was a wide, sprawling place with an extensive bay that looked out into the sea, the quay dotted with boats of all descriptions, some tiny, a couple as large as freighters. Facing the quay was a large variety of bars, all seemingly heaving with people and jumping with activity. The place was so busy and populated that it was becoming less a chance of being seen as it was a chance of becoming recognised. Gangs of prostitutes patrolled the streets, dressed in a provocative array of slutty attire, calling the men in the vicinity and promising outrageous things.

Anya scanned the harbour for promising boats to take, but the area was surprisingly well-lit and it was sure to prove difficult with so many prying eyes. The appearance of the four of them was already beginning to draw some stares. That could have been purely because Anya’s tight body and voluptuous tits was attracting attention from so many drunk and horny man, or indeed, that Lara still managed to look like a walking wet-dream even in her thick cloak. Unfortunately, in such a testosterone-raddled environment, they were never going to travel incognito.

“If we steal anything here, the whole place is going to know about it,” said Anya.

Trying to think quickly, Anya noticed a bulletin that contained details of the schedule for the ship’s sailing posted up against a wall and studied it quickly. “This contains details of the next ships to sail. The next departure is going to be a ship called the ‘Morning Star’ sailing at 6.00 in the morning. The captain is a man called Crookes.”

“What do we need to know all that for?” said Erin.
“Because we’re going to find him and ‘ask’ him to give us a ride.”

Sebastian glanced over to the harbour and scanned the ships. Then he pointed towards the largest freighter there. “That’s the ‘Morning Star’. It says on the side of it.”

“I’ll take that,” said Anya. “now let’s find Captain Crookes. He’s bound to be in one of these bars.”

Moving towards the bars, the four of them found themselves exposed to more yet more lascivious looks. Across the wide courtyard a fight suddenly broke out, between two gangs of men that had disagreed over something or other. Grateful for the distraction, Anya steered her companions into the closest bar, the ‘Lighthouse.’

Inside, the bar was riotous, with the crowd more than a little buoyed by booze. At a small stage at one end of the bar a big-titted girl was commencing a strip-show, which had the effect of momentarily drawing all eyes away from the newcomers. Glad of the welcome anonymity, the four of them slipped onto a table near the corned upon which shadows were cast.

“We should make some enquiries,” said Anya, “I’ll go the bar, you lot stay here.”

Anya jostled her way to the bar and attracted the attention of the owner of the establishment.

“Do you know where I can find the crew of the .Morning Star?’” said Anya.
“Aye,” responded the barman, “look all around you! They’re having a little party before they ship out tomorrow.”
“Which one is Captain Crookes?”
“Well he’s upstairs, miss. In a private room, you see. Wanted a little bit of time alone with one of the performers.”
“Can you show me?”
“I can’t let you go up there miss, it’s a private occasion.”
“How can I put it,” said Anya, thinking as quickly as she could, “I’m part of his… entertainment..”
“Ah!” exclaimed the barman, “now I understand. Sorry miss, follow me.”

The barman led Anya into a series of back rooms and up a set of stairs. When he reached a door which had the sound of giggling behind it, he stopped. “This is as far as I go, miss, but you’ll find Captain Crookes in there all right. Watch out for his massive weapon now!”

Cackling, at that he went back downstairs, leaving Anya at the door.