This is stupid, David thought as he drove back toward his home. This is absolutely crazy and stupid. What the Hell am I even doing? The Seals heir could not answer for what he was doing. Why am I helping her? Why haven’t I put a bullet in her yet? Why am I doing this? Is it because she saved my life? Is it that she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen? Or is it because I’m so lonely? David Seals knew not what the exact reason was for his actions. He had spared the life of “the beast” and even worse, he was helping her.
After the woman fainted, David stood over her body with his shotgun pointed at her. He continued to stare down at her for a couple of minutes, unsure about what to do. She was a “beast”; it was his duty as a human to kill her. So why do I refuse? David thought to himself. Finally, David moved his shotgun, which was slung across his shoulder, and kicked the gun away from the blue-haired woman. Looking at one of the dead bodies, Seals ripped up a shirt that was under the raider’s gear using his knife. After the strips were cut, the human tied the passed out woman’s hands and feet together. Trying not to hurt the bond woman more than was needed, David cradled the soldier into his arms and carried her out of the building ruins.
As David got to the back of his van, he set the blue-haired warrior down as gently as he could. The human opened the door and put the injured solider on the floor of the vehicle. Slamming the door shut, David walked over to the driver’s side, but jumped back a little. He saw a backpack and a rifle set down near the door. The human moved cautiously toward the objects, in case there may have been a trap planted near them. When he was sure that there was no cause for alarm, David opened the driver’s door and put the rifle on the passenger’s seat, continuing to hold the backpack.
The human male then moved back towards the bound soldier and began looking through, what he assumed was her, bag. “What do you have?” David asked his injured captive, knowing full well that she was not conscious to respond. “Is there anything that will be able to stop you from bleeding all over my car?” When he was unable to find any first aid kits, David sighed and got out the one that he kept in the vehicle. “You really are a pain, you know that?” the human stated as he dressed the woman’s wounds enough to stop the bleeding. The Seals heir knew that he would need to remove the bullet from her body and clean the wound, but the human also knew that she may save him the trouble and die while traveling back to the house.
Which led David to where he was now, driving back to his home with a wounded “beast” in the back of his van. He was just a few minutes away from his house now and was sure that no one was following him. Damn, the human thought. I need this chick alive if I want to be prepared for what’s ahead. Have the “Beasts” decided to start attacking us again? What will they try and destroy this time? All of humanity in the city? The buildings? What could they want? Why are they coming here after so long? David could do nothing but continue to drive toward his home, checking his review mirror for anyone that might be following him and constantly turning around to see if his prisoner was still unconscious.
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Lucille stirred as she began to regain her consciousness. The pokégirl felt a dull ache in her stomach. As she tried to move her hands down toward the pain, the Guntit found that she was unable to. With her mind slowly beginning to function again, the blue and black-haired pokégirl started opening her bright, blue sapphire eyes slowly. She found herself staring up at a ceiling that had a fan and light attached to it, but neither of them was on. The light in the room was coming from a window to her side that was mostly boarded up. Due to the lack of light, Lucille figured that it was night, meaning the room was lit up by moonlight. As she tried to figure out why her hands were not responding, a masculine voice gave her the reason. “I’ve tied up your hands.”
Lucille looked in the direction of who had just spoken to her. The voice had come from the direction of her feet. The Guntit noticed that her tactical gear had been removed, but she was not concerned with that right now. Trying to face her capturer, the blue/black-haired beauty tried to move upwards, but that caused more pain in her midsection. She was still wearing her thin, white cotton shirt, but the garment was moved upward so that her gunshot wound was exposed. “Who…who are you?” Lucille asked timidly, her voice cracked as she tried to sound tough.
“I’ll ask the questions,” the voice barked. When Lucille saw who was standing at the foot of the bed, shock overtook her. It was the same man that she had saved from the ambush. “What are you doing in Las Vegas?”
The pokégirl scowled. “Is this the treatment I get for saving your life?”
“Who says you were saving my life?”
“Those gunmen would have shot you dead,” Lucille smirked confidently. “Humans aren’t that good. You could have gotten half of them, but you’re nothing compared to me.”
The human sneered down at the blue and black-haired female on the bed. “Is that so? Then how come you’re the one dying from a blast to the gut?” The human let the words sink in for a few seconds before he started again. “I can remove the bullet and bandage you, but why should I even waste any of my equipment? It’s not like you have anything to treat it.”
“I have P-Meds,” Lucille spoke up. “You can treat my injury with those.”
The human looked confused. “What meds?”
“Look in my ‘pack,” Lucille ordered. “They’re the syringes. All you need to do is inject me with its contents and everything will be healed by itself.” The pokégirl was not sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off from when she first regained consciousness or if her wound was becoming more serious, but the pain began growing around her wound.
“Why should I help you?” asked the human. “If I heal you, it’d give you a greater chance of escape. You’d probably kill me if you got the chance too. I’m not gonna take any chances.”
The Guntit’s face twisted due to both pain and anger. “You’d refuse me treatment, even though I could die. If it were you injured, I’d help you,” the pokégirl half lied. Lucille would only treat him to get what information she needed and then either keep him as a prisoner for the North American Desert Division or kill him. The Guntit was not sure what was happening, but her world was starting to go dark. Is this from the pain…or is it…? Lucille lay her head back down on the bed that she was tied to as she began losing consciousness again. “You’re a monster…” she whispered as her world faded to black.
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Lucille was not sure how long she had been out, but when the Guntit awoke, the pain from her wound was gone. As the pokégirl stirred, she silently whispered to herself, “Am I dead?”
“No,” a voice answered. “You aren’t. Not yet, anyway.” It was the Guntit’s capturer’s voice. “I healed you, just like you wanted.”
Lucille looked up and the human was in the same spot he was in, as if he never moved. The blue/black-haired pokégirl was not exactly sure why, but she was still feeling a little woozy. It could just be from blood loss, she shrugged the problem off. “Thank you for healing me.”
“It didn’t cost me anything,” the human stated coldly. “What do I call you? What is your name?”
The pokégirl took in a breath before answering. “Lucille, my name is Lucille.”
The human seemed to be taken a little off guard by her answer. “Okay, Lucille. Now, tell me why your kind is interested in Vegas.”
“I don’t know,” the Guntit answered truthfully.
It was not the answer the human wanted to hear. He walked over to the bound pokégirl with an angry scowl. “I’ll ask you again, why is your kind interested Vegas?”
“I don’t know.”
The human grabbed the pokégirl’s soft throat, but not enough to hurt her. Pushing her head back down on the bed, the human continued his interrogation. “Why are you interested in Vegas?”
“My team and I were ordered to come here,” the pokégirl confessed. She knew that it might not be enough to stop this man from hurting her, but she really did not know what the mission really was. “We’re supposed to gather information.”
“Team?” the human loosened his grip on Lucille’s throat. “What ‘team’? You were the only one I saw.”
Lucille tried to turn away from her human capturer, but he was making it difficult. After her failed attempts to hide her feelings and the human’s insistence that Lucille look at him when she answered, the pokégirl finally broke down. “My squad! My friends! They’re all dead now because of that sick FUCK! He killed them all, so I killed him!” Distressed from the memory of her Sergeant lying dead in her arms, Lucille began crying. As the pokégirl tried to turn over on her side for the last time, her capturer let her do so, releasing his grasp from her neck.
As Lucille lay on the bed weeping, the human sat down next to her. The pokégirl was worried that he would try to make her continue the interrogation, but he just remained silent. She could feel his eyes watching her as she poured out all her emotions into the form of tears. All the anger, sadness, fear, and frustration flowed out from her as she sobbed onto the pillow that lay underneath her. A few minutes went by before the Guntit’s capturer got up from the bed and left the room. Lucille thought that she might feel better after she was finished crying, but the pokégirl was still feeling lightheaded. Why am I feeling like this? It’s almost as if I’m… The realization washed over the Guntit’s face as she froze in mid-thought. She began counting the days since she last had sex with someone from the Division she was in. This is bad, Lucille thought. I need to get out of these binds.
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David was not sure what he was feeling or why he was acting this way around that “beast”. Why did I feel bad for her when she started crying? Is it because she looks so human? Because she knows what it’s like to lose the ones she cares about too? As David moved back and forth down the dark hallway, he still could not believe the recent actions he had taken and was continuing. I have brought one of those…things, into my home, tied her to my dead parents’ bed, and now I’m feeling bad for her? What the fuck am I doing! So what if she looks human? She isn’t human. Why am I even doing this, being kind to her and looking after her and taking care of her, as if she’s some kind of pet? She is the enemy.
Seals walked back toward the door of his former parents’ bedroom door, the same room that held the beautiful woman. He did not enter the room, merely stood outside it. David wanted to go back in, grab that woman, and scream at her until she told him everything she knew. The human did not want to care about the tears that he saw Lucille make, and how they reminded him of his own losses; how he watched his family die. She saw the ones that she cared for die too. She must be…
David began remembering what he had gone through after he buried his four family members. Seals remembered that he used to put a gun to his head every day, wondering how good it would feel to be with them again. He would not need to go through the world alone; he could just be with all the people he cared about. Back then, David believed that life was meaningless if you did not have anyone to share it with. It was a miracle that he still had not died, either from loneliness, disease, other survivors, those “beasts”, or anything else that was out there. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone near me, and that woman, Lucille, in there…she’ll be going through what I’ve had to go through. The human then remembered what the blue/black-haired lady said to him when he threatened not to treat her.
“You’re a monster,” Lucille had told him. David could not believe she had told him that. Him, a monster? No, he was not the monster, that thing in there was. She was not human; not like David. The woman had even stated that she would have helped him if he were injured. It all could have been a lie, but what if it was the truth? Would that mean that one of those things was more companionate and caring than he? Seals decided to help Lucille, even if he could not prove that she was telling the truth. He wanted to show Lucille that he, a human being, was not a monster; she was.
After Lucille had awaken, which was only about a minute after her injury had completely healed, that Seals discovered that the beautiful woman’s companions had been killed. David was happy that more of those things were dead, but then he felt ashamed about his feelings when he witnessed the soldier breaking down and crying in front of him. It almost looked as though she wanted to die, the human thought. I never thought that those things were even capable to care like people, and here she was, feeling just like I did when Mom, Dad, Justin, and Erin all died. She’ll need to go through all the pain and anguish that I went through now…alone. David shook his head. No, she won’t. I’ll try to be nicer to her. I’ll start right now; I’ll get her something to drink. Some water should be good. Then if she wants to eat anything, I’ll get her that too. I guess if she’ll open up to anyone, it’ll be me. David smiled and began making his way toward the kitchen slowly, almost strutting. The human knew the house like the back of his hand, but that did not mean that he might trip over his own feet in the dark. She has to be thirsty and hungry, she slept all day. It must be around nine o’ clock by now.
When he arrived, David got out a glass from the cupboard. Since the human was the only one who lived in a house that had supplies for five people, there was a considerable amount of extra kitchen items he had not used in years. David used the moonlight that shined in from the cracks and space in-between the boards of the windows. Getting a pitcher of water from the unpowered refrigerator, Seals filled the glass so it was halfway full. The water was warm, but it was still good to drink and one could not be picky living in the desert. After putting the pitcher back, David walked back up the stairs toward the room that the woman was staying in. Seals thought that he would be ready to turn over a new leaf with Lucille, to convince her that he could be trusted as a kind and sensitive man, not a “monster” like she said he was. This thinking was not enough, because when David got to the door, he hesitated to open it. The human tried to reach the door handle with his hand to open it, but his body did not respond.
What am I gonna say to her? David thought. This is stupid. She isn’t going to like me because I brought her a glass of water. She isn’t going to like me for saying “I’m here for you” either. I’m her kidnapper and she’s my hostage. It doesn’t get much simpler than that. David thought that his little pep talk would do the trick of giving his body some courage, but it failed. His hand still refused to reach out and open the door that separated him and the gorgeous lady that lay inside, crying her eyes out and bound to the bed. Feeling bad again, David tried to be honest with himself this time. It’s not like I want to be her friend. I just want to know what she knows, that’s it. I’m just gonna pretend to care for her to get the information and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
With this bit of honesty, the human’s hand began reaching out towards the door slowly. As it took hold of the handle, David smiled lightly, but his stomach was feeling like it was full of butterflies. He began thinking about the woman that would be lying in the bed, wearing nothing but a small tee shirt and an even smaller pair of underwear. I’ve…I’ve never actually seen a live naked woman before, David thought to himself. After that thought crossed his mind, the human shook his head, scolding himself. It’s not like she’s completely naked…but she is lying in a bed…in my house. And she’s so hot.
David continued to stand out in the hallway, picturing the lovely lady that he had saved and brought in to his home, lying on a bed in nothing but skimpy clothing. He remembered seeing her nipples poking through that thin, tiny shirt. Every time she took in a breath, it looked as though her breasts were about to rip through her shirt. The human stopped opening the door when he felt his face begin to burn from embarrassment. After taking in some deep breaths, he scolded himself again for acting like such a kid. So what if she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and looks like a Playboy model? Lucille’s a soldier, just like I am, and I need to treat her with respect; just like I would with anyone else.
With those last words of discipline, David opened the door and stated, “Lucille? I’m sorry we got off to a bad start. I thought you’d be thirsty so I got you a…” When David stepped into the room, he was expecting to see the beauty lying in the bed, maybe still crying, but at least in the bed. The bed was now empty, as if the woman had disappeared. David dropped the glass as his mind began to race. Walking into the room further, the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Oh SHIT!” Not tying the woman up too tight was his first mistake; coming into the room was his second. As he walked deeper into the room and closer to the bed, the freed captive made her move.
Lucille waited next to the doorway, so when it would open, she would be hidden as the door swung inward. As David walked into the room to investigate her disappearance, the pokégirl slammed the door shut with her foot, never taking her eyes off the human the entire time. As her capturer turned to face her, Lucille jabbed him in the jaw. Since David was unprepared for the sucker punch, he fell to the ground, using most of his consciousness. As the Guntit dragged the human onto the bed, she could hear him moaning. After removing the human’s shirt and tying him to the bed, Lucille apologized to David, who was starting to regain his consciousness. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this, but I don’t have a choice. I hope you can forgive me.”
After she spoke to the confused David Seals, the pokégirl removed the human’s pants and started to get him ready for the job that she needed to him to do.
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David stirred as he began to regain consciousness from his slumber. The human could tell that it was morning, due to the sunlight shining in from the cracks of the boarded up window. Not worrying about anything in particular, David continued to lie on his back as he as relaxed and took in the pleasant night’s sleep he just had. That sure was a good night, Seals thought. As he tried to move his hands to scratch his chest, David found that he unable to. Pulling down so that he could break whatever was binding his hands, the human felt something, or rather someone, move across his upper body with a small groan. As panic washed across the Seals heir, he tried putting together the events from yesterday.
David remembered being saved by a young, beautiful woman, who he thought might have been one of the “beasts”, but took her back to his house. She was injured and he treated her to the best of his abilities. Luckily for him, she had regained consciousness and could speak too. David could not remember what her name was at the moment, but she seemed to be exactly like a human. He did what she told him to do. He used that syringe on her from her backpack and she seemed fine. Lucille; that was her name! She was the last of her team; Lucille was alone just like him. David remembered going to the kitchen and getting her a glass of water and walked back into the room. He then remembered Lucille had escaped and he was hit in the face, which had knocked him out.
Still panicking, David tried to sit up, but there was something heavy on his chest. Lowering his chin so he could get a better look, the human saw a mess of blue and black hair resting on his chest. What? David thought. So, she undid her restraints, knocked me out, and didn’t leave? What happened last… David suddenly remembered what had happened after he had gotten knocked out. The human dreamed that a silhouetted woman was on top of him, having sex with his body. David remembered that he could not move his hands the entire time and his legs were pinned underneath the shadowed woman. With the feelings and sensations that she caused throughout the human’s body within the dream, David would not have gone anywhere if he could have. He just remembered climaxing multiple times until he seemed to have passed out in the dream.
Wait a second, Seals began to put the pieces together. That wasn’t a dream? That actually happened? I had SEX?! And it was with HER?! Still looking at the female soldier, David still did not understand the situation. So she raped me…well, I guess it wasn’t exactly rape, but…whatever. She decided to have sex with me and not run away? Why? Does she plan on killing me? I guess there’s only one way to find out.
David coughed a little bit, hoping to wake the beauty from her slumber. It took a few coughs and some wiggling on the human’s part, but the sleeping soldier finally stirred enough to turn and face him. Her eyes were the color of water one would see on a beach in some far off tropical island. Lucille’s face still looked like a flawless doll’s, even though she had just woken up. The two stared at each other for a few seconds before the female began turning her face back toward the direction it had originally been. “Wait,” David started. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”
This caught the woman’s attention. She turned her face back to the human and stated, “Gun.”
David looked at her, not quite sure if he had heard the still sleepy soldier correctly. Repeating his question, the human asked, “Lucille, are you going to untie me from the bed?”
“Guntit.”
David was starting to get a little angry, but he was much more confused about the responses coming from Lucille. “Lucille, let me go. Now!”
After David raised his voice, Lucille moved her head up so that she was at eye level with him. The blue/black-haired beauty needed to lift her body up and move her hands on David’s shoulders to do so, pushing the human down and leaving her breasts exposed. Lucille also positioned herself so that her hips and legs were over the human’s waist, trapping him so he could not kick or moving around. Being restrained was something that David did not want, but considering a hundred different unpleasant opinions, having a gorgeous and naked lady on top of him was not too bad. “Gun…tit. TIT!” Lucille ended the last word with a small yell and a small scowl remained on her face.
The small amount of anger David had gained left him, but was replaced with curiosity. What is her problem? “Lucille, I can’t understand you. What did you say?”
The woman moved her body back a little bit, shifting her weight towards David’s lower region. Looking to her side, the naked beauty seemed to begin talking to herself, “Guntit. Tit tit, guntit.” She looked at David with a worried expression, but still managed to appear absolutely breathless. “Guntit? Gun guntit?” She started pushing down on David lightly as she asked her gibberish questions, her eyes filled with hopefulness.
“I’m sorry,” David responded reluctantly. “I really don’t understand what you are saying.” Lucille looked crushed when she heard the human’s confession. As she started to turn her head away, David made a suggestion. “Hey, since you can’t say more than two words, how about we use the ‘Star Trek’ method? We’ll have ‘gun’ mean ‘yes’, and ‘tit’ mean ‘no’. Can you do that Lucille?”
The naked woman stared at David for a few seconds. “Gun?”
Unsure if she understood what he had said, David decided to test her. “Uh, okay… quick test, I guess. Your name is Lucille, right?”
“Gun.”
“Is your name Tiffany?”
“Tit.”
Thank God that worked, David thought. “Okay, now that we can talk to each other, how about you untie me from the bed?”
“Tit.”
You fucking… David thought to himself. After a few seconds, David came up with another question. “Do you think I’ll hurt you or tie you back up if you untie me?”
Worry washed over Lucille’s face. “Gun.”
The human tried to speak as kindly as he could to the woman. “Do you think I’m mad about what you did last night?”
“Gun,” Lucille started. “Gun gun guntit.”
Ignoring her last spiel, David tried to be honest with the concerned soldier. “Lucille, I’m not mad at what you did. A little surprised, but not mad. After getting smacked in the face, those things you were doing to me were the last things I expected.” Smiling, the human paused and waited for the naked woman to smile back before he continued. “If I promise to not hurt you or tie you back up, will you untie me?”
Considering his oath for a few seconds, the busty female warrior came to a decision. “Gun.”
“Alright then,” David said as he smiled again. “I’m glad that we can see eye-to-eye.” He continued to lie on the bed, waiting for Lucille to release him, but the woman only smiled at the human. “Well, aren’t you going to release me right now?”
The beauty’s smirk grew wider, becoming more sinister and mischievous as she moved her body away from David’s head and closer to his lower section. Stretching like a cat, so that her hands remained in front of her and on David’s shoulders, Lucille moved her head and face down toward the human’s waistline. “Tit,” was the last word that the beauty said.
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“How’s the food?” David asked the blue/black haired woman as he sat down next to her. After the lovely woman had made sure that his heart was pumping hard, among other things, by using her mouth, Lucille sat on top of David and began undoing his restraints. Rubbing her groin along his member, the bombshell was giggling and smiling from one ear to the next. Since she did not “finish” the human, David assumed she wanted him to do the work this time. As soon as the seductress was finished untying him, the human grabbed his hands with hers so that their fingers were between each other’s. Being as gentle as he could, David lifted himself upward and pushed Lucille on her back. The multicolored haired woman was taken a little by surprise, but excitement flooded her senses once she realized what the human had in mind.
After their little morning exercise, the two drifted in and out of blissful consciousness. The sunlight that peeked through the boarded up window shined upon the couple, warming their sweaty bodies. It was not until about a half an hour later that David was beginning to feel hungry. Stirring from hunger, the human lifted his head so that his face was aligned with the sleeping seductress. Lucille soon opened her eyes and smiled back at David. It was at this time he asked if she wanted to have anything to eat. The beauty had answered with “Gun,” but she did not seem to want to get up from underneath the human. After looking through his late mother’s drawer, David found a small, white lacy slip. Attempting to hide the embarrassment of picturing his own mother in the outfit, the human quickly gave it to Lucille and told her to get dressed.
The two lovers walked down to the kitchen, with the human leading the beauty down the stairs to the destination. The two held one another’s hands as they entered the room. David pulled out one of the dining table’s chairs for the blue/black haired woman and sat her down. Opening the refrigerator, the host removed a water pitcher. Opening the cupboards for bowls, powdered milk, and some Honey Nut Cheerios, the last item reminded him that he needed more dried food, David walked back to his hungry companion. The host gathered a spoon and glass for Lucille, making her a bowl of cereal and glass of water; the human did the same for himself a minute later. David watched the stunning woman eat the food and enjoying the taste. David asked her if she liked it.
“Gun!” Lucille exclaimed. “Guntit, gun.” The happy, young beauty seemed to have forgotten that there was something wrong with her speech and was trying to tell him more than just “yes”.
David assumed that it had to be something good, since her first word was “gun”. Chuckling a little to himself before asking, the host asked, “Do you like the honey?” The flawless face nodded in approval. “Do you like the milk? I got stores of it, all powdered up. At least it’s got a long shelf life.” The woman smiled and continued to eat her food, seeming to savor the taste with every bite.
After the two finished their meals, David washed the dishes using the water he reserved for cleaning. The liquid was still good to use after he purified it with a filter, but he did not feel safe drinking it anyway, so David used the water over and over for cleaning. Wondering whether or not his new “companion’s” speech was permanent or not, the human asked, “Hey, Lucille. Is your…uh, speech problem temporary?”
“Gun,” she replied.
A wave of relieve washed over David after he heard the answer. “Is it only going to last a couple days or so?” The beauty shrugged. “Does it usually last only for a couple of days?”
Thinking for a few seconds, the barely dressed woman nodded. “Gun. Guntit.”
David nodded and thought for a few moments. Christ, I’m not really sure if I should trust her or not. I need to get supplies, but she could ambush me when we get back into downtown. She’d be great for support, but I’m just not sure. I guess I can wait until her speech comes back. It’s not we’re gonna run out of food tomorrow. The human felt a little dirty from all the sweat he had been creating since last night. I guess we can both get cleaned up then.
Looking at Lucille, he asked, “Have you ever had a sponge bath before?” The seductress shook her head. “Would you like to have one now?” When David saw the smile that the black/blue haired woman gave him, he thought, I wonder just how much cleaning the both of us will get done.