Chapter 4 - Flying The Nest (*)

Chapter Four

Flying The Nest

 
     Five years pass there at the stadium. Elizabeth has grown stronger mentally, and more beautiful physically. She is a hot commodity at The Nest, Her value grew proportionally over the years to where she is nearly unaffordable to majority of the raiders that house there. Her experience has increased as well, so much so that she makes extra caps on the side, and uses them mainly for perfumes and lingerie from some local traders.

     When Reed never returned she presumed him dead somewhere, if she saw him again she'd thank him for what he offered, and then let him stay with her for free. He had given her a new life. Unbeknownst to her she was impregnated by him that night, but miscarried shortly after when her new arrogance provoked a drunk theif. She cursed him for his smaller cock that couldnt fill her like Reed's, in return he punched her in the gut. A quick lesson learned. When the Madame found out she had him pulled out to the street and shot by one of Deitz men.

      The first year had not been easy for her, as there were many ruthless harassing men. Luckily she has done so well that Deitz has taken notice. Allowing her some leniency, she could leave The Nest during the day, but not go outside.

     One particular morning, Madame asks that Elizabeth go collect some food from the small farm at the end of the field. She gladly agrees, and heads out. Elizabeth had grown to five foot four. Her hair, a healthy brown, curled evenly down past her narrow shoulders. Her face still round and ageless, the hazel eyes showed more wisdom though. The thin delicate lips were so delectable to look at. Down her chest sat C cup breasts, that were supported perfectly without underware. Theyd sway ever so slightly as she walks, the puffy pointed nipples made clear  through her blouse. Her waist slimmed to her hips, which then curved out only slightly wider than her shoulders. Softly padded cheeks shaped her butt like an upside down heart, just enough to grasp and squeeze. Her thighs proportionally slim topped her long legs. She never had to worry about being harassed during the day, several guards through the field new her and observe as she walks by. Though they cant help the thoughts she subliminally sets in their minds, they still will protect her just to keep seeing her.

     Down the center alley of the field she walked, and in front of her were the same row of cages she remembers being in. More have been built around them, and other captured souls lie tattered inside. It was a chilling site, but in her eyes she was better off and wouldnt trade spots with them. The farm lied to the left, a few brahmin pinned in fences and some gardens ran up the bleachers. A small warehouse stored all the holds and was gaurded by two men. She had never really been over here, besides it wasnt like flowers grew in this area.

      She approaches the guards, theyre gaze locked on her the second she turned the corner.

     "Hi, Im here to pick up some food for Madame at The Nest." the guards seemed inattentive to her introduction.

     "Excuse me." she probes for a response.

     "Yes ma'am, Who are you?" one of the men asks. The other grins down her figure.

     "Im Lizzy, im here for The Madames food." She explains again.

     "You work there, huh?" The smiling man inquired. "Never seen such a lovely lady walking round here." His counterpart grins as well.

      "I do matter of fact," Elizabeth responds fiercely, "dont get any wild ideas cause you couldnt even afford one button off my blouse."

      Her response did in fact produce many wild ideas in their minds.

     "Were just playin' round Ma'am," the other man spoke, "we wouldnt harm such a lovely Gal as yourself." he obviously nudges the guard next to him and smiles.

     "Okay then," she says skeptically, "so who is in charge of the food?"

      The first man looks over his shoulder and spots the old man back in the pin.

      "Hank there'll take care of ya." He says nodding his head in the direction.

      "Thanks." She says, turning toward the fences. As she walks away she felt them staring her down. She wasnt so naive to think they wouldnt, but she also knew theyd be fools to try anything else.


      In the pin an old man could be seen smaking a brahmin on the rear with a stick. Hank was in his seventies probably, yet still as active as anyone else. He had very little patience left and yelled out at the two-headed cow, demanding it to move. His wrinkled, leather skin was bald of hair, except for thin eyebrows, seen bouncing up from the dark aviator glasses that hid his angry eyes

     "Hi there," Elizabeth greets from outside the pin, "Im Elizabeth."

     The shaded eyes dart to her presence.

      "Im not going to talk to you from there, Im a busy man, so either come here or quit wasting my time." His flustered tone compelled her to do as he said.

     "Theyre ugly creatures but they wont bite." He continued.

     "I raised bison before I came here," asserting herself to the grumpy man, "I know how to handle these filthy beasts." Her attitude reflecting his, hoping he will be charmed and less hostile. Judging by the way he was smaking that cow, she wasnt sure if he'd swing it on her.

     "Why'd you come here?" He asked sternly, "Ain't exactly the best place for a young lady like yourself."

     She thought as to whether she should explain herself, though instead mentioned briefly that she was taken captive years ago, but reassured she was okay.

     "Same thing happened to me, back when I was your age, and let me tell you it wasn't like the cake walk you doing now." He shouted while hitting the brahmin harder.

     "Is that why your so angry then?" She said, letting it slip out in her defense.

     "This DAMN animal wont MOVE!" He shouted louder, smaking the stubbern cows back as hard as he can. The stick snaps.

     "AHGHHH!" All his rage comes out as he pulls his long revolver from his waist band, shooting point blank at both heads. The other brahmin scurry from the action while the stubbern one falls dead.

     "Why'd you do that?!" Elizabeth shouted.

     "I was going to do it regardless!" He shouted back, "I just didnt want to have to drag it back to the shed there."

     Elizabeth felt foolish then, the brahmin was for meat. She apologizes and offers to help him move the heavy carcass.

     "No Ma'am, this aint no work for a lady, I'll get my boy to help me." He turns to the stands and shouts up. "Yo! Fuckhead! Get your ass down here and give me a hand!"

     Elizabeth looks to the stands were a young man rises up quickly from behind a mutfruit tree. She squints her eyes to focus, his blonde hair reflects back the little sunlight that shines.

     No way, she thought, couldnt be.

     The boy quickly hops down to the sidelines and rushes over to the two. While doing so his eyes meet with Elizabeth's, and she gasps.

     "Sylvester!" she exclaims.

     He stops and looks her over briefly, then his eyes widen.

     "Elizabeth?! Your here, and alive!" His voice deep but excited.

     "I cant believe it, i havent seen you in years and thought something terrible happened to you." She walks towards him to see him closer.

     "Now hold up," Hank intervenes, "yall love birds are not going to do this now, I need this meat cut now!" His strong words seperating the two. 

     Hank and his boy, Sylvester, drag the dead brahmin to the shed just behind the warehouse. Elizabeth follows eagerly, feeling flush with joy to see her childhood friend alive and well. Now that he has grown she is even sueded by his looks, and watching his muscles flex as he pulls the brahmins hind legs up to the rafters by a pulley. Hes strong too. And before her mind ran with other dirty thoughts, she centered herself and leaned into the doorway, just as he tied off the line.

    "Alright you two, get out of here so I can feed these fiends." Hank pushed them out and closed the shed door behind them.
    Outside they had time to talk, so much had changed for them that there was a lot to discover. But all the while there old friendship was still strong and were able to enjoy each others company. He told her of the difficulties he had faced when he first arrived, a slaver had whipped his back several times for disobedience. He eventually made his way to the farm were his life improved. Elizabeth was to embarrassed to share her truth, and formulated a lie more relative to his story. Saying a mistress had purchased her and made her a house maid. She then explained why she was here.

    "Ive been growing some good crops here," Sylvester modestly brags, "thankfully all this rain helps." he directs her to follow him inside the warehouse, the two guards outside not getting in the way.

 

    "Id fuck that bitch till the cows came home." one guard says to the other.

    "The cows are over there dumbass." the other replies.

    "Its a figure of speech you prick." the first says in response.

    "Imma bang you if you dont shut up." the two guards chuckle then return to silence.

 

     While inside loading a basket of food, Hank comes in with a large steak wrapped up.

     "Here ya go gal, give this to Madame." he says handing over the bloody slab of meat.

     She thanks him while receiving the heavy cut, hoping that Sylvester had not heard of Madame.

    "Now take your food and give me back my boy, im a busy man." his familiar attitude not upsetting Elizabeth.

    "Bye Sylvester, hopefully ill see you again soon." She says as she turns to exit.


      She would see him soon though, everyday she could. After work, sometimes without rest, as early as the sun would rise. Most of the thugs would be passed out by then anyways, mornings were generally peaceful. When she'd slip away from The Nest, her time with him would remind her dearly of when they were kids. It was the only time her innocence emerged from the tainted veil that covered her present life. Deceiving him did not help, the worry of him finding the truth, knowing she would fuck men for money. Sometimes she'd think of ways to tell him, but all her thoughts only depressed her feelings. Her conscience was split between friendship and survival.

     A month later, just before dusk, Elizabeth returns to The Nest to prepare for work. She enters her room, undresses, and looks through the collection of outfits she has acquired. Some older peices have shown their age, the newest one being a pink silk thong with white bows on the hips, a very lucky find for her. She ultimately decided on one of her favorite outfits, it took a year to find everything. She holds up her see through cotton laced panties, and thigh high white stockings. The white corset was her jewel, she repaired it with used fabrics, and stitched it well for her size. The cups for her breast were a bit tight, but that only helped bolster her cleavage. She was proud of this piece, it was also a big seller for the men, the icing on her alluring physique.

      Elizabeth gets dressed and lightly puts on make up, trying to spare only what she needs. Then a knock comes on the door. Elizabeth peaks through the crack, Its Madame.

     "You have a client sweetie." she cooed playfully.

     Elizabeth opens the door completely.

     "Ahh! That outfit is so lovely, Im jealous each time I see it." The compliment was alot coming from Madame, as she was rarely envious of the other women.

     "Thanks Madame," Elizabeth replies blushing, "Which room?" she asks.

     "It'll be my room sweetie, He's already there waiting." The madame cooed again as she strolls down the hallway.

     Elizabeth was confused, she had seen Madames room, candles lined the floor around a large four post bed in the middle. A fashionable plush leather day bed sat in front of the footboard. And a large cabinet along the wall decorated with glasses and spirits, mirrors and jewelry. Why would she let a client stay there, she wondered. She slowly proceeded to the hall to Madames room, the etched wood door looked medieval, there was a latin phrase carved within it despite no one knowing what it meant. Opening the heavy door she first sees the bed, neatly made and nobody there. The day bed had no guest either. She steps inside and spots a man with his back turned, pouring a glass by the cabinet. The man looks up in the mirror and eyes Elizabeth, she sees his face and recognizes him. It was Dietz. Suddenly she sharpens up, and closes the door behind her. His gaze drops back to the drinks and pays her no attention. Nonchalantly she moves to the day bed and sits down. 

     Why would Dietz be here, what business does he have with her. She focused back on reality, and moved into a more comfortable position on the lounge. 

     "That is a nice outfit youre wearing Elizabeth." He speaks, then turning to face her with a glass in both hands.

     "Ive heard you are doing well over here," he starts towards her, "youve brought in a lot of caps over the past year, I thank you."

     He hands out a glass, Elizabeth takes it and brings it to her lips, smelling the woody bourbon, well aged over the past several hundred years. Shed never had alcohol before, her cheeks tingled from just the scent.

     "Thank you, Mr Dietz." she says before trying a sip, it was harsh at first, she looked like she ate something sour. Once swallowing the burn in her throat mellowed out to a warmth that extended to her chest.

     "I would ask that you not waste my offering," He says referring to the whiskey, "This is very valuable, almost as valuable as yourself."

      He stands next to her, she looks up at him. His greying hair, cut short and neat, his eyes rested half closed, crows feet flaring off the sides. He had a slight smirk on his face, looking confidently handsome. The average build of his body was clothed by a formal grey suit, a black tie running down the center. The pants had white pinstripes though, obviously not original to the outfit, but nonetheless neatly hemed and tailered like the rest. 

     "I have a new job for you." he says, gently  placing a hand on her shoulder. He then takes a sip of his glass. Elizabeth didnt respond immediately as he hoped, she was instead worrying about her fate. Thoughts of Sylvester came through her mind.

     "Madame believes your ready for the big house, you will be able to enjoy much finer things there, and not worry of dealing with ruthless criminals you dont know." He speaks assuredly for her comfort, although He has control of her fate regardless of how she feels.

      Elizabeth considers the thought, its a great step forward for her, but will she be able to leave. Will she ever see her friend again. The only person in her life that makes her feel more human than whore. She does not know how to answer, so says nothing, instead swigging back most of her drink. Dietz takes this as a yes, and removes the nearly empty glass from her hand. His hand moves to behind her head, and looks her to him. He leans down and kisses her passionately on the lips. Elizabeths instincts take over, accepting his embrace.

     His tongue enters her mouth with force, commanding hers to dance with it. She falls back along the lounge, her body sinking into the plush cushions. He breaks away and looks her in the eyes with his smirk.

     "Youve grown up beautiful, not even Madame was as gorgeous as you." Elizabeth should have been taken back by the sly, sleezy compliment, although her mind was in a early inebriated state. She was performing as she has been taught, though more submissive than she generally is.


     He rises up and removes his suit, she lies there in a daze watching, warmth growing over her as she subtly squirms with pleasure. Her hand caressing up her waist and to her breast, she massages the beautiful swells teasingly. Dietz unbuttoned his trousers but did not pull them down. Elizabeth reaches towards them with her open hand, begging him closer. Her nimble fingers glide down the seam of his crotch, feeling the package held underneath. His dick was still soft but hanged unrestricted past his inseam and along his thigh. Elizabeths eyes widened as she outlined a seven inch cock that began to swell. She leans forward, bringing her face closer. Her palm wrapped around his inner thigh, stroking up the heavy phallus. Its girth expanding to the touch, soon strained within the fabric. She pulled down his pants and watched as the now nine inch dong bobbed up, and only half erect.

     "So lovely Dietz," she murmurs, grabbing hold of the expanding flesh, her finger tips only completing a full circle if she squeezed. Its circumference more oblong than a circle, it was wider across than front to back, and the third muscle on the back bulged out in the middle, shapping like a rounded triangle. Down the length were several small veins began to fill up to the head, which was by far the most attractive part. It was wider than the rest of his dick, and made up two of the nine inches. She could not restrain putting her lips around it. Dietz saw this as a moment to speak.

     "This could be yours whenever you want it." His enticing words trickled into her ears. Elizabeth thought wildly of wrapping around this cock every night, and it still wasnt finished reaching a horizontal position. Her head rose with his as it reached its full strength. She fills her mouth with as much as she can then pulls away. Her hand lightly stroking, she would need two hands to fully wrap it. Elizabeth's mind melts at the sight, underneath his massive cock she sees the pair of orange sized testicles. She never felt as horny as she did then.

     "You going to fuck me with this?" She asks seductively while stroking the huge dick, her other hand trying to juggle each ball. She couldnt wait, and would likely just jump him now if she had not some restraint for professionalism left.

     "Its yours Elizabeth," he smiled mischievously as he said it, "you can do with it as you please."

     Elizabeth nearly came to the thought, her body shuttered as she imagined it inside her. She contains herself and steps up to him, firmly holding on to the large organ that sandwiched between them, his head resting below her rib cage. She kneels down slowly, trailing her tongue down his chest towards the cocks plump head. She follows down the stiff rod and to his balls, sucking around each one. 

     That was it for foreplay, she could feel her pussy drip in anticipation for his arrival. She turns him around, using his cock like a joystick to direct him, and sits him down on the day bed. She straddles around him on her knees, had her legs been any shorter she wouldnt have lined up so perfectly with his length. She sets her hips down to his cock, the head parting her lips wide. With gentle thrusts she soaks the top of the cock around her pussy. She wanted to force it all in now, and feel it fill her like her first time, but shed never been with such a large man again till now. Her pussy, though experienced, has not lost its shape and was still decently tight. Her better judgement sent her down steady, as she felt the head peirce her opening, she gasped as it was pulled tight. Dietz could feel her walls convulsions trying to feed him in. She closed her eyes and worked her hips back and forth, an orgasm quickly grew upon her. Her pace hastened as she gritted her teeth, with each thrust pushing down harder.

     "Uh! Uhhh!" she grunted softly as the pleasure spiked inside.

     Then her pussy slowly gave way for the huge head, despite trying to squeeze tighter. The soft wet walls gliding around the thickest dick shes ever seen.

     "Ahh! Ahhh!" she cries louder, her hips increasing to a fast pace.

     Her first big climax builds quickly, she feels her mind drift away as lust overtakes her. Just before her peak she pushes her hips down as the head pops inside her tightly wrapped pocket. She explodes from inside, cumming down the dick and over Dietz's lap. She pauses their and savors the moment, her bodys tweaks recoiled down to the object wedged within her. Dietz feels the walls gaping to suck him in.

      Elizabeth recovers and slowly slides down the hot arm thick rod. She works it in till she reaches the end and looks down. Half? She was shocked to see that the huge meat carved its shape through her pelvis. A torrent of juices run down his cock as she musters the strength to rise. Letting the cock pull from inside she drops back down again, begining a rythmic motion of penitration. She continues to another quick orgasm, settling the meat back within her. She sets atop in with all her unsupported weight. Her hips writhing around feeling his cock tip play with her uterus.

     "Cant get it all in, huh?" Dietz asks. "Dont worry cause no one ever has."

      Elizabeth took his statement with disrespect and accepted the challenge. She sets her arms between his armpits and uses the leverage to push her self down. Nothing. She then wraos her legs around his waist, and grinds her hips around his cock. Sweat forms over her brow as she extrudes all her force upon the cock. Dietz feels her uterus slowly part to his huge member.

     "AHH!" she cries in pleasure as the massive head works within her. She wants it in, she wants that fat dick to plunge within her deepest parts. with only hslf his head through she throws her body up and slams down with all her strength.

     Pop! Was felt as she fell down the large cock, slowly sinking as her uterus was pushed up by its massive intruder. Watching as the bulge from his cock slithered farther up. She let it ride all the way till he was fully hilted within. Her uterus rested underneath her stomach, she lie limp from the paralyzing pleasure of her impaler. His dick twitched and throbbed from the suffocating hold it was in. Her orgasm peaking nonstop, convulsions of her body are her only movement,. Her eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out, drunk with the feeling of his huge cock packed within every inch she had to offer.

     Dietz takes matters into his own hands and lifts her by the waist. Watching as the stretched-tight folds of her pussy clasped to his withdrawing dick. His cock head still carved within her womb, drags it down to her entrance. Her pussy bunched together like a pressed spring pushes the head free of her uterus, returning to its normal position. He pushes her back down the mighty pole, her mind snaps back to reality. He is now fuckibg her with all of his dick, shes pleased and immediately breaks out with wild screams.

     "Ohhh Yeah!" she moans, "Feels sooo good!"

     "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she tries to take back control of his dick, bouncing with his thrusts. She holds her tits tight and squeezes her nipples.

     "Fuck Yes! Give me that cum! I want those fat balls to empty inside of me!" She pins herself down on his cock, gyrating her hips and chest in oposite directions. His cock tenses, the heat grows inside of her. She speeds up, his dick reaming out her womb. Her body hops up and down with the motion, working him up to his big climax.

     "Im going to cum!" Dietz cries.

     "Fucking do it!" She yells. She starts to thrust her body hard and slow.

     "CUM!"...

     "IN!"...

     "SIDE!"...

     "MEEEE!"

     When she said that he yelled out ferociously as his dick pumped a quart of jizz inside her, expanding her uterus instantly.

      "AHHHGHGH!" She cried at the top of her lungs, as the thick dick cream filled her. She leans back on his dick, the softball sized swell extending from below her belly button. Another quart erupted out his tense cock, stuffing her full womb to its limits. The bulging uterus now like a melon. He thrusts into her by the waist for his final blow, stuffing the last quart of semen within her. She looked five months pregnant, her belly evenly rounded with his seed. He lets her orgasm continue to unfold, leaving the limp body hanging from his dick. A minute later he stands up with her hanging there, turns and lies her back onto the lounge. He pulls his dick out slowly, a fountain of cum follows behind it. She is unresponsive, incapacitated by the overload on her senses.

     "That was good," Dietz says despite no response, "See you tomorrow." the words registered in her mind, the last thing swhed remember before passing out. Dietz cleans himself, dresses and exits the room. Before he leaves The Nest, he advises madame that she not disturb Elizabeth, though as soon as he's gone she checks on her, it is her room after all. 

     Madame gasped at the sight, the puddle of cum that gathered underneath the broken girls body. She had never seen anything this messy, even when she was with Dietz he never came so much before. She walks by Elizabeth and checks to make sure shes still alive, honestly believing she could have died from such an encounter. It's miraculous that she could handle it at all, she thought.

     The madame cleans up the mess and moves the girl to the bed, letting her battered body rest comfortably. She grabs the glass of whiskey that Dietz never finished and drinks it down. Wondering to herself, what had changed of the man she once loved.

 

     That next morning Elizabeth woke up, her body sore from the night before. She struggled to her feet and stumbled out of the room. Madame sat down the hall in her little kitchen, dashing to the struggled girl.

     "Take it easy," she says holding her up, "let me help you."

     Elizabeth is guided to the kitchen and set in a chair.

     "Drink some water." Madame insists while filling a glass.

     Elizabeth takes the glass and drinks it all, clutching her stomach as she deals with the lingering pain.

     "What happened last night?" The Madame asked.

     "He... ugh... He wants me to go to the big house tonight." Elizabeth struggled to talk, feeling a lack of breath.

     "I knew that already, he told me before I sent you to him." Madame inquires more clearly, "How did he cum so much is what im asking?"

     "I dont know," Elizabeth responds, "He never did that with you?"

     "No where near, dear." madame says sensitively, "His penis and balls were pretty average."

     Elizabeth looks confused.

     "What do you consider average?" she asks seriously, "He was huge!"

     "Thats not possible." The madame scratches her head, "I wonder what else has changed over there." reffering to the big house.

     "When was the last time you were there?" Elizabeth prying.

     "The day I left and came here. We only had sex one other time after that and nothing was different." Madames confusion increases.

     She stands and looks down at the girl.

     "Ill go over there later and check it out." She says, looking out for Elizabeth's safety, "Something isnt right here."

 

     That afternoon Elizabeth had recovered enough to leave, she goes and sees Sylvester at the farm. Once there its clear to him that theres something wrong.

     "What happened to you Elizabeth, did somebody hurt you?" His feelings strong for the girl.

     Elizabeth thought of a lie, but she didnt want to keep lying to him, especially when he cares so much for her. She told him the truth, that she worked at the nest and slept with men for caps. She was a prostitute, a whore, a filthy slut, except thats only how she felt, not how she described herself to him. He did not think such things anyway, instead he was furious of whoever it was that hurt her.

     "Who did this Elizabeth?" His voice stern, the look on his face saying hed hunt them down now, risking his own life.

     "Dietz," she mumbles, "the boss of everyone here."

     Sylvesters face twitches, that changes the situation as he rethinks his preemptive actions.

     "Well I wont let this happen again," He says, "Dont go anywhere near him for a couple days."

     Elizabeth begins to cry, hugging Her friend, feeling his protection,"I have to see him tonight. He wants me to stay at the big house."

     Sylvester had heard rumors from others of what went on in there. Rumors such as women appearing pregnant overnight, and sometimes dieing from the pain of sex. Abused by Dietz and his men, repeatedly until they were of no use. Sylvester couldnt let her go there.

     "You have to run from here, you have to get away." His words striking at Elizabeth.

     "Theres no way, the guards know who I am, I'd be shot, or worse." she began to imagine what could be worse than dieing, but threw the thought from her mind.

     "I have to go," her tears building, "theres nothing you can do. I dont want anything to happen to you." She sobs as the thought of love passed to Sylvester.

     "I love you, Elizabeth." he says boldly, "I wont let anything happen to you."

     She hugs him tight, then steps back from him.

     "I have to go, sorry." Elizabeth apologizes through her tears and runs away from him.

     "Elizabeth dont!" He yells, but she does not stop.
