Blast Radius Chapter One - A New World


Summary
The adventures of Eli, the proud captain of the formidable wind riders (a group of winged humans) in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.


In the 21st century, unexpected surprises awaited the inhabitants of Planet Earth. These surprises were much larger and more unpleasant than anything humanity had previously experienced throughout its history.


A series of regional economic crises that occurred during the 2030s grew into a large-scale global economic crisis that affected the vast majority of existing states. By 2040, economists began to call this global crisis the term, "Second Global Economic Depression."


In each region of the world, events occurred that affected the life of every ordinary person: a sharp drop in the level of real incomes, the collapse of the banking system, and exponential growth in unemployment. 


The global economic crisis lasted year after year. All the optimistic forecasts that market mechanisms would soon automatically correct the situation, did not come true.


Negative changes in the economy entailed natural consequences in other spheres of public life: in politics, science, and culture. The political authorities and business communities of most countries in the world began to try and overcome their own economic problems by appropriating the resources of neighboring states.


Local military conflicts, which in previous decades smoldered like coals, began to increase their intensity and expand their area. Science was put at the service of the aggressive interests of big business and the expansionist intentions of politicians.


Thanks to the work of biased media, humanity has forgotten about the need for space exploration, the importance of maintaining ecological balance, and the humanistic significance of scientific knowledge. 


Instead, scientific progress was subordinated to the ideas of maximizing profit at any cost and the ideas of creating ever more powerful weapon systems. As a result, dozens of local military conflicts escalated into a global military conflict that affected everyone on the planet. 


This happened in 2050. What happened could be called the beginning of the Third World War. Each of the strongest states on the planet sought to obtain the maximum amount of resources for themselves, and so they all entered into open confrontation and began to conduct military operations on land, at sea and in the air.


The media in each of the warring states supported their own population with the illusion of the inevitability of an imminent victory in a global military conflict. The media incited ordinary residents of their country a feeling of xenophobia towards other nations, a feeling of religious fanaticism, a feeling of their own national exclusivity, messianism and their own national superiority over all other peoples.


The global military conflict was gaining momentum. During 2051, the strongest of the warring states began to involve their allies in hostilities. Political authorities in the warring countries began to carry out mass mobilization of the population into the armed forces.


The growing intensity of the conflict led to the use of powerful types of weapons. One of these types of weapons was nuclear weapons. 


Each of the warring countries had some kind of missile defense and air defense systems. Therefore, the military command of each side of the conflict had the expectation that the damage from a nuclear bombing to its own territory would be minimal.


However, these optimistic calculations were not destined to come true. By 2052, the massive use of nuclear weapons has resulted in vast areas of planet Earth becoming an uninhabitable radioactive wasteland.


In 2053, the population of planet Earth has declined catastrophically. The so-called 'Nuclear Winter' has arrived. The few survivors took refuge in underground bunkers or in the few hard-to-reach shelters on the surface. 


For hundreds of years, human civilization ceased to exist on the surface of planet Earth.


Over five centuries, the climate and appearance of the planet have changed significantly. Many territories were flooded by the ocean, many rivers dried up and were swallowed up by deserts. Due to the detonation of nuclear missile warheads that were stored in underground storage facilities, a shift in tectonic plates occurred.


New species of living beings have appeared. The reason for this was the acceleration of mutation processes due to the consequences of the use of bacteriological weapons and chemical weapons, as well as due to radiation. 


So now it's the year 2553. On the surface of Earth there are settlements of descendants of people who in one way or another survived the nuclear apocalypse.


You are one of the people who live in this dangerous post-apocalyptic world. You live in a territory that once upon a time was part of something called the 'United States of America'. However, these outdated ancient terms are of little significance for your modern world. The world you are forced to exist in looks completely different...


You are Eli Vanlu, Captain of the Wind riders, standing on the edge of your clifftop mountain aerie. Looking out over the barren wastes that stretch out below, your people have lived atop this mountain for ages.


Safe from raiders and monstrous mutants, the almost unclimbable stone walls are easily guarded. Stepping to the edge you dive off, your massive wings unfurling as you adjust your body to ride the rising air currents. You are soon joined by the other Wind riders, soaring over the wastelands high above the dangers on the ground.


The great desert has slowly been growing in recent times, meaning that you need to fly farther and farther from home to find food. Below you can see the mangled lumps of destroyed buildings, bits and pieces of the old world now swallowed by the sands. 


Using the wreaked city as a landmark you shift your path, heading north today instead of going to the coastal villages to trade for seafood.


In the distance you see the mountain range loom up, your tribe has a set of camps there, where you can rest while hunting. The plan was to make for the camp, before spending the next week hunting for food. You are nearly forty strong, although most of your party will be tasked with flying any food you collect back to the aerie.


You all reach camp easily, and the next morning spread out to scout for a game. The land is different here, still mostly green and rocky as the desert had not yet expanded this far. The first day is mostly for scouting, so you fly in small group's just looking for things to harvest. 


While as Captain you're also keeping an eye out for your Wind riders, things have gotten a bit more dangerous lately.


As the ground men take shots at your people more often, at first you had just thought it was because of the desert making it harder on everyone. 


But recently you have begun to wonder if it is something more than that... the ground men known as slavers have been coming into your lands.


Slowly you circle around just getting ready to head back to camp, when one of your young Wind riders comes winging up. "Captain Eli! Captain Eli!" He shouts excitedly as he circles closer to you, there’s panic on his young face and he pumps his wings hard to get to you.


"What is it, Quin? What has happened?"


"It's Sean and Tina! We found a big ruin where they winged inside to look around. But... but something happened, because they never came back out... I was going to go in but I..." the young rider paused, not wanting to admit that like so many others he was afraid of the buildings from the old world.


"Show me..." You call, gesturing for your small scout group to follow as Quin leads the way over a mountain pass. Below you can see the broken gray and rust colored ruins stretching out, like most of the city's from before the war it is a burned and blasted wreck.


Near the far side you see the big building, the stone it was made from having survived the fire that burned almost everything else. The great dome sits atop an even bigger square building, with massive columns that are impressive even to this day. Circling around the dome, Quin points to a large opening that had been torn out of it in the past.


"They went in there," he called as you circled around, before landing on the top of the square building, staring into the darkness within the great dome. Looking around at the other Wind riders with you, you draw your crossbow loading it quickly.


"If I am not back by the time the sun touches the mountain tops, return to camp and finish the hunt." You lift a hand to silence their protests, knowing that they all wanted to go with you into danger out of loyalty. 


“I will not lose anymore of you... so no one will come after me. You will finish the hunt and take the food back to the Aerie." Readying yourself you wing up to the opening, sneaking inside with your weapon up and ready.


Slipping into the darkness you crouch down, pausing to allow your eyes to adjust to the dim light. Looking around to spot dangling nets, if you had winged in here you would have flown right into those nets. No doubt that is what happened to Sean and Tina, creeping over to the edge you peer down into the great rotunda. Noting the fancy tiled patterns on the floor far below, the columns and bits of broken statue's litter the edges.


As you stare down you can see flickers of light coming from one side, picking your way along the edge, you come to an open spot. You spot an old red painted metal door, pulling it open, you discover steps leading down. Slowly and carefully you climb down them until at last you find an open doorway, the door has long since rotted away.


Stepping out you find yourself in the rotunda, a ground walker guard is sitting on a break pedestal not far away. Luckily his back is to you, as he peers up at the nets hanging high above; It is plain that he is here watching for someone like you to come winging in. 


Putting your crossbow aside, you take out your knife.


Moving up behind him slowly, you grab him from behind, placing one hand over his mouth. You quickly pull the edge of your knife over his throat, feeling the hot blood spray onto your hands as he quickly dies squealing into your palm. Laying him down you look him over, noting his bow and other weapons.


Off towards the light you can hear the echoes of gruff laughter, as well as muffled high pitched screams. Grabbing your crossbow, you slowly head in that direction, knowing that it was odd there would be only one warrior watching the trap. 


You follow the hallway away from the rotunda, down to a big square open room where a fire flickers in an old barrel. A figure can be seen standing in the hall peering around the corner, the second guard had sneaked back here to watch the fun. 


Moving up behind him you drive your knife into his kidney, and then pull him back farther into the darkness to finish him off, before taking his spot at the corner. 


Peeking into the room you see what is happening, Sean is locked in a makeshift cage, rope wrapped around his body as he struggles impotently. Six grounders have Tina held down, they are laughing and joking as they take turns on her body. 


You can hear her screaming into the gag on her mouth, as these vile beasts abuse her body. Luckily for you they are totally distracted by their awful actions, and have pretty much disarmed themselves.


You spot a battered old military rifle leaning against the wall, if you can get to you should be able to kill them all. Lifting your crossbow you point it at the slavers as you edge your way forwards, as they’re enjoying the show of one of their number rutting poor Tina. 


"Hey, we should let Grun have a go," one of the grounders snorts, before standing up to walk across the room, suddenly his eyes widen as he spots you. 'Twang.' Your crossbow hums as the bolt hits his chest with a solid 'Thump', the slaver's mouth opens and he staggers backwards clutching his chest.


The others look on in shock for a long moment as you grab the rifle, even as their attention turns towards you. Two of them freeze in shock, just staring at you in wide eyed horror. The one abusing Tina hasn't even noticed you as yet, the other two instantly grab for weapons.


Lifting the old rifle you fire, 'Bang Bang Bang', it roars as three round fire with a single pull of the trigger. This surprises you, but not as much as the slaver you're aiming at as two of the three bullets hit him making that body slump. 


And then there is screaming as they all start to react, even as you fire the rifle wildly, killing three more of them quickly. When suddenly the gun 'Clicks', it seems that you are out of cartridges. 


Swinging the old rifle like a club, you beat the last slaver over the head as he attacks you, when suddenly the door leading outside bursts open, and a huge monstrous figure comes lumbering in. The creature is massive with a light green skin, its body covered in makeshift armor made from bits and pieces. In its huge hands was a club that was easily longer than you were tall, as you turn to look at it the slaver you’re fighting screams.


"Get him Grun!" Now you know who they were talking about earlier, you know just from looking at him that you don't stand a chance fighting Grun on the ground. The only good thing you see is that Tina has freed herself, quickly you call for her to flee out the open door.


You watch as the naked and still dipping Tina makes her escape, at least one of your Wind riders has gotten out. While you spread your wings, dodging out of the way as the massive mutant swings his club at you, you focus on the fight in front of you, hoping that you will find some way to win.


Some unknown time later you awake in pain, the whole right side of your face a massive bruise. Right eye swollen closed, as blood still trickles from a cut over your eyebrow oozing slowly down your cheek. 


"Eli!" Sean exclaims in relief looking down at you, as you lay on the hard wooden floor of a slowly moving box wagon. There is a strange taste in your mouth, and a strong musky scent on your sticky face.


"I'm alive, Sean." You moan out weakly as your body is in a lot of pain, glancing down you see that you're wrapped in ropes just like Sean. Only your body has been stripped naked, you have only vague memories of the fight with the huge green mutant. 


Your head isn't the only thing aching, you feel like red hot coal is smoldering between your butt-cheeks. Flashes of jumbled memory, screaming in pain as you are held down by the big mutant. You have the feeling that with Tina having escaped, Grun took his turn on your semi conscious body after the other slavers stole your things.


"Tina got away." Sean explained unnecessarily, as you felt something hot and slimy run down your bottom. "They were really mad about that. Guess females sell for a lot more than us." 


That makes you doubly glad Tina got away, if the way they were treating her meant anything. Plus, it pleased you to think that you’d beaten these bastards in some way that really upset the ground crawlers. 


"You killed so many of them, they have been forced to retreat to their settlement. To recruit more members, they plan to sell us at an auction there. I heard them talking about it after they finished fu..." Sean paused, not wanting to say what they’d done to you. 


Sean really was a bit soft about things. "They were pretty excited to see just how much they could get for us Wind riders."


"I'm glad... just sorry I couldn't get you out as well," you moan stoically, struggling to sit up only to realize that with the way you're tied up there is no way you can. "Keep your eyes open and your mind active. We'll figure out some way to get away from them, Sean." You whisper harshly, seeing the battered human sitting in the driver's seat of the wagon.


While the big green mutant lumbers along ahead of the wagon, clearly he is meant to be clearing the way for the slavers. "I don't plan to be anyone's slave." Of course you hadn't planned on getting ass raped by a big green mutant either, the throbbing pain in your anus reminds you as the wagon bounces along.


"I hear you, captain," Sean snorted, looking around sharply as the wagon rolled steadily onward. Sean was far too kind to point out that you hadn't been able to save him or yourself for that matter. It is a full day's travel before you see the looming junk pile, you didn't even recognize it as a settlement until the wagon rolls up to the gates.


Plainly these ground crawlers have crafted their town out of bits and pieces of old junk left over from before the war. 


As the heavy wooden gates closed behind them, a shudder of dread raced down Eli's spine. Because you know that you are in the heart of the enemy camp now, the chances of either of you escaping has just dropped to zero. 


Glancing over at Sean's face, you see that he understands that as well.


As the wagon clatters along the narrow twisting streets, you find yourself staring out at a sea of faces. More people than live in your whole village, you had only ever seen these creatures from above and at a very great distance. Mostly they look human, without wings of course... faces sun beaten and dirty for the most part.


You had never realized there were so many other beings left alive, within the crowds you are shocked to see. Other creatures... mutants like Grun, scaly looking creatures that looked like some kind of lizards. Humans who resemble half melted wax figures, along with other bestial looking fur covered men.


Some of the crowds glance at you uncaring, others stare at you with pity in their eyes. Some few look on with obvious interest, a shiver races through you as you feel their desires to own you. The wagon rolls on a few moments longer, until it rolls into an old building which may or may not have been a theater, it was hard to tell these days.


The back half of the building is just a shelf, the roof having either been removed or blown off. The brick walls were still solid it seemed, the wagon pulled into this area and rolled to a stop. Glancing up you see that the open roof is covered by tarps that flutter slightly in the wind.


You and Sean are left in the cage for the next night and days, as the slavers spread the word of the coming auction. Wanting everyone to hear about their winged prize, you and Sean are left wrapped in ropes the whole time.


One of the slavers, an older man who had not been with the others on the hunt, came into the cage to hand feed you both. The food is not very good, still, you are hungry so eat most of it, with the old slaver eats anything you don’t finish himself.


The water he gives you to drink is bitter and foul smelling, but you are even more thirsty than you were hungry, so you gulp it down quickly trying not to taste it.


Finally you're dragged out of the cage, taken through a doorway deeper into the building. Grun carries in his massive arms, setting you down on an old wooden stage. As you watch the old human slaver who fed you, locking a metal manacle on your ankles. Chaining your legs to the stage floor, as you stand there looking around desperately for some way out.


But you just can't see anything that might be helpful, beside you Sean is looking more and more hopeless as he is chained down. "It will be alright," you reassure him as the ropes are removed from your bodies, together with the loincloth covering your genitals. 


Quickly you move your hands down to cover your male organs, yet with your wrists still tied together you can't cover everything.


Breathing a sigh of relief you stretch your wings, beating them a few times as the manacles on your ankles hold you to the stage. Finally you settle back down letting your wings fold up against your back, as the old slaver laughs and claps his hands at the show.


"Heh... ya aint got much there between yer legs to show off birdie. That's okay though, some buyers like to feel more masculine than their slaves." 


The older slaver moved over to uncover Sean's genitals, smirking as he saw that Sean was much larger down there. "Hehe... now there is a right proper cock," he laughed, reaching down to fondle those hefty male organs. Sean blushed in shame and struggled to push the slavers' dirty hands away.


"Looks like yer the Cock of the walk... and this one is the Hen." The old human laughed as he gestured over to you, shame making your face and neck burn with shame. It was bad enough to be forcefully stripped naked in front of strangers, but to have your proud male organ insulted as well. 


"Don'tcha fret little Hen... we'll get you lookin' real sexy fer yer new owner." His sneering voice made you tremble slightly, as there was a nasty menacing tone that hinted at something perverse.


A short time later an older male ground crawler comes in, dressed in loose fitting pale green clothing with a long dirty white coat on top. "G'day Remy... So which one do you want to turn into a female?" the old human asked, as he joined you and the old slaver on the stage.


"Wait what... Female!" You scream out in shock, looking around wildly as everyone just ignores your outburst.


"Hi yas, Doc." Your captor greeted the Doctor, as the balding old human sat his medical bag on an old stool. "This one over here is our little Hen." The Doctor looked you and Sean over for a split second, noting the size of your male males compared to Sean's.


"Good choice... this one plainly has low hormone levels already. It will be easy to change him into a pretty little female." The Doctor began to lay out the things he would need, as you struggled and looked around in shock at the horror you felt. 


The ground crawlers couldn't be serious... Right? The Doc takes out a couple of big old syringes, loading one full of thick silver gray sludge. The second is loaded with a glittery pink sludge, even as you flap your wings kicking at the chains around your ankles.


"No... no, you can't do this!" you protest as loudly as you can, even as the slaver holds your arms at your sides.


"These nanites are getting hard to come by," the older human pointed out as he grins at you, winking one eye as if he hadn't heard your protests. "I can assure you that they will indeed transform you into a female. You should be glad, considering these tiny and no doubt sterile genitals of yours." The Doctor chuckled sneeringly, as he fondled your small cock and balls.


Picking up the syringe of silver gray gunk, the old human holds it up in front of you. "These will remake your sexual organs... transforming them from pitiful sterile male, to wonderfully fertile female. You would never have been able to sire offspring before, but now you will give birth to a whole new flock of your race."


"OUCH!" You scream out in pain, as he jabs that huge needle into your tiny testicles. Filling your crotch with agony, as that thick silvery fluid is injected into the heart of your genitals. Instantly a heat begins to burn within your organs, that thin little dick stiffening as you struggle to get away.


"Now the pink will change your hormone levels... grow you a nice set of breasts... get your egg production started. We'll make a real Hen out of you... soon you will be popping out little chicks left and right," the manically grinning human gloated, as he injected the pink sludge into your chest and buttocks. "In just a few days... you'll be ready to start your new life."


As the last words leave the doctor's lips, Eli feels a strange sensation spreading through his body. At first it's a slight warmth, but then it intensifies until every inch of his skin seems to be burning. Then, almost instantly, the feeling disappears, leaving behind a heavy lethargy. When he opens his eyes again, everything looks different... His body is different.


His once-masculine form has transformed into something else entirely. His chest is soft and rounded, with two large mounds where his pecs used to be. His hips have widened, and between his legs, there's a wetness that wasn't there before. And most unsettling of all, he can feel something inside him... something alive, wriggling and growing.


Eli tries to move, but his limbs feel weak and unresponsive. Panic rises in his throat as he realizes what's happened... he's been turned into a woman. A wave of nausea washes over him as he looks down at his changed body, tears streaming down his cheeks.


The crowd of slavers and mutants watch with interest as Eli's transformation unfolds. Some laugh and jeer, while others seem genuinely curious about the process. But none of them show any sympathy or concern for Eli's plight.


In a desperate voice, you begin to scream as loud as you can, hoping that your cries would reach someone's ear. You flail your wings and kick your legs, trying to draw attention to your situation. Your eyes scan the room, looking for any opportunity to escape or fight back. Despite your fear and the pain, you refuse to give up hope.


While you're screaming for help, some of the ground crawlers in the audience look at you with curiosity, while others seem to ignore you. Meanwhile, the slavers continue with their preparations for the auction. As you continue to struggle, a sudden gust of wind comes from your wings, causing a commotion among the people near the stage.


Seizing this opportunity, you use your wings to push against the chains, hoping to break free or at least loosen them. You also try to use your wings to shield you from the Dr’s intrusive touch. Determination and strength is evident, even in the face of such a dire situation.


After what feels like hours... but probably only minutes, the effects of the nanites treatments finally wear off. Eli struggles to stand, her legs shaking beneath her. 


She looks around desperately, searching for some way to escape this nightmare. But she knows that her chances are slim... she's trapped in a foreign land, surrounded by enemies who see her as nothing more than property.


Just then, Sean catches her eye. He gives her a small smile of encouragement, letting her know that he's still there for her. It's not much, but it's enough to give Eli a glimmer of hope. 


Together, they will find a way to survive... and maybe, just maybe, they'll find a way back to their home in the sky.


As the days pass, Eli's body continues to change and develop. Her breasts grow larger and more sensitive, her hips ever wider. She starts to menstruate, an unfamiliar sensation that both frightens and confuses her. It is a constant reminder of her new existence, and it fills her with a deep sense of sadness and loss.


Despite everything, Eli refuses to give up. She works out secretly, trying to maintain her strength and agility. She also tries to learn as much as she can about this new world in secret, hoping to find some way to turn the tables on her captors.


One day, while alone in her cell, Eli hears voices outside. It's the slavers discussing their plans for the upcoming auction. She strains to listen, catching snippets of their conversation. They're planning to separate Sean and her, selling them to different owners. The thought of being separated from her only remaining family member fills her with dread.


Determined to prevent this from happening, Eli comes up with a plan. She will wait until the slavers are distracted, then use her newly developed strength to break the chains holding her to the floor. She’ll quickly free Sean, and the two will make their escape.


Meanwhile, the slavers have been busy preparing for the auction. They've adorned you both with new clothes... pretty dresses made of scraps of fabric. Your wings have been bound up tight against your back with thick cloth, rendering you unable to fly. 


You've been given makeup to wear, bright colors that accentuate your femininity and make you stand out even more. It's all part of the spectacle - making you look as attractive as possible to potential buyers.


Sean has been kept close by your side, chained to you with a metal manacle around your wrists. He's been given similar clothes and makeup, though he doesn't seem to mind it as much as you do. 


There's a strange bond between the two of you now - a shared suffering that has brought you closer together. You’re going through hell as you know it, and you know that you'll face whatever comes next side by side.


The day of the auction finally arrives. The crowd is even larger than before, filled with all sorts of creatures from the wasteland. There are humans, mutants, lizards, and even some half-animal, half-human creatures. 


You and Sean are paraded around on a platform, your wings bound tightly against your back. The crowd stares and whispers as you pass by, their eyes filled with desire and curiosity.


You're put up for auction together, your bond as Wing Riders making you inseparable in the eyes of the buyers. The bidding starts high, with the slavers clearly hoping to get a good price for the two of you. 


There's a lot of interest in you both, and the price goes up and up until it finally settles at an amount that leaves the slavers grinning with satisfaction.


As the auction ends, a burly man with tattoos covering his arms steps forward. He looks you and Sean over, eyes lingering on your feminine form. "Alright, I'll take these two. But I want them trained up properly... I want a flock of Wind Riders." The man says, his voice gruff but not unkind. The slavers nod and smile, clearly pleased with the arrangement. You and Sean are led away from the auction, your chains removed as you're guided towards a new life.


Your new owner, a man called Viktor, takes you both to his compound... a fortified settlement filled with other Wing Riders. You learn that Viktor is a tough man who has managed to carve out a life for himself in this harsh new world. He sees potential in you and Sean, and he's determined to turn you both into the perfect Winged slaves.


Under Viktor's training, you and Sean quickly become close. You spend your days training your wings together, legs chains on your legs as you hover over the ground together, honing your skills and learning to work as a team. He’s a demanding taskmaster, but he's also fair and patient. He teaches you how to hunt and defend yourselves, and he helps you reclaim some of the strength and agility that you've lost.


Over time, you come to realize that being turned into a woman wasn't the end. Yes, it was a horrible experience, but it also gave you a new perspective... a chance to see things from a different angle. And in some ways, being a woman has made you even stronger.


With Sean by your side, you start to build a new life for yourselves. You may never return to the sky or your home, but you find a new sense of purpose in serving Viktor and his cause. Together, you'll face whatever challenges come your way, ready to soar to new heights... even if you can't fly like normal Wind Riders do.


Sean on the other hand couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the stunning and beautiful creature you had become after the horrifying transformation. A wave of emotions washed over him... shock, admiration, love, even desire. 


He knew it was wrong to feel attracted to someone who had been forced into such a change against their will, but he couldn't help himself. His heart went out to Eli; he wanted nothing more than to protect you from further harm and restore your dignity.


You are now with soft curves and full breasts, looking at yourself in disbelief as well. You felt different inside... not just because your body had changed, but also due to the strength you had discovered deep within your spirit. Your resolve to fight back only grew stronger, fueled by the newfound femininity that seemed to empower you.


Sean for his part couldn't help feeling intensely aroused and attracted to Eli, even though he knew that she had been a male and his wind rider captain... But then again, maybe this could be seen as an opportunity for something entirely unexpected?


As if reading on point, the ground crawlers decided it was time to put both of the Wind Riders through another horrifying ordeal... they were going to force them to mate with one of their own kind to produce offspring. 


"Now that we gotta hen... we can breed us some more," the older human smirked cruelly as he pushed Sean onto the cold, hard floor, forcing him into submission while tying you down next to him. They both knew what was coming; it was a sickeningly cruel twist of fate.


You struggled against the ropes binding you, tears streaming down your face in frustration and fear. Your heart broke at seeing Sean forced into such a degrading situation, but deep inside, you found strength... not just for yourself, but also for the bond shared with Sean. 


As the gruesome act unfolded, you closed your eyes tightly, focusing on visualizing a way out of this nightmare scenario. Meanwhile, Sean fought back his anger and humiliation, channeling all that negative energy into determination and resilience.


As much as it pained him, Sean understood that he had no choice if he wanted to protect you from further harm... even though doing so meant participating in an act that went against everything he believed in. 


He looked deeply into your tear-filled eyes, trying to convey how sorry he was for what he had to do. It felt like betrayal, yet necessary under these horrifying circumstances.


You could feel the weight of Sean's guilt and shame pressing down upon you with each thrust. But along with the physical discomfort, you also sensed a deep connection between the two of you... one born not just out of love but also shared suffering. 


In some twisted way, this experience only served to strengthen their bond; they were now bound together by more than friendship or camaraderie alone. Sean rubbed the helmet of his huge cock against the dewy lip's of your new sex, as the leering slavers watched on eagerly.


The air grew heavy with tension as Sean slowly pushed himself inside of you, both of you gritting your teeth at the painful intrusion. Despite the brutal force behind each thrust, there was something undeniably intimate about sharing such a vulnerable experience together. 


Your bodies moved in sync, driven by necessity rather than real desire... still, somehow, you managed to find solace in one another amongst chaos. You couldn't help but think of all the times you’d shared laughter and joy, contrasting those memories sharply with this vile act.


Your moans echoed off the cold walls around you, mingling with the cruel taunts from your captors who watched on hungrily. But for all their jeers and catcalls, neither of you paid them any mind; instead, you focused solely on each other, lost in a world where survival meant sacrificing every last shred of dignity you possessed.


As you each reach climax, your movements become more frantic, desperate almost, as if trying to outrun both your physical tormentors and also the emotional weight bearing down. And when it finally came, the release was bittersweet: relief washing over you like a tidal wave while simultaneously reminding you both of everything that had been robbed of... innocence, freedom, humanity...


Collapsing onto one another, panting heavily, you felt tears streaming down your cheeks once again... only this time, they were mixed with gratitude for having survived yet another ordeal together. You lay there for several long moments, simply holding onto each other tightly, basking in the aftermath of an experience that threatened to break you both but ultimately strengthened your bond.


"I'm sorry, Eli," Sean's quiet words, barely discernible among the sneering laughter and mocking jokes of the slave owners, were permeated with remorse...


As the echoes of your moans faded into silence, leaving behind nothing but the cold breath of reality, you and Sean found yourselves wrapped up in each other's embrace. The world around you seemed to blur as you clung desperately to what little hope remained. In those fleeting moments of respite, the two of you shared unspoken vows of loyalty and survival, promises whispered in the wind among the cacophony of cruelty surrounding them.


Your captors continued to jeer and taunt from afar, oblivious to the defiant spirit smoldering between the two wind riders entwined before them. For now, at least, it was enough... a small victory snatched from the jaws of despair. 


And though darkness loomed heavy upon the horizon, Sean knew deep down inside that he would do whatever it took to protect his captain...even if it meant enduring more pain than either of the riders could ever imagine.


As night fell over the desolate landscape, Sean couldn't help but pull you closer against his chest, seeking solace in your warmth. Your bodies were bruised and battered, evidence of days spent under the merciless hands of your tormentors. But despite this, there was an undeniable strength emanating from both of you.


With each passing moment, Sean found himself growing increasingly desperate for release once again. The memory of the earlier encounter still lingered heavily between you like a thick fog, clouding every thought with lustful longings. 


He traced gentle fingers along your bruised back, feeling muscles tense beneath his touch as you braced each other for what was about to come. You both knew that you wanted to feel that pleasure again, especially now that you were alone together.


"Are you sure?" Sean whispered softly into your ear, concern etched deeply onto his blunt face. You both knew Sean's cock was huge, and that first time had been painful. Since your new female sex had bled from the hard pounding Sean had been forced to give it. 


"I don't want to hurt you further." His voice trembled slightly at the prospect of causing any additional suffering to the one he cared for so dearly.


"No, it's okay. You brought me a lot of pleasure earlier," you confessed with a soft smile, as you hadn't wanted to act like you’d been enjoying it while the slavers had been watching.


"Alright then..." Sean whispered as he gently caressed his captain's damp velvety folds, both gasping for breath. You merely nodded, eyes closed tightly as if trying to shut out the world around you. In that instant, it became clear just how far you two would go for each other.


With newfound desire coursing through him, Sean began to explore your body more intimately than ever, tracing kisses down your neck while teasingly caressing those taut ass cheeks.


As your passions reached a fever pitch, Sean positioned himself behind you, sliding smoothly against that moist flesh until the head of his cock pressed firmly against that eager pussy of yours. There was no denying the raw hunger burning in both your eyes… an animal-like desire that transcended anything either had experienced previously. 


And without another word exchanged between you, Sean thrust deep inside of your body, filling that sex completely as a primal roar echoed forth from within his chest.


Your bodies moved together like two halves of a single entity, lost in a frenzied dance fueled by desperation and need. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, drowning out the cacophony of cruel laughter ringing in your ears. 


For those few precious moments, you were free... bound only by the irrevocable bond connecting you on a level deeper than any words could convey.


Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless motion, Sean collapsed onto your back, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Their sweat soaked skin stuck together like glue, evidence of the intense ‘battle’ they had just fought... 


"Thank you, Sean," you moaned as you felt his huge cock throbbing within you, guessing what that meant even before Sean began thrusting again… this time slower, more tenderly. 


The second climax was less violent, yet no less satisfying; filling you completely.


In a world where pain and suffering were commonplace, two beings... one large and muscular, the other smaller but equally fierce clung onto hope like a lifeline. 


As days turned into weeks, your relationship deepened further. Sean would often find himself lost in thought while staring down at your naked form as you slept peacefully beside him. 


The scars on your cute form served as constant reminders of past traumas, yet there was something undeniably beautiful about them; it was almost as if those marks bore witness to the strength that lay within you. And every time Sean looked at you, he saw not just a lover, but also an equal partner in this journey called life. Someone who understood what it truly meant to fight back against adversity with every ounce of will power available.


One fateful night weeks later, under the glow of moonlight filtering through the cracks in your makeshift shelter, you came together once again... bodies slick with sweat and desire. This time though, things were different. There was no desperation nor need driving you forward; instead, it felt like pure love guiding each movement, each touch. As you moved rhythmically against one another, your eyes locked onto each other's gaze, conveying unsaid words of affection and devotion.


It wasn't long before climax washed over you both, filling you with warmth and contentment unlike anything else you had ever experienced. "We must escape," you moan, caressing the growing bulge in your formerly male belly, knowing that new life was growing there. 


And not wanting your offspring born into slavery, your eyes widened as Sean took out a tiny bit of old cable. Working desperately to pick the locks on the chains, for hours he failed over and over again until finally there was a soft 'Click' as the lock popped open... Now you just need to escape the settlement, which would have been impossible for most slaves. Luckily as winged humans... as wind riders, you could fly out of the walled town.


And so, with newfound hope and determination, you and Sean made a daring escape under the cover of night. Your wings, once a curse because it made you targets for slavers, now became your saviors as you soared into the sky, leaving behind the oppressive buildings of the settlement. The winds whispered tales of freedom and possibility as you cut through the air, your bodies gliding effortlessly in unison.


But then an alarm rang out, and gunshots were heard soon followed by Sean crying out, the wind rider clutching his chest as he fell from the sky. 


You dived after him... but couldn't catch him before his lifeless body lay sprawled on a rooftop, bright crimson blood leaking from the rifle wound in his chest...


In an instant, memories of your friend and lover flash through your head. Everything you did together since before enslavement and up to this point, the emotion that had grown between you. Your joint flights in the skies… conversations about life, the joint suffering or just the help you sought to provide each other.


Mental images of all this are now just echoes of a former life... that life would never return. Because your friend Sean was dead... his lifeless, bloody body lying on that roof. 


Your mind is shaken by the realization that you have lost the closest person in your life. You let out a cry of sorrow, tears flowing from your eyes. These sorrow tears are immediately picked up by the wind, and carried away into the distance like rain.


The only answer you hear was gunshots... you barely have time to make a quick turn. The air currents are felt by your wings, how long has it been since you felt such a wonderful thing... as flying in the skies? 


You have lost count... the days in slavery were merging into one amorphous disgusting mass. Flapping your wings with all your might, quickly moving away from this terrible city inhabited by cruel monsters who look like humans.


Bullets 'zing' through the air near you, almost touching your body as you whirl away. The thought is pulsating in your head 'What will happen to me if even one bullet hits the target?' You would fall from a great height... death would be inevitable from that. 


You are forced to make another evasive maneuver, fortunately, your speed and the lack of marksmanship of your enemies help you successfully escape.


You only hear the retreating angry, discordant screams of the unlucky slave-overseers, saturated with hatred. "Stupid hen! You are just property! We will find you anyway! The power of the great city of Babila is an irresistible force! We will bring you back and we will enslave all your relatives, you pathetic winged animal!"


You continue your lonely flight, sickened with loss over the death of Sean. The words were imprinted in your mind, threats to you and your people. The words were branded in your senses, like a mark on an animal's hide. The heaviness in your belly was affecting your flight, and you realize this was why pregnant females rarely flew. 


Straining your strength, you try to fly as far as possible to the northeast.


Your heart races as you try to catch your breath after such an intense flight. The memories of Sean flood back even stronger, making it hard for you to hold back another wave of sobbing. But there's no time for that right now... you must find safety before those slave-owners can track you down.


As you lay hidden among the bushes, you take stock of your surroundings. It seems like a relatively safe spot, surrounded by tall trees and thick undergrowth. You know you have to be cautious though; these men were relentless. 


With each passing moment, the weight in your belly grows heavier, reminding you of the fragment of Sean still inside you. This responsibility feels overwhelming but also gives you purpose... to protect what was left of him and honor his memory.


You close your eyes, trying to block out the pain and exhaustion threatening to consume you. Rest might seem impossible given the circumstances, but deep within you understand its importance. After all, how can one fight against evil if they’re too weak or broken themselves? So with great effort, you let yourself drift into unconsciousness. 


Before sleep takes too much of a hold, off to the southeast movement and sound catches your attention, crawling over you look around carefully...


Your heart skips a beat as you hear sounds coming from ahead... clanking metal and muffled moans. As you approach slowly and carefully, you realize it's a farm run by ghouls. The sight is both horrifying and fascinating at the same time. 


You watch them work tirelessly under the pale moonlight, oblivious to your presence. It seems like an eerie dance between life and death.


As much as you want to turn back and leave immediately, something inside you urges you to stay and observe. Perhaps there's more to these creatures than meets the eye, or maybe you just need answers about their connection to Babila and the slave trade. 


Whatever the reason may be, curiosity gets the better of you.


Taking advantage of the shadows cast by the nearby trees, you sneak closer to get a clearer view. Your senses are heightened; every rustle in the grass could mean danger. But for now, all is quiet except for the distant howls of wolves echoing through the night air.


The scene before you paints a chilling picture... a world where the line between living and dead has blurred beyond recognition. And yet, here you stand, caught between two worlds yourself; one foot firmly planted in humanity while the other teeters on the brink of darkness. 


As if sensing your presence, an unexpected figure emerges from the group of ghouls... a female with kind eyes that seem almost human amidst her melted features. She approaches cautiously but warmly, offering you some sort of nourishment made from what appears to be rad roach flesh cooked over an open fire. 


Despite its unconventional nature, it smells surprisingly appetizing.


With a mix of gratitude and wariness, you accept her gesture. The meal is filling and gives you much-needed energy after days of scarcity. After eating, she motions towards a corner hidden by hay bales, indicating it as your resting spot for the night. It's far from luxurious, but under these circumstances, any form of shelter feels like a blessing.


She seems to have noticed your condition, and smiles in a friendly if grotesque manner. "It's ok, Sweety. I was a nurse before... you know, the war." She examines you and confirms what you had already guessed, that you are with child. Something that seems to delight her, and she babbles on about her time working in a hospital maternity ward.


Throughout the evening, you observe the ghoul community from afar mostly while trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. They move about their tasks silently, occasionally glancing at you curiously yet leaving you alone. 


There seems to be a sense of unity among them despite being creatures feared by most living beings. This observation leaves you pondering on how different societies can function even in the face of societal rejection or fear.


As dawn breaks, you bid farewell to this strange hostess who showed unexpected kindness towards you... another reminder that humanity isn't always black and white. 


With renewed strength and newfound knowledge, you continue your journey into unknown territories, ready to confront whatever challenges lie ahead as you travel back home…


To Be Continued…






A SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR DRAGON MEMBER:


GRAHAM NOLEN