Overhead the sun beat down as Anya trudged towards the ancient city. Already she could make out the twisted remnants of girders rising like skeletons from the broken and burnt concrete dwellings. She unhooked her waterskin fromher belt and uncorked it. She took a gulp of the water inside and tried to remember what it had been like growing up...
Her mother was a gloomy image at the back of her mind. It had been hard to survive and the roaming gangs had captured them several times. They had been traded back and forth like belongings, without a second thought that they were human too. Anya had been fortunate as she was just a child. She had been assigned to menial tasks, to fetch and carry for the men. But her mother had been taken from her sight often. Willingly or not the men had used her for their pleasure.
...And now Anya was a young woman. She had escaped from her former world of cruelty but for how long. She was prime property, athletic with large succulent breasts and a firm ass. How long could she avoid being captured, sold or raped?
Suddenly she was jerked from her musings as the ground erupted infront of her!
A huge shiny body wrenched itself out of the dust and reared up before her... It was a giant mutant sand scorpion. |