Chapter 3: In the Crevice of Cottonwood Cove

Finally, Liz reclaimed her weapons and headed towards the barge with Cursor Lucullus. Relieved to be finally getting out of that den of iniquity, she also felt a little disappointed she didn't get the whole treatment she was "promised" by Siri. She thought back to the disappointing event which transpired in the weather station and how it could have turned out for her. She supposed if she had stayed frozen in that position for a little longer, she could have had quite a good time, although her reputation with the Legion might become a little tarnished. Being called degenerate was bad enough, but if the other Legionaries caught wind of this, she'd be a slut or a whore in their eyes.

"Hold the barge!"

Liz turned around to see a Veteran, two Primes and a Recruit racing up towards them.

"Hold the barge! We're going too."

The four men stepped on the barge and sat down facing each other in the middle as the barge set off back down the Colorado to Cottonwood Cove. They chatted among themselves quietly, causing Liz to feel a little uneasy, occasionally disrupting her fantasy of the weather station.

Soon, the barge came to a stop back at the docks of the cove, and Liz stepped off planning on returning to a little deserted ranch she found about half an hour away west when a hand grabbed on to her shoulder and turned her around. It was the Legionary Veteran.

"Hold on a moment," he said in a stern voice. "Caesar wanted us to give you your reward for your services. Right this way."

"What reward?"

"You'll soon find out."

Suddenly, she knew what this was all about. Four fine men of Caesar's Legion showing a little appreciation to a naïve young woman. Perhaps today won't be a total loss after all. She eyed the men and decided she could probably take them out with a little luck and surprise if things started to go awry.

"After you then, Veteran," she agreed and followed him off the barge.

The men led her across the wooden pier back to the cove, then took a left turn, past the restrooms, before coming to a stop in front of a shack by the cliff.

"Your weapons please," asked the Recruit as one of the Primes unlocked the door and the three men walked in.

"There you go," she smiled and handed over her weapons before she too and the Recruit followed the three men it.

"Now boys, not too rough eh?" she giggled as she heard the lock click behind her.

"You willingly walked in here knowing all along?"

"Well it wasn't that hard to guess," she teased.

"You must be one horny little slut then," grinned the Veteran.

The men moved the shelves over to the wall, clearing the centre of the room. They then moved the four barrels to the centre and placed the blackboard over it.

Liz took off her bonnet and threw it towards the shelves before climbing up and standing on top of the blackboard.

"Well show us what you've got then, you fucked up whore," ordered the Veteran as the four men started to take off their armour to reveal their impressive cocks.

Liz started swaying her hips, running her hands up and down her slender body and began groping herself while constantly letting out the most erotic moans the men had ever heard. Slowly, each button on her Pre-War dress left its housing, giving the men an ever increasing view of her beautiful cleavage.

"This slut's better than all the bitches in Gomorrah combined!" muttered a Prime as his hand gave his hard cock a few strokes to relieve the tension.

She bent closer to him and pouted, before giving him a mischievous smile and pulling herself back up. Finally, the last button left its hole and Liz parted the front of her dress, springing her wonderful tits out into the open for the second time of the day. All the men reached up their hands to fondle their magnificence. She responded by arching her back backwards and slipping her arms out of their sleeves, letting the top part of her dress fall back, exposing her entire torso.

"Now, now, boys," she grinned, parting their hands from her breasts. "Ready for the rest of me?"

Her hands went to her abdomen, her fingers accurately undoing the only thing holding the blue dress against her pale skin. As the belt became undone, she rolled her hips and turned around, allowing the fabric to sensuously slide over her curves, and down her legs, exposing her well rounded ass in full view of the four horny men.

"No panties? You're really desperate to get fucked, aren't you, you naughty bitch?" muttered a Prime.

She smiled, turning her head back to look at the Legionaries inspecting her perfect physique. Sitting down and spreading her legs out, she gave the four men a better view of their entertainment.

"It's a long story... But anyways, what do you think then, boys?" Liz reached down to her clit and gave it a little wiggle.

"I think it's time we had our fun with you, little slut. Come down now."

The Veteran offered a hand and helped Liz off the blackboard. He then sat down on the edge and beckoned her in.

"I heard you were thirsty at the Fort," he laughed. "Well in the Legion, you need to work hard for your reward. I suggest you start now."

"Gladly," and with that, Liz bent over and engulfed the entirety of the Legion Commander's musky cock in her mouth and started to suck out his juices. Bobbing her head backwards and forwards in time with the Veteran's moans of pleasure, her tongue worked wildly at his tip whenever it came into range. Suddenly, she felt a firm pair of hands grab her hips as a Prime aligned himself behind her. He guided his cock with one hand, pacing it up and down along the narrow opening of her bare pink folds, teasing her as his other hand began fingering her clit.

"Also in the Legion," said the Prime. "You must do all of what your superiors ask of you, down to the word. So we'd better get you used to a little multitasking hadn't we?"

His rock hard shaft suddenly plunged deep into her welcoming wet pussy, sending a moan into the Veteran's hard cock.

Liz revelled for a moment, taking in the ecstasy of being forcefully penetrated by the two men at both ends of her being: both her lips widening and contracting with each thrust. Bliss. Shameful bliss. She knew if word got out of this, she'd be labelled a slut or a whore by the whole Legion, and possibly beyond! The humiliation that would ensue any time and every time she came back into the "civilised" world. All the respect, trust and honour she had gained throughout her journey and her plans of the future... They would mean nothing...

Fuck that, she thought, screaming in euphoria as she felt the Prime slam his manhood even deeper into her dripping cunt. His hands reached out forwards to cup and squeeze her jiggling tits, giving them the aching attention she'd unknowingly overlooked. She couldn't care any less now.

That's the future, Liz, she mused. Time to do what you were told when you were a little kid: keep your mind on the present. Oh, come on now and fuck me! Fuck me!

Though she never would have imagined back then when she was just an innocent little girl that the present could offer so much... satisfaction.

"Your hands are still free, bitch," barked the other Prime as he grabbed Liz's left hand and guided it to his own throbbing cock. "Use them."

Liz now already being pounded by two men wrapped her long slender fingers around the pulsing cock of the third and started to tug at it as fast as she could. Then she gradually slowed her sucking down she gave the Veteran's shaft one last lick and removed her mouth.

"You there, Recruit," she moaned seductively as the Prime continued to pound her sex. "My right hand is still free. Don't be shy now, come on. I'll give you the best hand job you've ever ha-"

"Keep sucking, you fucking whore!" shouted the Veteran, dissatisfied, as he shoved Liz's head back down into his neglected cock. "I never gave you permission to fucking stop. And you, Horatius, she's fucking right. Why don't you wise up and fucking use her?"

Liz raised an index finger in the general direction of the Recruit, slowly beckoning him over. When he came into contact, she grabbed it and worked her magic, sent the Recruit into a moaning bliss.

"You know if you -ugh- worked at Gomorrah you'd have all of the -ohh fff- fucking Mojave wrapped around you within hours," laughed the Prime pounding her sex.

"Alright, Anthony, you've had your chance warming up this slut's cunt for far too long now. It's my turn," barked the Legionaries' leader. "You," he patted Liz on the head. "Turn over and lie on the board. And take Decimus in your mouth," he pointed to the Prime she was giving a hand job to. "I'm going for a proper ride. Finally, a worthy horse for a Veteran Legion!"

"Fine, Augustus, fine, you take her."

The Prime in her sex, now identified as Anthony, flipped her over onto her back with his cock still inside her, causing a gratifying moan from both parties. Finally, he slowly pulled out of her, leaving behind a trail of their sticky juices connecting his tip to her entrance.

Grinning, he suddenly dived his cock back forwards into her sex, parting her red wet curtains and causing a surprised scream of pure pleasure to echo throughout the small abandoned shack.

"Oh yeah, bitch! I bet you loved that, didn't you?"

"Anthony! I said enough!" shouted the Veteran, clearly jealous of the response Liz gave to the act.

The men repositioned her across the board so her head and waist were both hanging over the sides and took their new positions: Augustus the Veteran now pounded his saliva dripping sex into hers; Anthony, the Prime who had previously been there was now on top of her, musky manhood riding between her two firm yet ample mounds; the other Prime, Decimus, now enjoyed the wondrous luxury offered by Liz's thin strong lips and wild waggling tongue; and the Recruit Horatius now experienced the full package delivered by both of her talented hands.

Now This is more like it, she thought, enjoying the new position and the change in taste in her mouth. The men were actually more accommodating than she had previously imagined in her wild fantasy at the fort. She was actually being consciously pleasured by them! Augustus's fingers were rubbing wildly at her burning clit in the most exotic way she thought possible, and Anthony's thumbs were working away perfectly at her rock hard nipples. And the tastes she'd savoured so far from the two men she'd had gracing her mouth were surprisingly delicious! Even more appealing than most men she'd had the chance of trying before!

Men of the Legion must be pretty well fed, she grinned. They're certainly ranking up pretty close to Benny, and that sad sod's Vegas bred! And you can't get much better than that, you naughty little slut!

Horatius was the first to go. His load blew out onto the blackboard, narrowing missing Anthony's leg, before he slipped out of Liz's hands and fell down to the ground. She grinned and her hands made their way to her chest as she took over control of her breasts from Anthony and squeezed them deeper into his cock, the sight of which sent Decimus over the edge with a moan as his hot cum shot into Liz's mouth, before he too passed out onto the floor.

"Hey boys," whispered Liz seductively after spitting the majority of the load at Decimus's softening shaft and swallowing what was left in her mouth. "Guess it's just the three of us now."

"Hell yeah, baby!" laughed the Legion riding her tits, giving a little more hip action as the two of them watched her breasts struggle to bounce between her hands.

Liz giggled maniacally and laid her head back over the edge of the board as she felt her wet pussy fill up with hot sticky goo of the Legion commander's long held back orgasm. "Make that two."