At first they stayed beneath the elevated expressway, then when they came to a river crossing, urged the protesting horses down the steep, loose slope into the waist deep water. They came from New Cambria, but they turned east following the river into New Britain, guessing correctly that the search would concentrate on the west.
Lotte came to in what seemed to be a forest. No, the trees were in straight lines, a plantation. She ached all over. It was dark, illumination provided only by the moon.
"You're awake."
Said a female voice from her side. She turned to see a young woman, she helped Lotte into a sitting position.
"What happened," she muttered. "Where am I?"
"Don't be concerned," replied the girl. "You won't be harmed, you've been kidnapped."
An icy hand gripped Lotte's heart. Don't be concerned? How did that work? As for being unharmed, what about the bruising on her ribs caused by the saddle? Still, she would be tracked. Her chip would ensure that. She instinctively reached for where it was located, only to find a wound dressing.
They were joined by two men.
"We've removed it," said one. "It will heal."
He introduced himself as William;
"People call me The Captain, this is Doc. Anna you've met. You were tasered, you'll feel better by morning."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Ransom you, you will not be harmed, we are not animals."
"I thought you people had no use for money?"
"Who said anything about money? What we need is your medicines."
Lotte shrugged;
"We've chosen our way of life, you've chosen yours, you can't pick and mix."
"There will be plenty of time for philosphy," snorted The Captain, for now eat and sleep, you have a long day ahead."
He threw some clothing at her and added;
"Put this on, you can't ride in that."
Indicating her figure hugging, ankle length garment. They watched her. Defiantly, she stripped naked. The Captain's eyes narrowed.
"A beauty," he sneered. "And feisty."
He stepped close and cupped a tit. Lotte stood her ground. He placed a hand, palm upwards, beneath her crutch. The two middle fingers probed inside. Lotte stood her ground. He removed the fingers, brought them to his face and sucked them. A slight smile crossed his face.
"You've just been fucked! I said that you would not be harmed, but you will be fucked, hard and often. Starting now."
He removed his clothes. Lotte had never seen such a hairy man. He was bearded, his long hair was tied back in a pony tail, his arms, chest and legs were hairy. Standing out from the bush at the base of his belly, was a huge erect cock. Lotte shrugged and lay back down where she had woken up, legs apart.
The Captain entered her moist cunt with ease, filling her. Not as full as the double cocks that had, how long ago, indundated her cunt with the spunk that The Captain had tasted, but a good cunt-full nonetheless. He fucked her skillfully, he was an artist. It took all her willpower not to give him the double satisfaction of her orgasm as his seed spilled generously into her.
"Cunt like velvet," he muttered. "I might keep this one."
He stood and nodded to Doc;
"Your turn."
He said. Doc looked at the girl. She showed no emotion. Doc stripped naked. A much younger man, less muscular, less hairy. But still with a fine looking, bone-hard cock. He slipped it easily into Lotte's well prepared slot. Lotte had the impression that he was following orders rather than his instinct, but he was still a good fuck. She felt him discharge, then he was gone.
They prepared for sleep. Lotte was concerned, but excited. This was adventure. What a day, fucked by four different men and kidnapped by pirates.
Lotte was awaked by fine mist falling. They were in a plantation, an indoor, avocado plantation. The mist was from the irrigation system. It was daylight. She was given freshly picked avocado for breakfast. There was no sign of The Captain. Anna asked if she could ride, she could. Once mounted, her wrists were tied to the pommel. Doc mounted and took the reins of her horse. No escape.
They rode back to the expressway river crossing where The Captain was waiting. There were two pack horses, across one was strapped the fresh carcass of a red deer stag. Lotte was reminded of an ancient movie, Robin Hood. Her captors had longbows across their backs.
Lotte was wrapped in the skin of another stag, complete with antlers, tied face down across the saddle of her horse and warned not to make a sound, to play dead. They rode slowly into the sun, across no man's land.
They were challenged by a drone almost immediately. Staying at a safe height. A longbow had adequate power to take out the drone. A metallic voice challenged;
"You are violating a neutral zone."
The captain waved and indicated the packhorses.
"We are hunters," he shouted back. "Prey does not respect your borders."
There was an agonising delay while the cameras scanned them. Lotte considered crying out, but curiosity was too strong. She was having an adventure. The drone spoke;
"You may proceed. Please respect the neutral zone."
The Captain saluted and they continued at a walk towards the treeline. Safely hidden, Lotte was released and allowed to mount astride. Anna gave her a wide brimmed hat, the summer sun had the power to kill.
They rode for hours, mainly in the shade of the tree canopy, following faint tracks until they came to a clearing. A spectacular waterfall cascaded into a large, rocky pool. They dismounted. Anna produced food. After they had eaten, the pirates stripped naked and swam in the pool.
"This is how we bathe," explaned The Captain. "There will be no bathrooms until we are home."
Lotte joined them. It was very lighthearted. Fun. They frolicked. Doc and Anna obviously had a connection, but they were in awe of The Captain. Doc looked at The Captain, who nodded. The coulple left the pool and dried each other gently. Doc's cock bristled. Anna knelt and took it gently into her mouth. It was beautiful to watch.
Anna then layed back on an animal skin and Doc returned the favour, gently licking and sucking her cunt until she came, crying out. Doc scambled up and fed his cock into her. They fucked like lovers, Lotte was entranced. She felt a hand touch her naked buttock and turned her attention to The Captain. He was holding his erect cock.
"Suck."
He said simply. Lotte smiled and knelt before him. She wanted this. She wanted to be fucked, but this would do nicely, she loved to suck cock. She was rewarded by generous mouthful of salty spunk. More than a mouthful, there was more than she could gulp down, some of the surplus ran down his shaft, some dripped from her chin onto her tits.
They sat together on a skin and watched the youngsters lithe bodies twine as they fucked vigorously but lovingly. Lotte had seen erotic ballets do the same, but this was natural and in the dappled shade with the waterfall as the backdrop and birdsong as the score. These people have something that we have lost, thought Lotte.
The Captain's arm was around her shouders, his cock was fully erect, she fondled it. She husked;
"I'd like you to fuck me."
She nodded at the rutting pair and added;
"Like that."
"Get on your knees," he said. "That way we can watch and fuck."
Lotte knelt. The Captain felt for her opening and pushed in. Lotte's cunt clasped it gratefully. He fucked her slowly, with long, deep strokes, fondling her tits as he fucked. Lotte reached beneath and rubbed clit until she came, gasping. The Captain held her hips and raced to his finish, roaring as he came. He remained inside her until he softened and slipped out.
He slapped her bare arse and said;
"Come on, playtime's over. We still have a long way to go."
Lotte cleaned herself, surprised at the amount of spunk that he had pumped into her. Added to what he had shot into her mouth…
The rode for several more hours, walking pace only, the terrain was rough and the paths weaved through the trees, sheltered from the sun and from the prying eyes of drones.
The killer sun was a result of climate change, which peaked in the middle of the 21st century, as widely predicted. Storms and floods claimed many lives, the sun was less dramatic, slow death unforseen by many. But the cause of the cataclysm was not the weather, but disease. An incurable plague wiped out 90% of human population in the space of two years, until a cure was found. Leaving the survivors with a clean sheet, a new start with new thinking.
At dusk, they came to a village, chilldren ran out to meet them. They exchanged the deer carcase for cooked food and rode to an empty building at the edge of the village. The food was delicious. They prepared for sleep. Lotte wondered if she would be fucked again. She hoped so. She was disapointed The Captain chose Anna. He lay on his back for Anna to mount him.
Anna did the work, riding him, small tits bouncing delighfully. Lotte watched enviously as The Captains sturdy shaft emerged, shining with her juice, then vanishing as it was rammed back inside. Her envy was double edged, at some point, she thought, I will eat Anna's sweet young cunt, preferably after it has been filled with The Captain's finest.
Was that permitted in their society? Lotte knew little about them, other than stories of frequent raids by pirates. These were good people, they had been treated like heroes by the villagers. She became aware of Doc, standing by her side, watching his (?) girl being plundered by the older man. She fumbled for his cock, went to her knees and took it between her lips. Very soon she was attempting unsuccessfully to swallow a load even bigger than The Captains. Whether it was something in the water, diet or lifestyle, it would sell well back in the east.
