'Alright, let's think…I need resources that I can use in other universes things that almost always have a high value, Gold, Platinum, Silver Rhodium, Iridium, and Palladium, I'm sure there's more but these are the top ones I can think of…the best ways to collect these elements in a refined form would be dead worlds…zombie worlds and other Post-Apocalypse worlds where the resources hold little value when compared to food and where there aren't any governments monitoring such elements due to imploding, having bigger concerns, or just that they no longer exist.
In the Travel/Target Lock I input Zombieland, at the beginning of cannon. With the location and time frame locked in, my foot presses down on the accelerator just a little bit more than before.
Getting home I begin assembling my resources, Chainsaw, can of mixed 2-stroke oil/gas mixture, sawed off over under break action 410 Gauge shotgun, lever action 30-30, 300 Win Mag Rifle bolt action with multifunction scope, AR-15 with many tactical/ergonomic enhancements, 12 Gauge Remington Semi Auto, 20 Gauge Remington Semi Auto, various magazines, and dozens of boxes of ammunition, both full metal jackets, planking rounds, slugs, Buckshot and a special quarter filled load for the big bore 12 Gauge Remington 810 pump with a pistol grip.
Loading every mag, and tube with rounds, before I shunt everything into my subspace…except for my 410, 'It's too bad pistol restrictions are so tight in my home state…' Is the thought that passes though my thoughts as I carry my very old but in almost peerless condition 410 shotgun out to the garage, reaching the garage I rest the gun into the bench mounted vices, and grab my angle grinder switching from a polishing pad to a cutting disc, with a deep feeling of regret I turn the antique firearm into a sawed off shotty, and begin turning the stock into a pistol grip, switching the cutting blade back to a polishing pad I go over the and make sure that they are smooth and that there's no pieces of metal hanging in the slugs pathway, before moving to what is left of the stock and shave it down a bit more making it smooth as a baby's bottom, before grabbing a bottle of seed oil and going over the exposed wood of the stock.
"Gotta let this set for a bit, make something to eat, grab a shower…try not to fall into a state of depression again."
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After a rather short night's rest, of two hours I feel ready to roll, checking on the 410 I see that the wood has taken the oil rather well but still wrap the stock in self adhering bandages, before pulling a box of shells out of my subspace and loading the little shotty, before opening the portal/vortex to Zombieland.
'I should probably have gone to the movie world of Chronicle first and tried to get telekinesis…but I can do so later the energy cost to both worlds is nearly non-existent since my little stint in Seiichi's world and isn't that a bit of a kick to the nuts, I get a massive power boost but it's still not enough to break into by all accounts a lower level heaven where all dogs go when they die…I wonder if the cost will be the same trying to go from Zombieland to Chronicle or if the energy cost will be greater?' my thoughts run a mile a minute as I step through the portal/vortex.
"Huh, strange…" I can't help but express as I come out on the other side of the portal/vortex onto a mostly desolate sidewalk with only a few people out and about, a bit of a way down from a bar and ahead of me by maybe ten-twenty feet is a pretty blonde woman. At least I assume she is pretty given her figure and the way that she is dressed times resumes, my attention is drawn to the right side of the street, there's a guy homeless maybe given the state of his ragged clothing, the most notable feature about the man is there is blood running down his face from around his mouth. 'This seems…hmm.' my thoughts carry a distinct hum to them as I notice that the man is beginning to sprint towards the woman, who is walking in front of me and it's obvious that she is distracted by something given the downwards tilt of her head and the slightly unbalanced gait of her walk she's either inebriated distracted by her phone or a bit of both.
"Hey lady, look out!" A bellow slips out of making the blonde drop her phone and spin to look at me, 'Damn it's Amber Heard! I think she's only called 406 in the movie.' The zombie is a foot away from the movie-star look-alike and is starting to lunge towards her, she turns and a scream rips from her throat.
Using instant movement I appear beside her wrap my arm around her waist and use instant movement again moving away from the zombie just in time for a guy to walk around a corner and draw the zombie's attention, the movie-star look-alike who is clinging to me screams as the man the zombie tackles to the ground and begins taking a bite out of screams.
"Oh, I think I'm going to be sick." I hear her murmur and gag before the man lets out one final scream, before he gets snuffed out and stands up, a newborn zombie.
Raising my right arm, aiming my 410, hammer pulled back I pull the first stage of the trigger which fires off a single round, the boom of my shotgun rings in my air, the slug takes out the left knee of the original zombie,I re-aim and take out the new zombie's left knee.
Sliding my left hand down I pat the movie-star look-alike's ass, "I gotta reload, honey…so back up a little bit." I say to the poor blonde as she yips in surprise, she reluctantly removes herself from my side body trembling before she puts on a brave face and starts fixing her clothes and her head while I reload my 410 with slugs I kept in my pocket, approaching the two zombies that are gimping their way towards us I deliver a slug between their eyes, reload again and Double-Tap both with a second slug to the dome.
I turn to face…406, and she backs away from me with a frightened expression on her face, "Y-you ki-killed them!" Her voice trembles as she points an accusing/judgemental finger in my direction.
"Kinda hard to kill what's already dead, Sweetheart…plus I saved that pretty little ass of your's, come with me and I'll show you some proof."
"I-I…" 406 stutters as she looks at the bodies, her face pale, body still trembling but nowhere near as noticeable as before.
I slowly approach her but find myself wondering why I'm wasting my time here with her. I mean sure she's hot, but unless I plan to take her with me she's just going to die here later on.
"M-my place is just the next block over…" 406 finally offers before slowly moving closer to me I move my left arm a bit opening my side to her and felt rather pleased as a pickle when 406 decided to cling to my side, resting my hand on her side we begin walking to her apartment building where Columbus Ohio or whatever the fuck his name is lives and is 406's neighbor.
"So got a name, beautiful? My name's Mason."
"Amy…my name is Amy…thanks for saving me from that homeless guy…"
"The Zombie…homeless guy." I helpfully tack on as we reach the apartment complex that 406…Amy lives in, we make our way up to her apartment, at the door she starts to show a bit of nervousness.
"J-just give me a second." Amy mutters as she bolts into her apartment, I see take-out containers, bras, panties, pads and tampon boxes strewn about through the open door that she tried and failed to close fully, rolling my eyes I head inside shutting and locking the door behind me, walking up behind Amy who is bent over picking up some dirty dishes, when she straightens her back I wrap my arms around her hips, which makes her jump in fright before her body relaxes and she leans back against my chest.
"We have bigger things to worry about than a messy apartment, set that stuff down on the coffee table, and sit this pretty ass down on the couch." My voice comes out firm and commanding and a shiver runs through Amy while she tries to wiggle her ass against me, that brings a smirk to my face.
"O-okay." Amy mutters and does set the dirty dishes on the coffee table, I let her go and she takes a seat on her couch, looking at the couch then the door, I begin pushing the couch so the right end of it which is furthest from Amy presses against said door, making the apartment a little bit more secure than it was previously.
Flopping down on the couch beside Amy, cringing as the springs cry out and Amy bounces on the cushion slightly, but the way her tits bounce and the giggle it draws out of her make it worth it, pulling out my phone I go into my files and open the video file for Zombieland and turn up the volume so it's easily heard.
We get to the part where 406 enters Columbus's apartment, "Oh my God, that's me! But why would I ever go to that loser?!" Amy gasps and up to the point of dying by the toilet tank lid, Any devolves into sobs.
"I-I was going to die tonight, you saved me!" Amy shouts and before I know she's on my lap kissing me, I can taste the fruity alcohol she drank at the bar, my mind flashes to Taby for half a second before I push the thought of her out of my mind and toss my phone into my subspace.
I start giving Amy my full attention, and damn does Amber Heard…'s look-alike have a great ass, that my fingers sink right into.
Amy's hands slide underneath my shirt running along my chest, while she hungrily kisses me, sliding my hands from her ass up her sides, to her front, gripping the fabric of her shirt in each hand I slowly pull my hands apart ripping open Amy's shirt, which makes her gasp and sit back on my lap, which reveals her cream colored bra, it's not the sexy frilly kind…Amy definitely wasn't planning on bringing a guy home tonight.
Leaning in I start kissing Amy's tits and enjoy the way she does her best to push them into my face, 'They're not the biggest pair I've ever enjoyed but they're firm and perky.' Desiring to do more, I slide my hands down to Amy's sides and stand up from the couch, drawing a squeak from the movie-star look-alike, walking to the end of the couch, I put her over the armrest.
Pushing her black pencil skirt up to her waist and pulling the panties that match her bra down to her knees, before unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out.
Amy looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes widening at the sight of my cock while she also teases her bottom lip with her teeth, "Just to make it clear, I'm not looking for anything serious." I say to her as I press my cock head against her drooling slit, left hand wrapped around my cock while the right hand I reach around and start rubbing her clit.
"Hhhmmm." Amy expresses in a long drawn out mix of hum/moan, pushing into her slowly a pained sound comes from her throat, as I stretch her tight entrance/walls rather widely.
"Uhh-yo-your so fucking big-it-utt-hurts!" Amy moans/whimpers making me pick up my pace, her arousal splattering against my thighs, her ass rippling with every impact of my thighs to her.
'I think I might keep her…better than leaving her here to die, because she will die or get turned into a sex slave or food for a living cannibal if I leave her here…of that much I'm sure.' Even my thoughts are broken up by verbal and mental grunts as I resist the urge to release a load in Amy's tight cunt, her silky vaginal walls seemingly trying to milk me dry.
"H-hey, tell me something." I grunt out while trying to keep myself from coming too soon.
"Hnn-wh-what-hmm?!"
"Would you like to come with me? You'll spend most of-of yo-your time spent in an age-ageless sleep like-haa sleeping beauty-fuck-your-pussy feels great-but-you-you'll only get woken up to get fucked by me…your-your life-will-ha-be reduced to-that-of-haa-a-pocket pussy." Something in my words triggers a rather explosive reaction from Amy,
"HHHEEEE-NAAA-HAAA!!!"
She creams-screams, multiple jets of squirt shoot out of her as her lower half trembles, her small fists, fisting in two of the pillows on her couch.
The sensations caused by her orgasms push me over the edge, and though I know I should pull out I bury myself as deep as I can go…flooding her with a massive amount of cum.
Leaning heavily against Amy, I slide my left hand around and underneath her bra squeezing her right tit, Amy whimpers her body spasming every few seconds almost in sync with my balls throbbing as they jettison more of my cum into her.
"Haa-haa." Amy pants heavily, "If-if I stay-haa-here-I…I'll die…or…or worse." Amy's words are broken up by her panting, and soft sighs…but there is an unmistakable tremble in her voice I can tell she's terrified of being on her own, the video of her own death and then a her corpse being brained to true death really shook the twenty year old college girl.
"You dying by zombie or commiting suicide would be the gentlest and kindest ways to die but just as likely you'll be picked up by a group of phychotics, raped multiple times a day traded between groups for food and other resources raped every where you go until you become unattractive in some way or other, catch a disease, age out of being beautiful, get pregnant, and become worthless in terms of trade, or you get picked up by cannibals and slowly eaten over time…or cut yourself and die a slow debilitating death from some disease, or starve to death…your prospects for survival are very very dim, almost non-existent."
"I-I'm useless…why-why would you even want me?"
"Because you're gorgeous, you seem like a nice girl on top of being gorgeous even if you do have some hangups…plus I'm lonely and often very horny so keeping you in my back pocket so to speak to pull out and empty my balls in just seems like a good idea to me…but you won't be a slave if at any time you want it to stop, I'll give you some supplies and drop you off in another world…one not experiencing a zombie apocalypse." I make an honest well reasoned response to her question at least it sounds so to me.
"O-okay, I'll go with you…can, can I stand up now this position is starting to hurt…umm, you're still hard…but I don't think I can take anymore of that right now my pussy is so sore right now." Amy mumbles and sounds exhausted.
"Sure, grab what you need and any sexy stuff you have…clean yourself up…dress up nice and sexy for me the next time you see me it'll be because I'm taking you out to fuck you, and that will most likely be the case every time until we reach a safe place." Amy's bottom lip trembles the more that I say while she tries to stand up, her knees nearly give out and I catch her before letting go of her.
"Get moving…I have errands to run." Amy nods and I enjoy the way that she stumbles away from me without bothering to fix her panties as my cum drips onto them, the floor and sticks to her thighs.
Looking down at my jeans, releasing a grunt of annoyance at the wet stains that made by my rather explosive fuck buddy, my cock still dirty I decide to follow after Amy grabbing her arm I spin her around, "Wha-what?" I point down at my still hard and dirty cock, "Clean this is and put it away." The order comes out of me easier that it should Amy flinches, a twinge of pain flashes across her face and she rests her left hand over her groin, while she slowly lowers herself onto her knees, sticks out her tongue and begins licking my cock clean.
"That's a good girl." The praise slips out of me and I can see a flash of validation and mischief in Amy's eyes, 'Seems…she's rather into this arrangement, not surprising given that I saved her life and showed her, her future and then proceeded to fuck her keeping her emotionally imbalanced on top of some educated guessing and voicing of her future prospects.'
'Did…I always have this side to me and it just never came to the surface given the society I was raised in?' Mentally shrugging off those thoughts as I slide my fingers through Amy's silky blonde curls, Amy reading my intentions opens her mouth wide, and I begin pulling her head down my length, greatly enjoying the way she gags on my cock as her throat bulges.
"Uhh-yeah…I made the right decision to save your pretty ass." I groan as I let myself sink into fucking Amy's mouth and throat.
Amy tried to nod her head in agreement but my hands on either sides of her head, holding her in place, while I pick up the pace of my thrusting in and out of her mouth and throat balls slapping against her now saliva covered chin, until the tell tale, pulsing in my balls signified that I was ready for another release.
"Drink all of it." The grunt of command leaves me as I push down into Amy's esophagus and unload my balls twitching as I shoot rope after rope down her esophagus and into her stomach.
Even though her face is starting to turn blue the college girl holds on until my release comes to an end, pulling out of her mouth leaving Amy to fall over on her hands as she chokes/coughs while trying to take greedy breaths of air, feeling a slight sense of pity for her, her reaction triggering memories of suffering from Asthma attacks, which makes me gently pat and rub her back.
"You did a good job, Amy…I'm proud of you…you're a good girl." My voice comes out almost sounding like a coo, it's soft and caring…which makes me shudder slightly, it signifies that I'm becoming attached, meaning I have another person to lose.
"Take your time to recover, get cleaned up and dressed in something sexy, that'll make me want to rip it off of you and fuck you on the spot…pack your things that have great personal value, sexy stuff to wear for me and any meds, feminine care products and the like, we can pick things up that you need along the way…I'll be back soon, I'm going to go get a form of transport."
"You-you're com-coming back for-for me, right?" Amy grabs hold of my legs, looking up at me with watery slightly bloodshot eyes filled with fear of abandonment and desperation to please me so as to not be abandoned.
"I'm coming back Amy…if for nothing other than to have you around to satisfy my physical needs, I'll barricade the door better than with the couch…then clear this building of the infected, then barricade the ground floor and entrances to keep you as safe as I can before leaving, I shouldn't be gone more than a couple of days."
"You-you'll re-really come back for me…r-right?" She questions a bit of confidence bleeding into her voice as she nuzzles her sloppy face against my left thigh.
'I probably shouldn't…but I will.'
"Yes, now I better get to work." I reassure her and gently pry her off of me, and move to pile heavier things in front of the door, not trusting the five dollar chain lock, three dollar slide bolt, not the ten dollar door handle lock/deadbolt.
Exiting Amy's apartment through the living room window and onto the fire escape, with a sigh I move upwards to the roof using instant movement, reaching the roof I make a chopping movement with my hand launching an over-powered energy blade separating the fire escape from the brick, as the fire escape begins to fall, I move down it with instant movement and slowly walk away out of the fall zone, as the massive metal construction clangs to the ground.
Cutting up various lengths of the fire escape to use in securing the apartment building and for makeshift weaponry.
'Wish, I had thought to bring a welder rig and a grinder... that'll be a mistake I correct...not keeping tools and equipment in my Subspace.' Entering the apartment building the front entrance being left ajar with wide streaks of blood smeared on the blue painted steel door, a three foot piece of iron held in my right hand.
I see apartment doors left open blood near doors, sighing to myself as I realize I'm going to have to do some grisly things today.
The first apartment I enter I find a single mother with a one year old if the pictures are anything to go by, the mother is zombified and walking into a shut door, the one who turned her is nowhere to be seen probably because it's turning someone else or she was bitten outside of the building, but I highly doubt it braining the woman with the piece of iron, murmuring a soft prayer for her to find peace in the afterlife while pushing into the nursery.
The year going on two year old infant is crying in it's crib the stink of a dirty diaper is rather prominent, checking the female infant over for any sign of infection feeling both a sense of relief and responsibility for the girl, I let out another sigh and begin changing her dirty diaper and applying some medicated ointment so she doesn't develop a rash.
Packing up everything baby related including her documents revealing that the girl's name is Rebecca Reynolds and that she's a July baby of 2008, the father part of the birth certificate was left blank at the hospital, gently moving the infant into my Subspace I move onwards.
My hands tremble at the sight of a zombified kid, playing with power ranger toys in a puddle of human blood and flesh that looks to at one point have been his younger sibling.
The boys lips pull back in a snarl revealing teeth with human flesh and hair stuck between them, I send a cutter at him cutting him in half, I don't even realize that I sent the cutter through the length of iron, as the mother charges at from my side soon followed by the boy's father.
Finishing up the first floor, killing off the zombified and bitten residents, and securing the rest of the normal entrances, then piling furniture up in front of the windows to make breaching through windows inconvenient, shunting all valuables and things that could be useful later on into my subspace.
The second floor was mostly untouched but in terms of zombies but the people have already started attacking, killing and raping one another, someday I may come to regret my choices but in the moment I decided to clean out the human infection in the building...all of it, those to become zombies and those not, except for the innocent, and only then the few babies in the building which there were six of.
'I feel sick...' is my only thought as I clear the sixth and final floor, it seems without 406...Any coming to his apartment Columbus Ohio became a snack for the zombified pizza delivery boy.
'I know this is a comical horror universe but a zombie that was a delivery driver in life still being able to navigate to an apartment on the fourth floor, to the person who ordered a pizza...is as fucking scary as it is funny.' With the complex secured, all valuables and resources collected, I head out heading for what I hope is a luxury vehicle emporiun, running into now end of undead and other trouble along the way...well trouble being petty annoyances, collecting wealth along the way, before reaching the place and finding exactly what I was looking for an SOD Peak 8X8 a super luxurious off-road RV.
The shop door is open heading inside I kill the recently zombified mechanics and sales staff, then hop in the rig and drive inside, before leaving to collect supplies to make the beast of an off-road RV even more beastly...and the kinda vehicle that would be at home in a Mad Max universe.
It takes about a day to find everything necessary, along with stocking up on high grade diesel.
Another two days to I spend armoring the rig, making it as zombie and human proof as I can, while still retaining the aspects that drew me to it the first place...the luxury-off-road home on eight wheels.
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Taking a Can-Am Renegade 800R in black, a Can-Am Commander side by side in black, and the sport line Can-Am Spyder in copper, plus a few spares for parts, and quite a bit of high octane gasoline…a full tanker's worth, to be exact.
'I feel like my Subspace should be getting cramped but…it feels like it's…well not endless…but much larger than what the User Manual originally said it was…maybe it's a similar situation to the energy density I have now versus when I first got this…you know I'm not even sure if this power fully comes from the system, interface whatever it should be called, but I'll settle on calling it a system for now, but I wonder if it really is a system or is just an intermediary for something within me that its presence allows me to tap in to. Ehh, it's food for thought, I guess.' Shrugging away pointless thoughts as I climb up into my rig, and begin driving back to Amy…the last few days without something to stick my dick in has been rather annoying, I guess when I evolved my libido increased quite a bit too.
Reaching the apartment complex circling it checking to see if anyone has breached the building, I find it looks surprisingly untouched, which makes me feel both relieved and disappointed at the same time, hitting the lock buttons and typing in the code to activate the Rig's security system, I use instant movement to appear inside of the ground floor entrance, and continue to use it until I come to a stop outside of Amy's apartment.
"Amy, stand away from the door, I'm coming in." I holler which may be pointless as Amy wasn't in the best mental states and I did abandon her for a little over seventy-two hours.
Instead of pushing through her door, I punch a hole through the drywall and enter the apartment, finding the living room empty, I head into the bedroom, Amy is sprawled out on the bed on a sexy black lingerie getup, with crotchless panties, a black garter belt, black nylons, black see through babydoll…but her arms have been recently sliced into with a box cutter, blood pulsing out of her arms, skin pale and clammy, a cold sweat on her skin as her body randomly shivers.
"Three days and you fall apart…heh, you weren't even worth the effort I put into saving you…were you, you stupid bitch?!" By the end of my words I'm angrily snarling Amy's dazed, glassy bloodshot eyes move in my direction but it's obvious that she can't focus.
"He-he's not coming back for me, I knew it…I'm worthless, not even good enough to be his sex toy…" Amy deliriously mumbles, my anger lessens but doesn't go away, walking over to Amy I press my thumb against part of the long cut going up the length of her forearm, Amy has too little energy to do more than flinch and pass out.
"I guess, I'm a stupid bitch to…because I'm about to waste a precious resource on a bitch who obviously doesn't value her own fucking life…that I went through so much trouble to save and make sure it stayed safe while I was busy." My grumblings come to an end as I take an Ultimate Healing Potion, out of my subspace, take some into my mouth, lean in, prying Amy's mouth open with my left hand, and funnel the potion into her mouth using a kiss.
Sending the now three quarters full potion into my inventory as Amy comes to life returning my kiss with the vigor of a healthy young twenty year old that she is.
Breaking the kiss and standing up straight to glare down at Amy she at least had the good sense to flinch and give me a submissive look, roll over and lift your ass into the air…if you hips touch the bed…you'll face a worse punishment than the one you're about to receive for being a dumbass who tried to kill herself after I went through all the trouble I did to keep you alive…and deny me my sex toy." My voice comes out a gruff growl that makes Amy nod her head and expression of fear on her face but her eyes are glowing with happiness, as she does as she's told.
The first smack I deliver to her ass is hard…hard enough that I worry I might break bones, but I'm also angry…angrier than I've been in a long time, and I know it's not just Amy…I'm entering another stage of my grief…trying to go to doggie heaven was an act of denial…I am also angry at myself for some of the people I killed here the non-infected…and the young especially.
By the third smack Amy's ass is one big red angry hand print…while her arousal pours out of her cunt…the same way her moans start pouring from her lips, not feeling like rewarding her by slapping her more or stuffing her with my cock I send her into my subspace.
Returning to my Rig, I set course for New York and the nation's gold storage located there.
'I should try and meet up with the main cast…once I collect the majority of the precious metals in the United States of America…I should…key word should have around two months before I need to head to Georgia to do so, I mean I know Columbus died and Emma Stone's look-alike is pretty much a massive bitch but…still she's an Emma Stone look-alike…and I have an offer that would be really hard to refuse.'
It takes me a month to loot the precious metals having collected over 6,000 metric tons of gold, and other precious metals surprisingly stored here in the Federal Reserve Bank of NY alone.
'Is it really worth sticking around to meet Whitchita?' I can't help but ask myself as I lay back and allow, Amy to make up for her suicide attempt, she's rather motivated to get back into my good graces.
"Are you still considering trying to collect those two evil women you mentioned, Sir?" Amy struggles to ask me as she slowly rolls her hips.
"Yes." I don't bother trying to spare her feelings, Amy knows she's replaceable, and that she's still on my shit list.
"I think there are better, more beautiful and more worthy survivors of your attention, Sir." Amy nearly chokes on a downwards drop of her hips, while I look into her admittingly beautiful eyes.
"You're right…thank you Amy, you can take a breather, there's leftovers in the fridge…once you've had a bath and eaten, we'll be leaving this world." Amy's eyes glow at my words, not that I'm taking her advice or leaving soon, but that I'm not replacing her…at least not yet with "Grifter Skanks" her words not mine.
'She is surprisingly protective of me…' I've noticed it over the past month, hard not especially when she tries to act almost downright maternal at times…usually only to get shoved off into my subspace for the effort, though she's still on my shit list I have developed a bit of fondness for her that isn't entirely because of her body, and it bugs the shit out of me.
Suddenly a pounding in the side door of the RV on the metal porch draws me out of my thoughts, while Amy quickly moves to grab the double barrel twelve gauge, I picked up when some chick tried forcefully propositioning me.
I can't help but smile, teaching her how to shoot has been more rewarding than it rightly should have been.
"P-Please, help ME!" I hear a woman try to shout while also keeping her voice low at the same time, looking at the various security camera feeds, I come up short as it's none other than Whitchita, holding a blonde woman maybe a few years younger than herself up.
'Did, I tempt fate somehow or is some higher other higher power fucking with me? I definitely don't have a main character aura.' My thoughts ramble on as I notice Amy's glaring at the door of the RV like she wishes her slugs could go through the armor plating I added to my rig.
As I stand up from the bed, Amy gives me a pleading look to ignore them…as much as I try to be a cold hearted bastard…I do usually end up helping those that beg for help within my hearing distance regardless of it they're of the female persuasion, something that has gotten me into a couple of tight spots recently…almost getting raped by a horny survivor woman who was well on her way into turning into a warlord…or is it Warlady of the Zombieland world…not that if my circumstances weren't just that of a survivor her offer would have been rather flattering given she looked like Octavia Blake, before Amy bashed her fucking skull in with the butt of the shotgun she now uses.
'I should probably forgive her for the whole attempting suicide thing…she is a good girl and has a protective streak as wide as the ocean…but has no qualms about me picking up more women or even joining in for some fun as long as they reach a certain level of worthiness, for me…for her not to act like a gatekeeper…something I wouldn't have to deal with if I kept her in my subspace as much as I originally implied I would, but the thing is I'm terminally lonely and even if I was illogically mad at her for doing the sensible thing in her situation.'
"Go eat or take a bath or do both at once Amy…if they don't move on, on their own…I'll blast um'off the porch." The happy smile that blossoms on Amy's face before she looks at one of the monitors besides the door her face warps into an angry glare.
"J-just don't…don't let yourself be manipulated by those skanks…they've probably killed countless nice and sweet guys like you even if not directly." I feel like I just took some shots, while my head unhelpfully supplies Amy's right that I'd easily be manipulated by pretty faces…especially the face that looks like it belongs to Emma Stone.
Amy waits for a handful of seconds but seeing no forthcoming sign that I'm going to listen to her she sulks off to the bathroom keeping her shotgun with her.
"Why did I have to fall in love with that big dummy with a heart of gold who is gonna get himself killed, cause he can't turn people away in need of help." I hear Amy muttering and feel like she's rather misinterpreted my personality, after all someone with a heart of good doesn't kill kids who kill their Zombified mothers and fathers just because he can see a darkness in them that he personally keeps suppressed.
'Like calls to like…' My brain unhelpfully supplies as I open the door, acting frightened at Wichita and Little Rock's appearance. The fact Little Rock is a grown woman of probably 18-20 instead of a you 12 year old does worry me more than I want to admit.
"Thank you so much…now get it out!" The blond Abigail Breslin look-alike smirks as she points a Glock in my face…after straightening from looking injured.
Letting out a sigh my hand flashes forward faster than as far as I've learned human eyes can see, clamping my hand down on the barrel/slide, crushing the firearm making it useless.
The panicked shriek of pain and surprise from Little Rock as she tries to throw herself backwards and away from me only managing to fall on her back taking her older sister with her.
Letting out a sigh, "You know…I should have expected this from one trick Phillies like you two, my girl in the back that is gonna be all mothering and insufferably over-protective to the point she'll be trying to join me in the bathroom, when I try to take a dump due to you two." I feel my face heat up at the simple fact that my unintentional word choice is that Amy is my girl, and I know the words carry more weight than in the regards of her as a sex toy.
Rolling my eyes at my own quick to form emotional connection to the movie-star look-alike, I send the two dazed and confused women into my subspace, while thinking about where to go first to use the decontamination showers and quarantine protocols before going back to my world, at the same time I lock up the Rig once more.
Letting out a loud sigh I begin cooking a fresh meal of grilled salmon with a glaze made of brown sugar and soy sauce, while making asparagus in a garlic butter sauce, and put a pair of pre-prepared loaded potatoes in the oven.
By the time Amy gets out of the bath and enters the living space, I have an actual meal cooked for us and she's practically glowing while giving me not so subtle looks telling me that she heard everything…without actually saying anything, just standing there leaning against the wall looking all kinds of sexy.
"Stop acting like a ditzy bimbo and sit down to eat." I snap after feeling a little too frustrated and annoyed at myself and not really her, a small smile tugs at the corners of Amy's lips as we sit down and begin to have dinner together.
"Thank you sir, you know you could be a chef…if the words didn't end." Amy praises not forgetting to use the honorific I chose instead of Master that she originally chose herself, a look of guilty happiness flashes across her face.
"If the world didn't end we never would have met." She mutters to herself softly while I roll my eyes at her…it's like everytime I explain my origins to her she forgets them or she thinks I'm from New York.
"Yeah." I shrug in an uncommitted manner while eating my meal, "We're gonna have to go to a neutral location, where we can use the decontamination procedures, and quarantine protocols before we go to my home."
Amy nods and make a nghh sound.
Programming a destination into the Travel/Target Lock, as I finish the last few bites of my according to Amy five star meal, having no experience with eating a five star meal, I try to shrug off her honest praise while trying not to visibly blush…or reveal my discomfort at receiving praise though I doubt it makes any difference Amy sure has learned to push all my buttons over the past month.
Finishing up my meal I leave the dishes for Amy to wash as I head into the bathroom to grab a shower.
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Stepping into the city of Theed on Naboo two years before the invasion of Naboo with Amy dressed like a sexy servant in a white toga like dress.
Both of us heading to nearest medical center…my decision to go the galaxy far far away might be a poor one given the different alien species and all the diseases/viruses they must bring with them.
Reaching the med center and telling the rather helpful Green skinned Twi'lek who looks like she should star in a milf porno made by one of the big entities of Hollywood rather than the excellent doctor that she is who immediately rushes us into decontamination, then quarantine, before giving us a shit tone of vaccines, and helping us register as citizens of Naboo so our healthcare is free.
"What's up Doc?" I ask the sexy Twi'Lek who enters mine and Amy's ward, a soft smile coming to her lips as she looks me over…having walked in on my servant and I passionately fucking more than once over the past month, she's completely unbothered by our states of undress…or rather she's positively bothered by our states.
"Sorry Mya, Sir…thinks he's being funny and not just cute and annoying every time he greets you that way."
"It's very much alright Aimes, I've become accustomed to Lord Mason's eccentricities." The beautiful and surprisingly nice to be around Green skinned Twi'lek shares a co-conspiratorial wink with Amy the two having become best friends over the past month…bonding over a love of the movies and cartoons on my phone…and my talents in the arts, after I bought myself a title of nobility after paying to fast track becoming a citizen, giving me a little bit of political power, that has had me visited by Princess candidate Padmé Neberrie, to try and curry favor with me.
"Other than this one being almost inhuman given the strength of his genetics…you both are perfectly healthy all signs of that pathogen have completely died off and left your systems…I'm almost sorry to say that there is no reason to keep you two in quarantine or the med center in general, especially now that you both have had the contraceptive implants implanted." Mya looks generally sad about that as given her status as a foreigner and a Twi'lek even the humans of Naboo treat her like a second class citizen and sexual object rather than a person…I ignore my own hypocrisy at the sexual object part even if I have done my fair share of fantasizing about getting some alien tang Mya's to be specific.
"You can come spend time with us at the mansion, you helped pick out and secure anytime, you feel like it." I offer and receive a slight blush and a radiant smile from the Twi'lek in return.
"You can come spend time with us at the mansion, you helped pick out and secure anytime, you feel like it." I offer and receive a slight blush and a radiant smile from the Twi'lek in return.
"Thank you, Lord Mason...it has been very hard to make friends since I relocated here from Ryloth and I was-"
"Mya, just call me Mason..." I cut Mya off a bit rudely but if she and Amy are gone to continue hanging out while we stay here then I'd rather her stop using the title.
"Okay...Mason." Mya murmurs softly while she says my name without the title as if she's tasting it on her tongue, her slight blush growing in intensity.
Mya procrastinates on discharging Amy and I from the hospital, it's rather adorable how attached the Green skinned Twi'lek with a body that doesn't quit has gotten attached to us on the past month we spent isolated in her ward with only her and her assistant medical droids for company.
The hoverlimo with built in droid pilot that I ordered off of the net is parked in front of the hospital rear door open with a Protocol/Maid/Super Stealthy Assassin droid that looks like Honey, from Star Wars Legends stands in front of the door keeping it held open.
'I never really wondered what it would be like to be a billionaire…but this is kinda nice.' I'm distracted by my thoughts as I slide into the back of my limo, with Amy quickly sliding in after me.
"Wow…" Amy murmurs with her voice filled with awe.
"Aye, it is pretty sweet…who knew Earth's refined gold is called Arodium-233 an extremely rare and valuable precious metal, did you know that it is theorized that there are only fourteen million tons worth in this universe that can even be remotely mined."
"And it is used in everything…I know, Sir…you've distractedly told me multiple times since you became a billionaire…" Amy tries not to roll her eyes at me and fails in her attempt not to do so.
"Hmm, somebody sounds cranky…are you upset that Mya won't be walking in on us while we're fucking from now on?" I can't help but tease Amy who looks away from me with an almost shy expression on her face.
'I wonder if she forgot that I told her at any time she wanted this to end, that's all she has to say and that I'd give her some resources so that she can make her own way…' My thoughts turn towards Amy leaving and pursuing a relationship with the good sexy doctor leaving me without my object of sexual relief…and anti-loneliness device.
"Amy, you do remember that at any time you no longer find our arrangement agreeable that you can terminate our agreement and pursue your own interests, correct?"
"Wh-what-why are you bringing this up, Sir…did I do something wrong?!" Amy starts to tremble her voice filling with panic and desperation.
"No Amy you have done nothing wrong, it's just I've noticed the way you are around Mya and she is around you…you've more than repaid me for saving you at least the first time, if you wish to pursue a relationship with Mya and she with you I would rather not stand in the way of the two of you being happy." As I speak Amy turns pale as a white sheet before color bleeds into her face and she covers her face with her hands.
Amy mumbles something I can't quite discern.
"What was that Amy?"
"Mya, has a crush on both of us, not just me…sir." Amy murmurs softly which makes me roll my eyes. I would have to have been blind not to see the looks Mya would give me, but she sent many more looks at Amy and then there were the subtle touches of comfort here and there.
"Mya's feelings towards you are much deeper than a crush Amy…and I'm almost certain your feelings for her are much more genuine and from the heart than any preconceived notion of loyalty you have towards myself."
"You're pushing me away!" Amy suddenly shouts and jabs her pointer finger against my chest.
"I'm simply looking out for both of us, Amy…" I offer with a shrug while tears start pouring down Amy's face and she slides as far away from me as she can while staying on the same seat in the hovercar limo.
"Fine, just throw me away now that you're sick of me!" Amy sniffles while I roll my eyes and take out a pre-loaded credit chip with a couple million Republic credits on it and her more personal keepsakes from her home world.
I start to hand her, her belongings when I stop on a photo in a picture frame, we had taken it together at the statue of Liberty, with one of those Polaroid cameras that print out the picture as soon as it's snapped, the smile on both of our faces is genuine, and we both look like we're having the time of our lives together, feeling a little possessive I send the picture back into my subspace.
'It'll be nice to have something to remember her by…' The thought passes through my mind as Amy reluctantly takes the offered items her hands pausing to keep contact with mine of a little longer than necessary, as she looks over the small box something flashes across her face when she sees the camera, but the lack of a certain photo part of me wants to deposit it into the box to as not give Amy false hope but I can't quite bring myself to do it.
As Amy gets out of the limo she looks back at me and gives me a watery smile, "I love you Mason, thank you for everything you didn't just save me from a horrible world, you saved me from myself too." Amy mutters and shuts the door and the limo begins to move again.
"Goodbye Amy, it was fun while it lasted." I mutter as I watch the terrain pass by as the pilot droid takes me to the mansion I'd purchased Planetside, along construction/labor droids to turn the mansion into a fortress ten miles outside of Theed.
'Guess, I'll have to find a new hot chick to wear the slave Leia outfits I had commissioned from that ridiculously over priced and famous designer here on Naboo, luckily I have to Grifter bitches in my subspace that need to be isolated and tested for the zombie pathogen…the clean room/isolation chamber underneath the mansion should be completed by now.' The limo pulls into the garage and a freight elevator activates and begins lowering the limo and myself down to the lowest levels of the fortress, exiting the limo an expression of awe flighting across my face at chasmous space that has multiple clear structures one area is for humanoid patients, while another is for vehicles, then the last one which is for supplies and resources, half a dozen medical droids are looking over medical equipment and supplies, while labor droids, mechanic droids and the like finish up the massive structures within the underground complex.
Heading over to medical isolation, "Head doctor, I have two patients that need to have a full battery or tests while remaining in isolation." I greet the medical droid that the others report to, only being able to tell it apart because of the dark blue paint job compared to the turquoise paint jobs the others have.
"We are fully ready to receive any and all patients, Master!" The lead medical droid's programming is feminine in nature while also showing signs of subservience.
"Good." I mutter as I enter an air lock into the patient wing, put on a hazmat suit get sprayed with a decontaminate mist then step inside isolation ward and deposit Little Rock and Wichita, both women splay out across the floor that is made of the same see through materials as the walls and ceilings, before either can Begin making a fuss I attach the obedience collars used by slavers in this universe and then shove ball gags into their mouths that can only be removed by the remote kept in my subspace.
"What you are about it witness will be frightening, but familiar if you are fans of Star Wars, I have saved you from your zombie infested world…even after you two tried to rob me and leave me for dead, once you have both been treated and cleared you have the option of signing a five year contract to basically be my sex toys and companions, at the end of the contract you will receive a lump sum payment which will see that you never have to work or pull a con again along with travel to any world you can imagine…or the alternative is I drop you into the middle of a roving herd of zombies and offer this generous offer to a different beautiful woman." I make my pitch underneath the heated angry glares of the sisters.
"I will leave you two alone to discuss this amongst yourselves." I continue to say while taking out the remote that controls the ballgags and press the button once I'm on the other side of the airlock the two waste not time in pulling the gags from their faces and instead of cursing at me they round on each other.
"I told you we shouldn't have gone to that RV, now some crazy guy is keeping us as hostages!" Whitchita shouts at Little Rock.
"At least he's hot, and we're safe from the zombies…for now…so what if he wants to have sex with us, it's not like you haven't spread your legs and mine for some guy before!" Little Rock shouts right back and I feel a feeling of disgust growing inside of me.
'They aren't worth the headache I'm already starting to get…now it's time to get into touch with the Trade Federation and see how much a couple battalions of B2's and B-X series Commando droids will run me that I can use to clear out the Zombies in the Zombieland world and setup a homebase there.'
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Amy isn't sure if she should be happy or sad right now, as she watches Mason drive away leaving her near the outskirts of the capital city of Naboo, as she pulls out her comlink and calls Mya.
"Stay where you are, I'll be right there!" A small smile plays at the corners of Amy's lips, before a sad frown replaces it as she looks at her personal belongings that are very dear to her heart, only to find the picture that she and Mason took at the Statue of Liberty is missing.
"He…kept it, does that mean he loves me?" She can't help but ask herself as she gets lost in the memories of all that time she and Mason spent together, especially their close calls around other survivors, a small shudder running through her at one memory in particular.
"Who is going to keep you safe if not me?" The words slip out of Amy just as Mya pulls up in front of her in her line green speeder coupe.
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Alright everything is pretty well in hand here, I think it's time I hopped over to Chronicle and got myself some real telekinesis, the one granted by the enochian runes is pretty weak.
Programming my target lock, opening a portal and stepping through, the world around me comes to life and I fall to my knees as searing pain lances through my skull, a scream on my lips as it feels like my brain is being liquidized.
Channeling everything I have into an over-powered cutter I send it at the red glowing crystal in front of me my attack shatter the alien crystal into thousands of pieces while earth and stone rain down onto me as the cavern the crystal was inside begins to collapse on on itself, my head spins as I try to use instant movement, finally I open a portal in front of me it's unstable and has arcs of red electricity arching from it but seeing as I die from being crushed to death and asphyxiation.
Warnings flash across my vision, the red energy lances into my body hurting worse than whatever that crystal had been doing to me before everything goes dark.