He would wait until twilight before attacking.

Twilight fell and in the evening before dark he crept towards the camp. James pulled out a bow and an arrow and took aim, breathed in and out for a moment, before calming his breathing and fired. The arrow hit the man in the heart. James grinned as the man fell out of the tower. James moved quickly, scaling it and leaping in. He saw another lookout and loosed an arrow on him, downing him.

Each man was taken out so James didn’t waste any time slitting their throats. What he did do, was drag all of the bodies into the middle and pour some petrol on them. He lit a match and threw it on.

“Help!”

James paused and turned. There was an area he had not seen previously. He frowned, walking over he found a large cage with women in it.

He gawked.

“Hello.”

“You killed all of the men,” one of them said. She was tall with blond hair.

“Yes.”

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“What’s your name?”

“James.”

She smiled, “I’m Angharad.”

“Nice to meet you, Angharad.”

“Thank you. Are you going to let us out?”

‘Was he?’ he hadn’t thought on it, apart from the fact that they were all gorgeous. She smiled at him.

“He wants to see our tits,” another said. She was shorter than the blond with dark skin and short black hair. She studied him intently until he blushed. “Fine.”

“What’s your name?”

“Like you care,” she growled.

“I don’t,” he shrugged.

“Toast.”

He smiled, she yanked her top up and her tits bounced free. He gawped. God they seemed firm; they were smallish with dark nipples topping them.

She smirked at him.

“See? Told you he wanted to see our tits!” She nudged Angharad, who sighed and tugged her top up as well. Hers pointed heavenly.

“Let us out of here and I’ll suck your cock.” This from a redhead was called Capable. He studied her.

“Oh, he likes her,” Toast grinned.

James smiled shyly.

The last two were a brunette called Cheedo and a platinum blond called Dag. He sighed and looked at them, pulled out his crowbar and with a solid thwack, knocked the lock off the door.

They all stepped around him and he stepped back slightly. The dark skinned one smirked as she stepped up to him and looked him up and down. “Not afraid, are you?”

“Slightly,” he muttered.

Toast nodded, “I suppose you want all of their gear?”

“Yes.”

“Follow me, I know where they kept the good stuff.”

He acknowledged her lead by nodding his head and she led the way. He found a treasure trove of gear. He grinned and turned to Toast as she stood in the corner of the room watching. James picked up a cross bow, loaded a bolt, and fired it at the wall, making some of the women squeak.

He turned to Toast and studied her, “I need you armed.”

“Why?”

James shrugged, “Can’t be saving you all the time.”

She sighed, “True and I don’t need saving all the time.”

He handed it over to her and she took it, the group watched James drag everything out of the cave and dump it on the sand of the camp. He started looking through it all, deciding what he wanted. It was then that the redhead piped up and stated.

“You’re going to need help carrying all this.”

He nodded, “No one will find this place for some time. I’ll just come back and get the rest.”

“Or we could help you.”

“Why?”

Capable shrugged, “We’ve got nowhere else to go, and we showed you our tits. You owe us.”

James riposted, “I owe you nothin’, I let you out.”

She sighed. “We’d be fine company.”

“Okay,” he shrugged. “Just keep up.”

“Will do,” Capable nodded.

James rooted through all of the booty. The useful stuff he packed into bags, bearing in mind that the women weren’t very strong so he gave them light stuff to carry. Capable and Toast seemed to stand around him a lot, so he put them to work. They packed up what they could carry and followed him.

His small dwelling wasn’t much; he had found it purely by chance. It was a pre-war bunker hidden out in the great wasteland, buried in the cliff face like a vault from yesteryear.

“How did you find this place?”

“Luck,” he said as he opened it up.

“It’s well hidden,” Toast complimented it.

“Yes, I was very lucky to have found it,” he said and they followed him inside. He got some matches and started lighting candles, illuminating the place enough for them to see.

It was large enough: it had a shower, it had a bathroom and a bedroom. James placed the boxes down in the main living area and looked around. He found a can opener and started opening the cans of food. He handed one to the dag, who smiled and took it, her fingers brushing his as she took the can. Next was the dour-faced Toast. She put the fork in and started eating hungrily; the others took the offered cans and did the same, stuffing their faces.

“Where do you sleep?”

James pointed into the bedroom, reflecting aloud, “Tonight I’ll sleep in here and you ladies can sleep there.”

Toast snorted, “Ain’t no way we’re allowing that.”

There were nods. Capable blushed but nodded.

James looked at Toast. She folded her arms, she was definitely a defiant one. He imagined she got a lot of beatings from the gang. Resignedly, he sighed and waved his hand.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

She smirked.

Sleep at first was awkward, until Toast turned to James, shifted onto her side and nodded.

“Come on.”

He moved up to her, pressed against her, moved his hand over her breast and held it possessively. She smiled as he closed his eyes while the other women moved into the bed with him.

The next morning he woke up.

James turned, feeling his aching cock pressed against Toast’s tight ass. She groaned and pushed into it. He joined the movement, enjoying the rhythm.

“Oh God,” he came into his trousers.

Toast jerked awake, she stared at James and he blushed.

“What happened?”

He got out of bed, embarrassed and moved out into the main area. The other women were starting to get up now as well, meanwhile James had stepped into the shower and washed.

“You alright?”

He replied sleepily, “Yes.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

She sensed there was more but kept the thought to herself and sighed.

The day was more or less boring as James sat watching the wasteland. There wasn’t really anything to do out there, no cities to explore or people to meet. He had only his group of strange women. The Dag walked over to him.

“James.”

“‘What’s up?” he looked up.

“Toast and I have discussed what happened this morning.”

He flushed crimson, “Don’t know what you are talking about.”

She nodded and smiled, “I do. It happens to all men, you’re in bed with some chrome ass bitches. Of course it’s going to happen, you stupid smeg.”

James nodded.

“And your point is?”

“We can help,” she smiled fully.

James sighed, “How?”

She rolled her eyes, “Are you that naïve? Stand up.”

He flushed angrily, “Ain’t had no formal education, so I don’t know what you are getting at.”

She pulled her top off and dropped the shirt. He stared at her perfect breasts, then her bottoms came off and his eyes moved to her apex.

She rubbed her hand over her slit, “You wanna do something fun?”

“Sure.”

She took his hand and, still naked, guided him into the bedroom. The other women stood around watching. Seeing all of them, he blushed even redder. Dag got onto the bed and presented her ass to him on all fours.

“Take me.”

“Where?”

“God,” Toast rolled her eyes.

The women descended upon him and for the first time since he’d met them, he actually felt fear. He froze. The women took advantage of his inaction; they all started stripping him naked. Their hands moved over his bare body, exploring him; hands were on his cock and balls, a finger penetrated his ass and he gasped as he grew erect. Toast guided him onto the bed and gently parted the Dag’s wet pussy lips, Capable guided James in and pushed him into her wet hole.

The two moaned together.

Later, they all rested, all of them quite naked, while he hazily stared at Cheedo’s dark bush. Toast grinned, moving her hand over his chest. He moaned as they sighed together.

“Wasn’t that fun?”

“Can we do it again?” His grin matched hers and she nodded excitedly.

“Not at the moment, I think y’all broke my cock.”

There was laughter.

The clothing they wore wouldn’t do, not in the slightest. Fortunately he had stripped the raiders of their garments, so the group made their way back to the camp. Tt was deathly silent, so they walked in, disturbing the occasional buzzard, which flapped its wings at them. James ignored them, he made them all strip and they did without question, he judged them and chucked clothing he thought would fit, Dag being the tallest was the most difficult to dress but he did and in the end they all looked like regular raiders now, complete with weapons.

James smiled proudly.

It was during the evening when James heard the explosion, the women followed him and he saw a truck explode, they exchanged looks and moved toward it, they ran puffing and panting. James was the fastest.

There was a woman inside, the rig was blowing up.

“James, save her!”

He ran to the truck, saw she was unconscious, and wrenched open the door, then unbuckled the seat belt and grabbed her. She was wearing a harness of some sort that got caught. He pulled out his knife and cut it off; that’s when he realized she had lost part of her arm.

‘Sorry love,’ he thought as he dragged her out. He grabbed her sawed off shotgun, hoisted her over his shoulder, and hauled ass. They got up the hill as the rig went up in a great fireball, knocking them all on to the ground.