Wasteland: Lair of the Ironmonger
by PJ
 
 
    Lynda followed the trail of Ironmonger's gang, crossing the empty, howling desert until she
reached a lone butte rising from the waste.  She ditched her mustang in a shallow gorge, traveling
by foot the rest of the way, an automatic rifle slung over her left shoulder.
 
    The entrance to Ironmonger's lair was a large cave mouth guarded by ten men with rifles.
Two small desert vehicles flanked the cave mouth, armed with machine guns.
 
    Lynda circled around the base of the butte, searching for another entrance.  On the far side
of the butte she found a window about forty feet up the rock face, golden light streaming through
it.  Lynda began climbing the butte, handholds plentiful on the rough, jagged surface.  Time
passed slowly, Lynda's hands and arms began to ache from the strain.  She reached the window,
carefully peering over the edge through the open aperture.
 
    Beyond the window was a large, silk-draped chamber.  Naked girls lay everywhere on
cushions, bodies outstretched and limp.  Lynda watched one red-haired girl suck deeply from a
pipe, her young face turning blissful.
 
    Lynda crawled over the window sill, dropping to the floor of the room.  No one reacted to
the leather-clad young woman as she tip-toed to a door set in a wall to the right.  She pressed her
right ear to the wooden door, listening, detecting pain-filled groans and swearing.
 
    Lynda readied her automatic rifle, chambering a round, then holding the weapon in both
hands while she raised her right boot to smash the door open.
 
    The door broke in easily.  Lynda burst in, rifle leveled before her.
 
    Ironmonger lay naked on a huge, circular bed, a naked brunette girl holding a strip of
bandage in her frozen hands.
 
    Ironmonger withdrew a gun from beneath his pillow, pressing the barrel against the
shivering girl's right temple.
 
    "Drop the rifle or I kill the bitch," said Ironmonger, his eyes burning with madness.
 
    Lynda's weapon shook, she longed to empty the magazine into the revolting man's body.
 
    "Do it," urged Ironmonger, pushing the barrel harder upon the girl's head, making her
whimper with terror.
 
    "Bastard," snarled Lynda, dropping the rifle.
 
    "Fool," chuckled Ironmonger, before something smashed into the back of Lynda's head.
*****
 
 
    The back of Lynda's head throbbed in agony when consciousness returned. She tried to sit
up, but discovered she was face down on a bed, her arms and legs outspread and bound in place.
 
    "Ah, you're awake!  Good!" smiled Ironmonger, patting Lynda's bare left buttock.  "Now
we can get down to business."
 
    "I'm going to kill you!" snarled Lynda, turning her head to glare hatefully at Ironmonger.
 
    "Not if I kill you first, bitch," corrected Ironmonger cheerfully.  "But before I send you to
Hell, I want to fuck your sweet, tight ass.
 
    Lynda struggled against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles as Ironmonger picked up a
cat-of-nine-tails and slapped it across Lynda's bare back.  Lynda gritted her teeth together, refusing
to cry out for her captor's pleasure.  Ironmonger lashed Lynda again, then again.  Angry red welts
soon covered Lynda's flesh, but Ironmonger didn't stop, he kept flogging her. The pain became so
intense that finally Lynda screamed, blood dribbling down her spine from her torn skin.
Ironmonger licked one of her wounds, moaning with pleasure.  The nude man began whipping
Lynda's ass, then the backs of her thighs.  Lynda groaned weakly, her back and ass on solid block
of pain.  Ironmonger spanked Lynda's ass, forcing a moan from her slack lips.
 
    "I think you're ready now," said Ironmonger, tossing aside the bloody whip, positioning
himself between Lynda's open legs.
 
    "No!" gasped Lynda, tugging vainly at the ropes binding her wrists.
 
    Ironmonger pried open Lynda's bleeding buttocks, exposing her puffy cunt. He stuck his
stiff prick into Lynda's pussy, groaning with bliss when her vagina clasped around it.
 
    "No," whimpered Lynda, tears welling in her eyes while Ironmonger started humping her
ass, the bed rocking beneath them as he fucked her.
 
    Ironmonger ran his right hand up Lynda's torn back, covering his palm with her warm
blood, then raising his hand to his mouth to lick the wet skin.  He seized Lynda's hips, ramming
down into her cunt, plunging deep into her belly.  Lynda moaned sharply, her vagina tightening,
becoming wet from the stroking of Ironmonger's cock.
 
    Ironmonger withdrew his wet cock from Lynda's pussy, rubbed the large head over the
naked woman's asshole.  He moistened the tiny hole with Lynda's blood, then impaled her anus,
spearing deep into her rectum.
 
    Lynda screamed, her naked body bouncing on the bed while Ironmonger fucked her ass,
his prick raping her clenching sphincter. 
 
    "That's it, bitch!  Nice and tight!" groaned Ironmonger, shoving down into Lynda's ass,
slapping her buttocks with his bloody hands.
 
    Ironmonger orgasmed inside Lynda's rectum, shooting his milk inside her. Drops of cum
fell from Ironmonger's cock when he pulled out of her, mixing with the blood drying on her ass.
 
    "Nighty, night, whore!" grinned Ironmonger, picking up his gun and placing the barrel
upon the back of Lynda's head.
 
    There was a loud knock on the bedroom door.  Ironmonger swore, leaving the bed to pull
on a black silk robe.
 
    "What?" demanded Ironmonger.
 
    "One of the girls OD'd," reported a biker punk.
 
    "Shit on toast!  Which one?" growled Ironmonger, following the punk and closing the door
after himself.
 
    A side door opened.  The young brunette girl that Ironmonger had threatened to kill
tentatively walked up to the bed, brandishing a long knife.  Lynda watched the quivering girl, who
leaned over Lynda to cut her bonds.
 
    "Thank you," said Lynda, standing up with a grimace.
 
    "Here's your stuff," offered the girl, handing Lynda a large, leather satchel.
 
    Without another word, the girl fled back through the door, closing it soundlessly behind
her.
*****
 
 
    "Take the stupid bitch to the incinerator!" ordered Ironmonger, looking down at the pale-
blue girl's corpse with disgust.
 
    "Uh, boss, the Deadheads asked if they could have it.  They..want to use her."
 
    "Fucking pervs," muttered Ironmonger.  "Fine, take it to them."
 
    Two punks picked up the dead girl's body and carried it out of the room.
 
    The bedroom door opened, and Lynda stepped out dressed in her black leather corset and
tight pants, pistols leveled at Ironmonger.
 
    "You fucking bitch!" gasped Ironmonger just before Lynda opened up on him, bullets
punching through his torso. 
 
    Naked girls screamed in fright, running out of the drug-filled room.
 
    Lynda walked toward Ironmonger's limp body, blood staining the pillows around him.
 
    "Who was it?  One of my boys?  A slave bitch?"
 
    Lynda smiled, aimed her automatic pistol between Ironmonger's wide eyes, and fired, over
and over.
*****
 
 
    Lynda watched without expression as the people of Providence accepted the slave girls and
a few repentant gang boys.  With laughter ringing in her ears, Lynda climbed into her mustang,
revving the powerful engine.
 
    The brunette slave girl opened the passenger door and slipped into the bucket seat, tossing
a small bag of her belongings into the back.
 
    "What are you doing?" asked Lynda coldly.
 
    "I need a ride to my hometown.  It's a few days north of here," smiled the brunette girl. 
"My name's Wendy."
 
    "Why should I give you a ride home?"
 
    "The road's a lonely place, you should have someone to keep you company," purred
Wendy, reaching out to stroke Lynda's slim right thigh.
 
    Lynda arched her right eyebrow.  A faint smile formed on her lips.
 
    Lynda spun the mustang around, roaring through the open north gate of Providence, the
setting sun lighting their way.
 
The End.