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Bugging Out...

After scavenging the ruins for chlorine tablets and masterfully defeating a hostile ambush, the Valkyries would be busy over following weeks selling their newfound product. Even after replenishing their personal supplies they had more product than they could store, so they were in a hurry to sell it, which meant they would be dealing with unfamiliar customers as well. Doing business in the wasteland with a first time customer was never easy, as lots of things could go wrong, and it took some time to build trust. That being said, the Valkyries weren't particularly concerned as they had a hell of a reputation in the part of the wastelands where they operated and nobody would dare cross them.

One day, the Valkyries decided to split up, and t make three different sales simultaneously. Mist would go north and sell the product to a mining enterprise; Kara would go west and make a deal with a familiar biker gang and Freya was left to deal with two unknown customers who requested a rendezvous at a bar to the southeast. Freya was somewhat familiar with the area, but she didn't remember any bar down there. Nevertheless, she got on her motorcycle and headed down to make the delivery.

Upon arriving to the designated location, she saw two men standing beside a vehicle resembling a Volkswagen Beetle from a long-forgotten era, only with menacing blades and spikes added. Behind them was a pitiful shack, presumably the bar. From the moment they noticed Freya they gazed at her with wide grins on their faces. These men had surely been around the wastelands as they wore the typical leather rags of wasteland highwaymen, and they were well built and armed to the teeth. Still, it was nothing that could intimidate Freya.

She stepped off her bike and casually approached the men. As usual she was wearing her boots, cargo shorts and a pistol bandolier, proudly displaying most of her body, inspiring lust and awe with her large breasts, and sending a warning with her huge arms and chiselled abs. At first she wanted to complement their ride, but the gaze of the two men had put her off a bit, so she started the conversation by asking them: "What's the matter? Never seen a woman before?" One of the men immediately responded: "Not a woman like that I haven't." while eyeing her from head to toe.

"Alright let's cut to the chase." Freya said. "Do you have the money? If you don't have any credits, I'll gladly take gas." The other man stepped up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we discuss it over at the bar, come on." Freya quickly grabbed his hand and pushed the man away. "There's nothing to discuss!" she said furiously "It's a fixed price, no bargaining! Now pay up or get out of my face!" The man tried to negotiate once more: "Look, we heard you have a lot of these tablets, we're not from around here and we would like you to become our main supplier. We ordered just a small sample for now, but in the future, we want to buy in bulk." Freya was annoyed: "Look, we don't usually do this kind of thing, this isn't our main job, I'm not interested in any long-term deals. You can either buy what I have with me right now or Imma just head back."

The two men consulted with each other for a moment and turned back to Freya with a proposal: "We're buying the chlorine, but we also know that you and your gals are able to procure much more than that, Let's go inside and discuss business, there's lots of cold beer in the bar, drinks are on us." Freya stood for a moment and deliberated. After a brief silence her annoyed frown turned to a smile. "Now you're talking!"

Inside, the bar looked equally pitiful, a few old tables and chairs, probably from the pre-collapse times and no guests sitting. There was but a single bartender who seemed to know the two customers. "The usual?" He said as they entered, and upon receiving a positive response he brought over a few beers to the table. The men proceeded to fill Freya in with the boring details of their business, while she seemed more interested in drinking beer than really listening to them. The more they spoke about irrelevant details the more she would drink. At one point however, she realized that the men haven't taken a sip, but it was too late, the laced beer was already starting to take an effect.

"Whoa this beer is damn strong." She said calmly at first, but suddenly her vision started to get blurry and change colours. "What the fuck is happening?" She asked loudly as she slipped into a panic. The two men laughed diabolically. "What's the matter? Bugging out?" One of them asked sarcastically. "Why you motherfuckers I'll show you!" she said, as she tried to stand up, put at this point she could barely speak, let alone stand up and put up a fight. So, the usually strong, agile lioness now slumped over the table, without putting up a fight, drugged out of her mind. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the two men grabbing her by her arms and legs and taking her away.

Freya woke up three hours later, in a cold basement, gagged, chained by her wrists and ankles to an uncomfortable bed frame. Her head felt as heavy as a fuel truck. The old lamp in the corner was barely working and couldn't even light up the small room. The chains were rusty and somewhat flimsy, but her struggle to break free was to no avail. Her strong muscles flexed and twitched vigorously, but the cold chains persevered, keeping her bound. Her desperate struggle could be heard due to the clanking of chains, so soon enough one of her captors appeared.

Seeing such a strong woman helplessly squirming was an arousing sight for the cruel captor. "You're finally awake! We can finally have some fun!" He said menacingly. "You know, a lot of people are willing to pay good money for your head, but before that, I'd like to play with my prey a bit." He got on top of her and ran his fiendish hands throughout her body. He especially focused on her voluptuous breasts, gently fondling them at first and then roughly grabbing them before he finally pinched her nipples and twisted them around multiple times. Freya let out a muffled cry of pain and anger, but there was nothing else she could do, or at least that appeared to be case at first.

While she was struggling, trying to resist her captor, the poorly secured chain around her ankles had become uncoiled, her strong legs were finally free. She managed to strike the bastard in the groin with her knee and kick him of the bed frame to the ground. While her ankles were still bound, she managed to pick up the frame and bring it over her head, striking her captor once more with the frame. Though badly bruised, the captor managed to stand up and tried to lunge at Freya, who was still chained and had a hard time moving around. Freya used the frame to try and keep him away, still being unable to land a decisive strike.

The commotion was heard upstairs, so the other man who posed as a customer went down to the basement with his pistol at the ready, telling his buddy who posed as bartender to stay put. While the vicious struggle raged on in the basement, a weak, rusty link on of the chains broke, setting free Freya's right hand, allowing her to move more freely. The armed man barged into the basement, but he didn't have a clear shot, as Freya and his comrade were constantly moving around the room, trying to get a hold of each other. "Come on and help me, don't shoot her, help me grab her!" the man engaged in the struggle yelled.

Before his buddy could think about that, he thought he had a clear shot and quickly fired twice. The first shot hit the lamp in the corner and the second shot made both Freya and his buddy go down. As there was now no light in the room, he had no idea what happened, so he approached slowly. Before he could discern what he was seeing, Freya lunged at him, punching him in the jaw, and then strangled him with the chain around her ankle. In the struggle her second hand broke free as well and she managed to use the first guy as a meat shield. She grabbed the gun and headed upstairs.

The supposed bar was now as dark as the basement as the lights were turned off, Freya moved slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the fake bartender. Before she could turn around, the third goon managed to come out of hiding, grab a stool, and hit her in back. The stool broke against her strong back. While the attack was not as successful as he had hoped it would be, Freya lost balance and dropped the gun. The two were now engaged in a struggle on the floor, trying to grab the gun in the dark. The bartender was quite weaker than his buddies, but he was definitely more nimble, so he managed to slip out from Freya's clutches and get a hold of the gun.

Freya managed to grab his wrists and make him fire multiple shots into the ceiling and walls, emptying the magazine. He would no longer be able to slip away and she gave him quite a beating, before finishing him off with a broken bottle to the neck. Limping outside and seeing that her bike was dismantled, she took the vehicle of her now deceased captors and drove back to the Valkyrie base. She was finally bugging out of there... At least their fleet of hellish vehicles would now be expanded...

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Image by us, Story by the glorious and indomitable Alabaster who can be found here: www.deviantart.com/alabaster23

Bugging Out...

After scavenging the ruins for chlorine tablets and masterfully defeating a hostile ambush, the Valkyries would be busy over following weeks selling their newfound product. Even after replenishing their personal supplies they had more product than they could store, so they were in a hurry to sell it, which meant they would be dealing with unfamiliar customers as well. Doing business in the wasteland with a first time customer was never easy, as lots of things could go wrong, and it took some time to build trust. That being said, the Valkyries weren't particularly concerned as they had a hell of a reputation in the part of the wastelands where they operated and nobody would dare cross them.

One day, the Valkyries decided to split up, and t make three different sales simultaneously. Mist would go north and sell the product to a mining enterprise; Kara would go west and make a deal with a familiar biker gang and Freya was left to deal with two unknown customers who requested a rendezvous at a bar to the southeast. Freya was somewhat familiar with the area, but she didn't remember any bar down there. Nevertheless, she got on her motorcycle and headed down to make the delivery.

Upon arriving to the designated location, she saw two men standing beside a vehicle resembling a Volkswagen Beetle from a long-forgotten era, only with menacing blades and spikes added. Behind them was a pitiful shack, presumably the bar. From the moment they noticed Freya they gazed at her with wide grins on their faces. These men had surely been around the wastelands as they wore the typical leather rags of wasteland highwaymen, and they were well built and armed to the teeth. Still, it was nothing that could intimidate Freya.

She stepped off her bike and casually approached the men. As usual she was wearing her boots, cargo shorts and a pistol bandolier, proudly displaying most of her body, inspiring lust and awe with her large breasts, and sending a warning with her huge arms and chiselled abs. At first she wanted to complement their ride, but the gaze of the two men had put her off a bit, so she started the conversation by asking them: "What's the matter? Never seen a woman before?" One of the men immediately responded: "Not a woman like that I haven't." while eyeing her from head to toe.

"Alright let's cut to the chase." Freya said. "Do you have the money? If you don't have any credits, I'll gladly take gas." The other man stepped up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we discuss it over at the bar, come on." Freya quickly grabbed his hand and pushed the man away. "There's nothing to discuss!" she said furiously "It's a fixed price, no bargaining! Now pay up or get out of my face!" The man tried to negotiate once more: "Look, we heard you have a lot of these tablets, we're not from around here and we would like you to become our main supplier. We ordered just a small sample for now, but in the future, we want to buy in bulk." Freya was annoyed: "Look, we don't usually do this kind of thing, this isn't our main job, I'm not interested in any long-term deals. You can either buy what I have with me right now or Imma just head back."

The two men consulted with each other for a moment and turned back to Freya with a proposal: "We're buying the chlorine, but we also know that you and your gals are able to procure much more than that, Let's go inside and discuss business, there's lots of cold beer in the bar, drinks are on us." Freya stood for a moment and deliberated. After a brief silence her annoyed frown turned to a smile. "Now you're talking!"

Inside, the bar looked equally pitiful, a few old tables and chairs, probably from the pre-collapse times and no guests sitting. There was but a single bartender who seemed to know the two customers. "The usual?" He said as they entered, and upon receiving a positive response he brought over a few beers to the table. The men proceeded to fill Freya in with the boring details of their business, while she seemed more interested in drinking beer than really listening to them. The more they spoke about irrelevant details the more she would drink. At one point however, she realized that the men haven't taken a sip, but it was too late, the laced beer was already starting to take an effect.

"Whoa this beer is damn strong." She said calmly at first, but suddenly her vision started to get blurry and change colours. "What the fuck is happening?" She asked loudly as she slipped into a panic. The two men laughed diabolically. "What's the matter? Bugging out?" One of them asked sarcastically. "Why you motherfuckers I'll show you!" she said, as she tried to stand up, put at this point she could barely speak, let alone stand up and put up a fight. So, the usually strong, agile lioness now slumped over the table, without putting up a fight, drugged out of her mind. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the two men grabbing her by her arms and legs and taking her away.

Freya woke up three hours later, in a cold basement, gagged, chained by her wrists and ankles to an uncomfortable bed frame. Her head felt as heavy as a fuel truck. The old lamp in the corner was barely working and couldn't even light up the small room. The chains were rusty and somewhat flimsy, but her struggle to break free was to no avail. Her strong muscles flexed and twitched vigorously, but the cold chains persevered, keeping her bound. Her desperate struggle could be heard due to the clanking of chains, so soon enough one of her captors appeared.

Seeing such a strong woman helplessly squirming was an arousing sight for the cruel captor. "You're finally awake! We can finally have some fun!" He said menacingly. "You know, a lot of people are willing to pay good money for your head, but before that, I'd like to play with my prey a bit." He got on top of her and ran his fiendish hands throughout her body. He especially focused on her voluptuous breasts, gently fondling them at first and then roughly grabbing them before he finally pinched her nipples and twisted them around multiple times. Freya let out a muffled cry of pain and anger, but there was nothing else she could do, or at least that appeared to be case at first.

While she was struggling, trying to resist her captor, the poorly secured chain around her ankles had become uncoiled, her strong legs were finally free. She managed to strike the bastard in the groin with her knee and kick him of the bed frame to the ground. While her ankles were still bound, she managed to pick up the frame and bring it over her head, striking her captor once more with the frame. Though badly bruised, the captor managed to stand up and tried to lunge at Freya, who was still chained and had a hard time moving around. Freya used the frame to try and keep him away, still being unable to land a decisive strike.

The commotion was heard upstairs, so the other man who posed as a customer went down to the basement with his pistol at the ready, telling his buddy who posed as bartender to stay put. While the vicious struggle raged on in the basement, a weak, rusty link on of the chains broke, setting free Freya's right hand, allowing her to move more freely. The armed man barged into the basement, but he didn't have a clear shot, as Freya and his comrade were constantly moving around the room, trying to get a hold of each other. "Come on and help me, don't shoot her, help me grab her!" the man engaged in the struggle yelled.

Before his buddy could think about that, he thought he had a clear shot and quickly fired twice. The first shot hit the lamp in the corner and the second shot made both Freya and his buddy go down. As there was now no light in the room, he had no idea what happened, so he approached slowly. Before he could discern what he was seeing, Freya lunged at him, punching him in the jaw, and then strangled him with the chain around her ankle. In the struggle her second hand broke free as well and she managed to use the first guy as a meat shield. She grabbed the gun and headed upstairs.

The supposed bar was now as dark as the basement as the lights were turned off, Freya moved slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the fake bartender. Before she could turn around, the third goon managed to come out of hiding, grab a stool, and hit her in back. The stool broke against her strong back. While the attack was not as successful as he had hoped it would be, Freya lost balance and dropped the gun. The two were now engaged in a struggle on the floor, trying to grab the gun in the dark. The bartender was quite weaker than his buddies, but he was definitely more nimble, so he managed to slip out from Freya's clutches and get a hold of the gun.

Freya managed to grab his wrists and make him fire multiple shots into the ceiling and walls, emptying the magazine. He would no longer be able to slip away and she gave him quite a beating, before finishing him off with a broken bottle to the neck. Limping outside and seeing that her bike was dismantled, she took the vehicle of her now deceased captors and drove back to the Valkyrie base. She was finally bugging out of there... At least their fleet of hellish vehicles would now be expanded...