After giving Emma brief instructions on how to use the SVD, I took the backpack from her and began to descend. Leaving plenty of tracks in the sand and hoping they wouldn't be noticed right away, I rushed towards the nearest tent. Hearing people talking inside, and noticing two thugs with rifles heading in my direction, I hurriedly hid in the neighboring tent. As they passed by, I cautiously looked around and discovered that I stumbled upon the bandits' arsenal.
There was everything: pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, grenades, and even two bazookas. My eyes greedily sparkled at the sight, but reality soon hit me. I was only human, not a truck. I couldn't carry all of this on my back. However, I could ensure that the weapons wouldn't fall into anyone's hands.
Before setting the bomb, I stuffed the backpack almost full of grenades and shells for the bazookas. I was about to move to the next tent when automatic bursts shattered the silence. Several bullets hit the tent, and I immediately fell to the sand and crawled to the wall.
After creating an opening at the back, I cautiously peered outside and almost turned white with what I saw. The would-be invaders of Cloaca were attacked by an army of marauders, bandits, and vagrants. The soldiers, to put it mildly, were not the most righteous people and followed the motto: "We will bring you order and justice, whether you like it or not". Clad in body armor and helmets, they were firing at the camp with their rifles, shooting two or three rounds at enemies with under-barrel launchers. The bandits were responding in kind.
Instead of quietly slipping away, I emerged from the tent with the weapons and began searching for anything valuable to take. I didn't have to search for long. The third tent on the left was filled with dry ration packs with appropriate labels. Apparently, these audacious thugs had stolen them straight from the military depot and were now paying the price.
Grabbing a few packs, I immediately rushed towards the exit. But while running, I collided with a dirty, chubby man with a shotgun. Without thinking twice, I lunged at him and tried to snatch the weapon, but he kicked me in the stomach. As I clumsily fell on my backside, the bandit aimed the shotgun at me, ready to make a hole in my wretched face. However, a bullet from Emma, who had arrived from the dune, pierced his shoulder. The man dropped the shotgun and clutched his injured shoulder. The next bullet from my SVD hit him in the leg. As he fell to one knee, I finally managed to wrest the shotgun from him and hit his despicable face with the butt. Only then did I run away from the tents, grabbing a smoke grenade on the go.
When I reached the dune, I blindly tossed the smoke grenade behind me and began a rapid ascent. Emma, sitting on top of the dune, fired three more shots. I didn't care whether she killed someone or only wounded them.
"Let's get out of here!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
I didn't need to beg Emma twice. Clutching the SVD tightly, she jumped off the dune and tumbled down. I didn't do the same, afraid for the contents of the backpack. As soon as I finished descending, my little gift left in the tent with weapons went off.
I didn't celebrate prematurely and hurried to leave the hot zone as soon as possible. For about seven minutes, we could still hear the commotion behind us until it became silent. Emma, who ran ahead of me, stopped to catch her breath.
"Will they chase us?" she asked, regaining her breath.
I just shook my head in response. The soldiers had accomplished what they came for, and they weren't going to waste time on a couple of fleeing rats. At least, that's what I really wanted to believe. The way back was uneventful. As we approached the den, I noticed Cynthia standing on the porch with a revolver in her hand. When she saw us, she sighed with relief.
"Today turned out to be quite intense," I said in a tired voice.
"No kidding," Emma agreed.
"After lunch, rest for a couple of hours, and then go to the lake and wash yourself thoroughly."
Emma gave me a sidelong look and tried to hit me with her fist, but I easily caught her hand.
"Yeah, yeah, you understand everything correctly. We'll reinforce the knowledge you've acquired. You know the time and place," I said, pushing Emma away and quickly heading towards the house.
[Emma]
Splashing in the lake, I repeated to myself for the umpteenth time that I was doing it because I wanted to, not because the shaggy bear ordered me to. Oh, how much I wanted to shoot this ungrateful jerk, preferably both of his knees!
Washing off the dirt, I scrubbed my T-shirt, which was already drying on me, and headed back to the house. Thankfully, the weather was sunny and hot, so the T-shirt dried quite quickly.
When I returned, I learned from my mother that right after my departure, Ben took the backpack with ammunition obtained during the clash and left, promising to be back in a couple of hours. When asked about her well-being, my mom replied that she felt fine, but I didn't believe her.
Ugly sores, resembling burns, had already covered her arms from the elbow to the palm. I knew it would only get worse from there, but unfortunately, the only thing that could help was the medicine promised by Ben, which, for understandable reasons, he was in no hurry to get. Assuming he might be late, the bearded man left dinner on the table. When we sat down to eat, Mom placed a revolver on it.
"He didn't take your weapons?" I asked, surprised.
"No. Probably forgot. Take it; you need it more," she said sadly.
Unintentionally, I blushed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I unconvincingly lied.
"I know. You were right, and I was wrong. We shouldn't have stayed here."
"But we won't stay. As soon as you feel better, we'll leave immediately!" I decisively declared, taking the gun from the table.
Ben returned much later than promised. Entrusting Mom to tidy up the house and throw away all the unnecessary junk, the bearded man whispered that he would wait for me in the barn in a couple of minutes.
Not willing to wait, I took out the gun and followed Ben. When I entered the barn, the bearded man scooped water from the bathtub with a perforated ladle and poured it over his head. Seeing the gun in my hands, the bastard smirked.
"You're at it again. How many times do I need to remind you..." Ben began.
"That's what I wanted to talk about," I interrupted Ben, aiming the gun at him. "Mom won't admit it, but I see that she's getting worse. How soon will you get the medicine?"
"I'm not exactly sure. You see..."
"How soon?" I raised my voice.
Ben sighed heavily, running his hand through his wet hair, pushing his mane back.
"Four days. At most five. Does that satisfy you?"
"It does." I lowered the gun. "Take off your damn pants."
Ben gave a nasty grin.
"Not so fast. Undress," he demanded.
"What?"
"Undress. I want to get a better look at you."
"And that's all you want, you old bastard?"
"Don't anger me, baby. Will you undress yourself, or do I have to help you?"
"No way. Keep your filthy hands away from me!" I exclaimed, then bent down and placed the revolver on the ground.
Straightening up, I swiftly took off my T-shirt with no bra underneath. Following it, I discarded my jeans. Unlacing my shoes, I took them off, leaving myself in just gray panties. Ben scrutinized me critically from head to toe, and judging by his disgusting lecherous gaze, he liked what he saw.
"Well, satisfied?" I daringly asked, not even trying to cover my breasts.
"Not yet. Take off your panties too. You won't need them today," he said, and I felt like the ground was slipping from under me. I might not have been a virgin, but I was still a little scared that Ben, with his not exactly small dick, would hurt me.
"Relax. Today, we'll stick with just a blowjob," the bearded man said as if he read my thoughts.
"Promise?" I asked, cursing myself for the tremor in my voice.
"I promise. Come here."
I approached Ben and knelt down. Not waiting for instructions, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees. After massaging his dick with both hands for a bit, I raised it up with my head and slowly started licking the shaft. As soon as his dick slipped into my mouth, Ben's hands landed on my breasts, and he began fondling them. I grunted disapprovingly and shook my head, trying to free myself from his grip.
"You're remembering shyness a little late," the bearded man said, playing with my nipples.
Damn me, but I liked it! Despite the cool breeze hitting my back, the barn suddenly felt too hot.
To regain self-control, I reminded myself that I was in this damned barn against my will and that my mother's life depended on this vile, lecherous bearded man. I stopped evading his touch and began sucking a bit faster.
Ben's dick got slightly harder, but there was still a long way to go. When I attempted to go a bit further than halfway down his shaft, his pubic hair tickled my nose, and I felt like sneezing. Holding back the urge, I didn't risk it further and moved back. Meanwhile, having played enough with my breasts, Ben took my hand and placed it on his balls. I easily understood what was expected of me and started massaging his testicles while continuing to suck his member.
"Well done, catching on so quickly," the satisfied bearded man said.
I would have been pleased with such praise if it weren't for the situation. Wanting to finish everything quickly and get out of this damn barn, I worked faster with both my hand and mouth. When his member pulsated, I hurried to back away, but Ben's hand landed on the back of my head.
"Accept my gift!" Ben exclaimed, holding my head firmly, not giving me a chance to escape.
The long stream of sperm hit my face before I could close my eyes. The sticky, gooey mess splattered across my face, running down and dripping onto my chest. As soon as the flow subsided, Ben removed his hand, and I hastily wiped off the white droplet that had hung from my chin, throwing it to the ground.
"Why did you do that, you old bastard?" I exclaimed angrily, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
"Because I felt like it," he replied nonchalantly.
"You foul-smelling bum! May you die a terrible death, you scum!" I blurted out in one breath and rushed to the bathtub.
Ignoring my angry tirade, Ben casually shook off the last white drops from his member and put on his pants.
"Now you say that, but later, you'll remember this evening with nostalgia," he said.
I spun around abruptly. "With nostalgia? Are you out of your mind? If it weren't for my mother..."
"There will be plenty of 'what ifs' in your life, and before you argue with me, wash up," he interrupted.