This is a continuation:Postapocalyptic reality 1http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-1-640119Postapocalyptic reality 2http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-2-652696Postapocalyptic reality 3https://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-3-664235
Jenny spent the remainder of the day clearing out the cellar. She didn't want the decaying remains of the female dog, nor the half eaten remains of the previous tenant fouling the place up, so she dumped them outside a good distance away. She had found a piece of tubing to fix the water filter, so it was soon making clean water again. She had also found a clump of moss in a marsh with some Radstools growing in it. Radstools are a small glowing green fungus with a number of uses. It grows in very moist areas that are soaked with radioactive water, which the fungus absorbs and glows. As a result, the fungus glows bright green, and the more radiation, the more it glows. This is handy for making night lights, and also a good way to test for radiation if you don’t have access to a radiation meter (not everyone has a PIP-boy). It is also one of the main ingredients for making Radaway, and can be used to replace used filters in water purifiers.
She let a piece dry out and waited for it to dim, then put it in a cup of the water from the faucet. It began to glow again, very slightly. So the tap water is a little contaminated, as she suspected. She tried another piece in some of the treated water, and there was no glow – her purifier worked!
Though not a chem expert, like all good Scavvers she knew enough to survive, and most Scavvers knew that rainwater is quite drinkable if you filter it through a few layers of carbon (or the digestive system of a Brahvin) and boil it. Better still, filter it and distilling it, then filter it again. Some Scavvers claimed you could avoid radiation sickness by drinking Radstag urine, but you had to be pretty damned thirsty to go that far.
The fact remains that the rivers, seas, and lakes were all so badly contaminated by the nuclear war that even the fresh rains are unsafe for drinking and still contains fallout, and clean water is a valuable commodity. As Jenny placed another full bottle of clean water in the cupboard, she considered whether or not she should trade any spare. It might raise too many eyebrows and arouse too much curiosity. Scavvers don't sell clean water – they only buy it, and at a somewhat higher price than is really fair. Most big towns and communities have access to clean water, but most outsiders – wastelanders, do not. She was curious to see how the dogs would react to clean water though. Though they had adapted to surviving on dirty water, they didn't look too healthy, and cleaner water might change that. She poured half a bottle of the water into the dog's drinking bowl, then made a mental note to look out for empty bottles whilst scavving. She went up top to douse the fire before the sun set, then called Alfred in. Having been well fed for the day, the dogs didn’t really need to go out hunting, but they felt full of energy, and wanted to be out of Jenny's way whilst she was cleaning out the cellar.
There were a few embers still glowing in the fireplace, so she lay a few more strips of meat over the grill and leaned a broken door over the fireplace so the glow could not be seen, then retired to the cellar. She kept the stove burning – nobody could see the glow down in the cellar, and not even the smoke would be seen in the darkness of the night. Jenny ladled a few scoops of the hot stew into a mess tin and tucked in hungrily. This was the first hot meal she had eaten since two days ago, and it certainly hit the spot. Winter was drawing in and the nights were getting longer and colder. Less time to hunt and forage, more time to sit shivering, wondering whether life would get better or worse.
Except tonight she wasn;t shivering. Tonight she was in a warm place with four brick walls around her, a warm meal in her belly, and a real hope that life was going to get better. Alfred sniffed at the bowl of clean water, then looked at Jenny quizzically.
“Go ahead Alfie – it's good water. Only the best for us from now on.”
the dog lapped at the water, aware that it was somehow different from ordinary water. Something missing, something about it that made it better. A strange new feeling began to flow through both Jenny and Alfred, one they couldn't actually put a name to – a feeling we call optimism.
After finishing her meal, there was little left to fill the time. She had explored every inch of the basement (and not found another stash of weapons or equipment), and had cleaned the place up. Apart from the small stash under the stairwell and the one mattress, there was little to suggest that this was a home base, so she surmised that this was just a temporary outpost and workshop, and that the owner had another bigger base somewhere else. It made sense – a lot of well established Wastelanders had several such outposts s**ttered about, particularly if their operations covered a wide area.
However, this was heaven for someone who spent most of their life travelling and at best made do with a lean-to under a bridge or sleeping in the remains of an old bus. Of course, it wasn't absolutely perfect – she would need to make a few improvements. Security for instance. True, she had a pack of dogs to protect the place, but that wouldn't help if for instance someone threw a hand grenade into the cellar whilst she and the dogs were sleeping. She doused the lantern, so that the only light in the cellar was the faint glow from the stove – that would not be seen from outside. But the light from the lantern might cause a glow around the hatchway that could be seen from a distance at night. The main drawback was there was no alternative exit, no escape. If an enemy was aware she was down there, they would have her trapped. She wondered if it was feasible to dig a tunnel through the back. For that she would need a pick and a shovel – heavy work, and it would take a long time – time that would be better spent on day to day survival.
Maybe she could put up a curtain on the stairwell, or maybe fix the hatch so it can be closed at night. Maybe she could build a shack or hide around the ruins of the house. Maybe she could build kennels outside for the dogs, so if there are any intruders around they will attack them before the intruders reach the hatch, and alert her in time. So many options, but right now her resources were limited – she had no curtains or blankets. That was something she would need to scavenge soon. She remembered that the reason she was scouting this area to begin with was because it looked promising for fresh finds, so maybe she'd come across something when she gets back to scavving again.
With just a faint glow to see by, there wasn't anything she could do right now other than sleep. Or maybe ….. She grinned as an idea came to her. Why not? She wasn't tired enough to sleep, and daybreak was hours away.
She could see Alfred's eyes glowing, staring at her in the almost darkness as she sat on the mattress.
“Here boy” she called to him, and he rapidly responded, eagerly plodding himself onto the mattress between her ankles. Jenny slipped out of her leathers then spread her thighs apart to invite the dog to her sex. She gasped as his rough tongue began to taste her pussy, and soon she was getting wet down there. Jenny groaned as Alfred's probing tongue worked deeper between her labia, lapping her juices and burying his snout between her thighs. She whimpered as he licked her sensitive clitoris, and crooned “Alfie! Alfie! Yes - don't stop!”
She ran her fingers over his back, felt the raw muscles in his shoulders and neck, and realised she wanted him inside her. She turned over onto her stomach and then raised her bottom in the air as she drew her knees up close. She almost climaxed as the big tongue flitted between her pussy and asshole, and begged the hound to take her.
Alfred flawlessly mounted her, and she felt the hot wet tip of his penis poke at her wet pussy as he lay his heavy chest over her back. His front paws grasped her lower belly as his love bone penetrated her quim like a knife through butter. She squealed in pleasure as he thrust his growing member deep inside her, slamming it hard against her pubis as soon as he was sure of his mark. She bit her lip as his knot slammed against her vulva. He clutched her tightly to his chest as his powerful thighs thrust hard like a jack-hammer, forcing a yelp from her lips as hi rammed his knot inside her. He thrust again, forcing his cock as deep inside her pussy as it would go until he was sure they were well and truly tied.
Jenny felt his cock throbbing inside her, his knot swelling bigger until it was almost unbearable. She couldn’t take any more, she needed him out of her, but that was not possible now he had tied. Then she felt the warm rush of his semen filling her womb and spreading a great warmth inside her belly. Her head was swimming as the big dog fucked her relentlessly, and she knew that he was the greatest lover she had ever had.
The other dogs were watching from their side of the room, not daring to approach until their alpha gave permission – and he wasn’t in any hurry to do that just yet. Jenny could feel the pressure inside her as her belly filled with hot doggy cum, and let out a howl as she orgasmed with Alfred's massive dick slushing inside her. Eventually, he dismounted and pulled out of her with an audible pop,
One of the other dogs tentatively started to trot over to the mattress, a little unsure of the situation, as this time Jenny did not smell like a dog-bitch. Jenny tried to stroke his head, but he withdrew nervously at first, but then allowed her to touch him. She stroked his head a couple of times, then softly ran her hand under his chest to stroke his belly. The mangy mutt whimpered, enjoying this new sensation. Being a wild dog, it had never experienced being touched and caressed by human hands before, but found it strangely pleasing. Her fingers lightly danced around his sheath, teasing the sensitive wet tip that was beginning to peek out. She stroked the tube of skin and teased it back to expose more of his hot shaft. The faintly glowing stove was too her back, so she could not see the dog clearly, but she could feel his warm cock in her hand, and felt it pulse and grow with each throb.
A couple more of the curious mutts drew closer to her, and she could sense them sniffing at her. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, and moved to the grey mutt's side, so she could make out his glistening cock in the dim light. It wasn't nearly as big as Alfred's huge cock, but was similarly shaped with a pointed tip and wide bulge in the middle. Jenny slid her head closer and with his warm knot in her right hand, guided the hot dripping tip to her lips. She could feel another of the dogs licking her still gaping pussy, and a shiver of pleasure ran up her spine. As she took the mutt's penis deep into her mouth and sucked, she felt a weight on her back as the braver of the dogs sniffing at her rear tried to mount her.
At first she barely felt the thin boney cock slide into her wet folds, but he quickly began to grow, and with just a few quick thrusts had his knot inside her. There was another dog by her side, and with a cock deep in her mouth and another rapidly swelling inside her cunt, she reached out with her right hand to caress the dog next to her. It didn't take her long to find his belly, and was soon fingering his sheath. His warm penis was throbbing in her grip and starting to spurt over her wrist even as she could taste hot doggy cum flood her mouth. Seconds later she felt heat spread through her belly as the dog fucking her also ejaculated.
She swallowed as much of the grey dog's cum as she could, then shifted to lick the cock of the brownish mutt that she was masturbating. The unseen hound that fucked her was much smaller than Alfred, so once he had finished filling Jenny with his seed, pulled out with little resistance. Moments later she felt another weight upon her back as the fourth mongrel mounted her. Though she couldn't see it, his cock was a little shorter, but thicker, and took a few thrusts to fully penetrate her. His knot was already quite large, causing Jenny to grunt in pain as he rammed it into her. She almost gagged on the hot cock in her mouth as the b**st on her back rutted hard and filled her with his hard cock. Though not as long as Alfred's, his organ was easily as thick, and if anything his bulging knot was bigger. She could feel his huge hairless balls slap against her pubic mound as he buried his meat deep inside her. Her eyes bulged as she once again felt her belly swell with hot cum, whilst the dog she was sucking off released his full load into her throat, his hot bulbous knot pressing against her lips. She coughed and spluttered, firmly pinned between the two hounds as one gripped her waist and the other gripped her head and she needed both hands on the floor to steady herself.
Jenny was utterly overwhelmed and out of control of the situation, but she had successfully satisfied her pack once again. The dog fucking her was firmly knotted, and unable to pull out of her in spite of the vigorous workout they had given her pussy, and ended up fucking her butt to butt until his knot had decreased enough to extricate from her stretched pussy.
Jenny crawled back to her mattress sore and exhausted, but totally satisfied, fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.