[Aftermath]

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In the post-nuclear war world, human civilization has regressed to a level almost equivalent to the prehistoric Stone Age. In this
new barbaric century, human society has no laws, no justice, and no principles; all actions are solely for one
thing—survival.
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...

Grandpa said that after the Great Depression, librarians were
one of the most sacred professions in the world because they were responsible for preserving the
vital knowledge that could sustain humanity and rebuild a prosperous society. So, from a young age, Grandpa forced me to go
through all the books piled up in the basement, memorizing a lot of things I had no idea how useful they would be
.
"Harry, remember this," Grandpa often told me. "'Knowledge...is power
.' Therefore, we librarians are the sacred profession that preserves the power of human survival."
Honestly, I didn't understand what Grandpa was talking about at all: if librarians were responsible for preserving
that powerful force that could sustain humanity, then logically, all members of our "librarian family"
should possess the power to command the wind and rain.
But in reality, I don't feel any powerful strength that I can use. I guess
my parents probably don't have that kind of power either, and my grandfather probably doesn't either. Otherwise, when the bandits attacked last time,
my grandfather wouldn't have had to hide me in the secret underground room full of books, my father wouldn't have been unable
to escape because he was farming outside, and his body would have been riddled with bullets, and he would still be lying cold
in the backyard of our dilapidated house. My mother wouldn't have been robbed by the bandits, and
the grain we worked so hard to grow wouldn't have been stolen by them. Not only would my grandfather and I have had to work ourselves to the bone every day farming,
but for a long time we wouldn't even have enough to eat and could only catch rats from the neighborhood to temporarily fill our stomachs. I almost became
addicted to the taste of roasted rat meat.
What happened today made me doubt my grandfather's words even more: several robbers suddenly
appeared near my house. Before my grandfather could fully draw his .44 revolver, a
lead bullet fired from a robber's pistol pierced his head, causing it
to explode like a bursting watermelon. I was tied up with ropes and stuffed into a sack, powerless to resist
(though I dared not)
. Knowledge is power? Grandpa, then why didn't we have the power to resist the robbers?
Chapter 1: The Chapter of "Big Dick Harry
" With a sack over my head, I was dragged back to the robbers' camp. After being pushed to a certain spot, I
was kicked in the back of the knee, the pain forcing me to kneel on the ground. Then, the sack over my head was removed, and I
could finally see my surroundings.
It was a tent made of canvas, somewhat worn and patched, but
more than enough to shelter us from the wind and rain. A dirty mattress lay on the ground, with some shelves beside it. Several
people, dressed in tattered clothes and living near my house, were kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs, just like me. Several bandits
, weapons in hand, stood by, watching us.
Just then, I heard the sound of the tent entrance curtain being lifted, followed by a clattering sound mixed with
the clanging of chains approaching from behind me. A stench of rotten leather filled my
nostrils.
"Greetings, Big Sister!"
The bandits watching us bowed simultaneously to the source of the sound behind me.
"Yes, you've worked hard."
The woman the bandits called "Big Sister"... she must be a woman, right? The older woman's voice sounded
as grating as someone banging on a broken iron pot, a world apart from my mother's gentle and sweet voice
.
Then, the "older woman" walked in front of us prisoners: a pair of dark, thick
legs, as thick as radishes, were tucked into red high-heeled riding boots, the heels creaking and groaning as if they
might break at any moment; black leather pants encased her almost square buttocks; a chain-fastened jacket
covered rough skin, but… damn! Those breasts were huge and perky! Probably a 38F
! My little brother in my pants suddenly sprang to life, creating
a small tent in my tattered pants.
"Huh?"
Almost the instant my little brother stood up, the owner of those huge breasts suddenly slammed her hand on
the broken iron pot... oh no, I mean, let out a startled exclamation; then a
large hand, devoid of any delicate feeling, reached down to my chin, lifting my head so that I could make eye contact with the owner of the voice...
Damn it! Has God gone blind? The face in front of me had a gaping maw, and the protruding nose
looked as if it had been sculpted with a knife, forming a perfect rectangle! Add to that those tiny, mouse-like eyes...
If it weren't for those enormous 38F breasts on this...person...body, I would never admit
she was a woman! And my restless little brother instantly went into a state of suspended animation, obediently shrinking back.
??? "Hehehe! Didn't expect there to be a decent one among this haul!"
??? This woman in front of me...damn, admitting she's a woman is really difficult... This woman
let out a grating laugh that sounded like banging a gong.
??? "You did a good job this time." The woman looked up at the robbers and said. "Carry this handsome young man to
the bed; after you take the others, go find my brother to collect your reward!"
??? "Thank you, big sister!"
??? The robbers thanked her loudly, and then several of them grabbed my hands and feet, carrying me like a dead pig to
that dirty mattress and putting me down...wait, this mattress is actually a spring mattress, I've only ever seen this kind of mattress in books
; although this mattress looks dirty, it's
much more comfortable to lie on than the haystack I've slept on since I was a child.
"Hehehe...!" Suddenly, the woman started banging on the drums again... no, she let out an unpleasant
laugh, walking towards the mattress as she laughed. "Your little handsome boy looks delicious, I
wonder how it feels to 'ride' you?"
"Ride" me? Oh... why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?
The woman walked up to me, ripped my pants open,
exposing my terrified little brother to the air; she then threw my pants in my face, plunging my vision
into darkness again.
"Oh! I didn't expect your little darling to be so big even before it's erect!" The woman's lousy praise sounded
like the drums and gongs before an execution in some era before the Great Depression. "I wonder
how magnificent this thing will be when it stands up?"
??? The sound of chains clashing came, and suddenly a warm, moist sensation enveloped my penis
. It was probably because the woman bent down and took it into her mouth; wait… I remember
reading something like this in a book: a woman taking a man's penis into her mouth? Is that called oral
sex?
??? When I read the book, I didn't quite understand why people before the Great Depression would invent "oral sex."
Sexual intercourse is sex, why go through the trouble of taking the genitals into the mouth? But now I can 'experience
' it. That warm, moist, tingling sensation my penis felt could make a man
feel incredibly comfortable, and could instantly make his penis engorged with blood and fully erect, successfully preparing for intercourse
.
My little brother felt the same way. Surrounded by the warm, moist sensation, he forgot
the fear he had felt upon seeing the dinosaur woman. Blood rushed to his penis, instantly making
it erect and hard, pressing against the woman's throat. A soft, slippery sensation
traveled from the tip of his glans.
"Wow! You got hard so quickly!"
The woman banged on the broken gong again... Damn it! Why is this woman's voice so hoarse and unpleasant?
It makes me nauseous just hearing her voice, and my little brother is so weak it wants to shrink back!
"Huh? Why is it going soft again? Is this kid all looks and no action?" the woman said disapprovingly
, followed by the clanging of chains. "Hey, kid, if you dare shrink back, I'll
kill you!"
The clanging of chains? Mommy, is this woman trying to strangle me with those chains? But…
but…hearing this woman's voice, my little brother was so frightened he wanted to shrink back…and with
that woman's face and figure, more masculine than a man's, my little brother really wished he could retreat into
his body for immediate refuge!
??? If my little brother shrank back, that woman would probably kill me on the spot! These bandits are always
ruthless killers, let alone killing someone like me who's tied up—it would be too easy! Waaah, I'm only
sixteen! I don't want to die so young, especially since I've never actually held a woman, like
those semi-nude beauties in Grandpa's treasured "Attic" and "Playmate" magazines. Am I really going to die in a place like this
?
??? Since I don't want to die, I can only ask my little brother to sacrifice himself for me, his older brother; but
my little brother is unwilling to stand tall and face the impending doom, which could kill me, his older brother
!
Wait a minute… I suddenly had an idea. Every time I flipped through Grandpa’s treasured “Attic” and
“Playmate Girl” magazines, my little brother would get restless and start to stir. Maybe…maybe the “Attic
” and “Playmate Girl” magazines could give my little brother the courage to stand up straight?
(“Attic” and “Playmate Girl” magazines! Grant my little brother the strength to stand up!)
I silently chanted in my heart, while trying to recall the scantily clad, beautiful, slender
, and provocatively posed beauties in the magazines. Sure enough, when those semi-nude beauties in the magazines started
to seduce me in my mind, I gradually forgot that there was a giant dinosaur next to me that could devour me at any moment
, and my little brother quickly regained its upright and proud posture.
"Whoa! It's gotten bigger again!" The woman's raspy voice rang out again, but
thanks to the beauty in "Playmate" magazine, her raspy voice had no
effect on my little brother!
Grandpa, is this the power of knowledge? I'm starting to understand.
"Hehe, let me ride it and see how it feels. It's been so long since I've ridden such a handsome, delicious, and big
little boy!"
As the woman spoke, suddenly the sound of iron chains hitting the ground echoed; thank goodness, it almost hurt my little...
If my brother hadn't stood up straight, this woman would probably have beaten me to death with iron chains out of disappointment!
Suddenly, the bed sank, and the feeling of two fingers pinching my penis came from my lower body. I knew
the moment of 'torture' was about to arrive; alas, farewell to my little brother. To save my brother's life, I had to
sacrifice myself...
A hot and wet sensation suddenly enveloped my penis,
similar to the feeling of a woman holding it in her mouth, but much more comfortable. The woman's secret flesh was unexpectedly
soft, and with its juicy wetness, the naked women in my mind, dancing erotic dances,
instantly stripped naked and pounced on me.
"Ah! Oh!"
The woman actively used her vagina to move my penis, making it
slide in and out of her incredibly wet and narrow vagina, while she groaned loudly in pleasure, although her hoarse voice was not sexy at all; but
ignoring the voice, the feeling of my penis going in and out of the woman's vagina was still quite comfortable,
much more comfortable than masturbating.
It was really unexpected, I didn't expect this big dinosaur whose only feature was her breasts to be that of a woman, had a standard
woman's vagina.
"Ah! Uh! Oh! Oh!
" The woman moved her waist faster and harder, each time using her full weight to sit down to
the bottom, causing the tip of my penis to pierce hard into a place inside the woman's body that felt a bit like a fleshy ring
; every time my penis pierced that place, the woman would bang a drum... to hell with
banging a drum! It was a moan! A moan! At the same time as the moaning, the woman's whole body would tremble.
According to some books I've read, when a penis touches a woman's clitoris, she usually moans
. Although this woman's moans... damn! Can we not mention her moans? It ruins the mood,
don't you know? Anyway, based on this woman's reaction, the spot I touched must be that
clitoris that makes women feel so good.
Suddenly, I remembered that besides the clitoris, a woman's vagina also has a spot called the G-spot.
Touching or rubbing the G-spot can give a woman immense pleasure. Since my penis
has already been ruined by this woman, why not sacrifice a little more to please her? Judging
from the unusual respect those robbers showed her, she seems to be quite
influential among them. Being able to please her should provide some protection for my life.
Having decided to do this, I immediately moved my penis as close as possible to
the woman's G-spot within my reach. Sure enough, when the woman sat down forcefully again, my penis
first rubbed heavily against the location of the woman's G-spot, as described in the book, and then slammed into her clitoris.
"Ah!"
The woman groaned loudly like a pig being slaughtered… uh, a pig being slaughtered. Her vagina suddenly contracted,
and a large amount of warm liquid sprayed onto my lower abdomen. Of course, this couldn't be my penis piercing the
woman's stomach, causing her to bleed profusely; it must be the squirting reaction described in the book when a woman reaches orgasm.
However, because I slightly tilted my penis, the woman
's final forceful sitting almost broke it in two; it still hurts!
"Oh…! You're really fun to ride!" The woman finally caught her breath. "Big
dick, little darling, what's your name?"
Who? Me?
??? "Hey! What's your name?"
??? Suddenly, the tattered pants over my head were pulled away, revealing a dinosaur face covered in snot and tears
.
??? "Holy crap!" Startled, my little brother recoiled back into my body with lightning speed.
??? "What's your name anyway?" The woman's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and she pulled out
a 10mm pistol from somewhere, pointing it at my forehead. "Try playing dumb with me again! I'll blow your
head off right now!"
??? "I...I'm called...Harry..." ??? "
Oh? Harry?" The woman suddenly smiled again, though that smile
was far more terrifying than the worst nightmare I'd ever had. "From now on, I'll call you 'Big Dick Harry'!"
??? Huh? 'Big Dick Harry'?
"Hehehe! My darling big-dicked Harry!" The woman suddenly bent forward and pounced on me.
The feeling of her two enormous breasts pressing against my chest was indescribable;
it would have been even more wonderful if that ugly face hadn't been ruining the atmosphere. "Your big dick is truly unforgettable! As long as you stay put, I, '
Tiger Mom' Daisy, will definitely not mistreat you; otherwise, I'll first spit out your big dick, then throw you out to feed the scorpions
, mmm."
So this woman's name was Daisy. Her appearance was really incompatible with her name.
"Yes, Big Sister Daisy, I will stay and serve you." However, my life was hanging by a thread, especially
since Daisy was holding a pistol, so I had no choice but to obey.
"Hehe, that's good." Daisy licked her lips, looking like a mother dinosaur ready to devour her prey. "Shall we
do it again? I really want to savor your big dick again!"
Chapter 2 Everything, for survival
Although being "ridden" by Daisy wasn't pleasant, and I couldn't even leave Daisy's tent
, at least I didn't have to worry about my life for the time being, or even about food.
As the sister of the bandit leader, Daisy could freely take the food the bandits plundered. Although Daisy
didn't give me much food, it was enough to fill my stomach.
Being kept in the tent by Daisy like a pet dog, while providing food and eliminating the need to work—...
Aside from the one hour I spent being tormented by Daisy every day—but having nothing to do all day was incredibly boring, so
I could only pass the time by daydreaming.
I had considered escaping, but if I escaped the bandits' camp, unless I could find
a way to support myself—like growing crops, hunting, or becoming a bandit like Daisy and her group and robbing to fill
my stomach—I'd probably starve to death in the vast wilderness before the bandits even caught up with me
. Therefore, although I desperately wanted to escape, escaping meant starving anyway, so I could only
helplessly continue being tormented by Daisy. This kind of life, while extremely unpleasant, at least meant I didn't have
to worry about food.
Moreover, I soon made a significant discovery: although Daisy's appearance from the front only deserved a 10
out of 10, from behind, she wasn't so bad—she just had no waist
or buttocks, so she was probably a passing 60 out of 100. So, after my "persuasion"—or
rather, my surprise attack—Daisy finally "agreed" to let me use the doggy style
position from behind. This position would not only allow Daisy to enjoy greater pleasure, but I also wouldn't have to endure Daisy's nauseating
appearance, so it was a win-win solution, right? Although Daisy's grating moans were still unavoidable,
stuffing two rags into her ears would greatly reduce the intrusiveness of the problem.
Since life wouldn't be as difficult as before, I wasn't in such a hurry to escape—of course, I still wanted
to escape, but I had to prepare for it first.
Daisy seemed very unhappy today because the bandits had gone out to plunder a small town, and Daisy
had found a 9mm Beretta pistol on the town sheriff who had been killed, but the pistol was jammed and unusable
, which greatly annoyed Daisy.
"What the hell!" Daisy angrily threw the Beretta to the ground. "No wonder that idiot sheriff
got shot dead! This gun was clearly broken!"
"Big Sister Daisy, since the gun is broken..." I asked cautiously. "Can I play with
it?"
"Take it, take it!" Daisy waved her hand impatiently. "Take it if you like!"
I picked up the Beretta that Daisy had thrown to the ground; when I finally held the gun in my hand, the heavy metal
gave me an immense sense of satisfaction and confidence—although the gun was broken, perhaps I could find
suitable parts to fix it, and then it could become one of my assets for escaping the bandit camp
.
As soon as Daisy stormed out of the tent, I immediately took advantage of the moment when Daisy couldn't see what I was doing and
began to disassemble the Beretta, trying to fix it. However, as soon as I started disassembling the gun, I immediately knew
that it wasn't actually broken; it was just jammed. Because it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, the bolt
was covered in sand and gunpowder residue, causing it to jam. Once I washed away the dust and residue, the gun would be
usable.
Full of joy, I found some rags on the shelf and began cleaning the Beretta, which was jammed due to its filth
. There were about ten bullets left in the gun. Once I cleaned it, I would have a usable
Beretta and ten bullets, giving me the means to escape the camp!
But halfway through cleaning the gun, I suddenly remembered: Daisy had never given me anything
other than food before, not even clothes. Perhaps she didn't trust me enough, afraid I would do something
harmful to her? But today, Daisy had given me a "broken" pistol with a few
bullets in it! Could this be a sign that Daisy was lowering her guard?
Besides, even if I could repair this gun, I only have one gun and ten bullets. Escaping the
bandits' camp wouldn't be difficult; I'm quite confident in my stealth skills—I've even been able to
sneak up to rats and catch them with a net for dinner before. But the bandits will eventually discover my escape
, and how many pursuers will ten bullets be enough to take down then?
Or, could I use this gun in a different way to gain more benefits?
After dinner and a short rest, it's time for my "work." Because Daisy's moans were
so disturbing, even though she was the sister of a bandit leader, when many of her men
complained to her brother that her moans were disturbing their sleep, Daisy's brother could only ask her not to "ride"
me too late. So the time after dinner became my work time. Although Daisy's moans were still
quite disturbing and not good for digestion, the bandits had no concept of health, so no
one objected.
"Big Sister Daisy." Finally, after finishing today's "work," I took out the Beretta pistol that I had already prepared
and presented it to Daisy, who was panting and slumped on the mattress after being fucked by my big dick
. "This gun is fixed, please accept it, elder sister."
"What? You fixed the gun? You can fix guns?"
Daisy, who had been resting with her eyes half-closed, suddenly widened her small, beady eyes at
me upon hearing my words. Then, Daisy sat up, took the Beretta from my hand, and began to examine it closely.
When the Beretta left my hand, the sudden lightness of its weight gave me
a feeling that my future was slipping out of my control; after all, that 9mm Beretta was the only asset I could freely use, yet I had just
given it all away.
Although I had read in books that investment was for making more profit, I felt
that giving the gun to Daisy was more like gambling; if I lost, I would be
penniless again. But, if I succeeded…
"Huh? There are still bullets in the magazine?" When Daisy removed the magazine and saw the ten bullets inside…
Daisy glanced up at me. "Bring me my clothes, let's go to the shooting range to test the guns!"
??? Daisy wanted me to go with her to test the guns? Great, it seems my 'investment' is starting to pay off, and
the first profit I've earned is 'being able to leave Daisy's tent'!
??? Daisy put on her heavy metal leather outfit, but only threw me a tattered cloth to cover my body. I had no choice
but to wrap the tattered cloth around my lower body to cover my little brother, and followed Daisy out of the tent; fortunately, the bandit camp
had no shortage of slaves that the bandits had captured from the surrounding villages and towns, intending to sell them to slave traders
. Those slaves were dressed even less than me, some women didn't even have a piece of cloth on them. Although I only had
a piece of cloth covering my lower body, I was already considered 'well-dressed,' so I wouldn't attract too much attention.
Daisy's so-called "shooting range" was actually just a wooden frame next to the bandit camp, piled high with
metal cans as targets; nothing particularly important. However, when Daisy was test-firing the
Beretta pistol I had repaired, many bandits from the camp came to watch, including Daisy's brother
, "Tiger" Woody.
"Daisy," "Tiger" Woody said, his arms around a female slave, watching his sister test-firing
the Beretta. "Wasn't your gun broken?"
"Big Dick Harry fixed it for me," Daisy replied.
"Oh? Big Dick Harry can repair guns?" Woody stared at me with his tiny, beady eyes, just like his sister's.
"I have some broken guns here, Big Dick Harry, come and see if you can fix them!"
"Yes, Boss Woody."
I tried my best to keep a straight face, but inside I was so happy I wanted to shout: Woody let me repair guns
! That means I can get access to the bandits' armory!
I might even be able to get my hands on a powerful AK-47, let alone a Beretta pistol, if they actually have one
!
Woody personally led me to the tent the bandits used to store their weapons. Two armed
bandits stood guard at the entrance. Normally, not only would slaves be killed if they approached, but
even members of the bandit gang wouldn't be allowed near this tent without Woody's permission. But now, Woody was personally
leading me inside; this was a good opportunity, if I could seize it…
Inside the armory tent were several large crates filled with bullets of various calibers; next to them were
piles of broken guns haphazardly.
"Here!" Woody casually grabbed an MP5 from the small hilltop of the guns and handed it to me.
"See if you can fix this one."
After disassembling the MP5, I immediately knew where the problem lay: the bolt carrier spring was
probably broken in two due to rust. Replacing it with a new one would solve the problem; however,
where would I find a new bolt carrier spring?
"Woody, this gun can be repaired, but we need a part." I told Woody the situation.
"This gun needs a bolt carrier spring to be fixed."
"A bolt carrier spring?" Woody's expression clearly showed he didn't understand what a 'bolt carrier spring' was
, but he pretended to. "I don't think I have one; could you take one from another gun
?"
"It should be possible..."
I started searching through the pile of guns and soon found another MP5; this MP5's bolt
was missing, but the bolt carrier spring was still there, and there was even a scope attached! I
removed the bolt, recoil spring, and scope from this gun and installed them on the previous gun. Then I loaded all the bullets from both guns into one
magazine, and in no time, I had a working MP5.
"Woody, the gun's fixed." I respectfully presented the MP5 to Woody with both hands.
"Fixed?!" Woody looked incredulous and quickly grabbed the MP5 from my hands.
"Let's go to the shooting range and test it!"
The MP5 I fixed for Woody became his favorite weapon. He carried it almost everywhere
, especially when he went out to rob. The MP5's 'powerful' firepower made him
invincible. Therefore, Woody took me from Daisy to be in charge of repairing his guns.
At first, Woody would watch me while I repaired guns, probably worried I'd steal something.
Woody's concerns weren't unfounded; I really wanted to steal, but I'd only steal
things of value. A few broken guns, while valuable, weren't valuable enough to justify such behavior
. So, after watching me a couple of times, Woody got bored watching me repair guns and simply
let me repair them alone in the tent. He probably had some confidence in me now.
Since Woody wasn't monitoring me anymore, I naturally wouldn't keep a clean record. However, I wasn't stupid enough
to just steal and hide the guns; if Woody found out, I'd probably have several bullet holes in my head. Instead, I
used the excuse of needing to test-fire the repaired guns to practice shooting at the range every day. This
way, I could improve my shooting skills without worrying about Woody discovering my secret practice.
Since I started repairing and maintaining the bandits' guns for Woody, their firepower has
increased dramatically, resulting in more loot on each raid. This has made Woody even more reliant on my gun repair skills,
because someone always manages to break a gun during a raid. If I can fix the broken guns, Woody
won't have to rely on replacing damaged weapons with those found during raids, as before.
To allow me to focus on repairing guns, Woody had a special tent set up for me next to the weapons shed
and forbade Daisy from coming to see me anymore, so I could repair guns more efficiently. I've finally
escaped Daisy's clutches!
Today I'm engrossed in repairing an M60 light machine gun I found in a pile of broken guns. If this M60...
If I could fix the M60, I wouldn't be afraid even if all the bandits in the camp came after me after I escaped.
However, while I was repairing it, I suddenly heard a bandit's voice outside the weapons tent.
"Hey, is Big Dick Harry in there?" Although Woody had strictly forbidden anyone from entering the tent, I
hurriedly hid the gun I was repairing to avoid being discovered.
"What's up?" I stepped out of the weapons tent. Now, besides Woody, only I could
freely enter and leave this tent; it was a special treatment Woody gave me, though not a very pleasant one.
"Boss Woody wants to see you." The bandit beckoned to me. "Come with me."
Woody wants to see me? Could it be that he discovered my 'plot' of secretly repairing the M60 and planning to use its
firepower to escape? However, it didn't seem like it. Only Woody and I could freely enter and exit the weapons tent
, and since I was allowed to repair guns alone, Woody hadn't stepped into the weapons tent at all. He should
n't have discovered what I was up to...
??? So why did Woody suddenly call me?
??? While wondering whether Woody's call was good or bad, I followed the bandit leading the way into Woody
's tent. Inside the tent, Woody was completely naked, embracing a female slave and having sex with her intensely.
??? "Boss Woody, you wanted to see me?" Seeing Woody busy with a woman, I began to wonder why he
would choose this time to call me.
??? "Oh, big dick Harry." Woody said pantingly while having sex with the female slave in his arms. "There's
something you need to do for me."
??? "What are your orders, boss?"
??? "Fuck that woman until she's ruined!" With that, Woody
pointed to a woman lying on the ground next to the tent, her hands tied behind her back.
Why does this woman look so familiar...?
Just then, the woman looked up, glared hatefully at Woody, then at me; however,
when she saw me, the resentment on her face vanished, replaced by extreme surprise
; then, she exclaimed:
"Harry...?!
" Hearing the familiar voice in the woman's exclamation, I immediately recognized her: it was Annie
Potter, my mother!
So Mom wasn't dead! That's wonderful! I suppressed the urge to rush over and hug my mother and cry, but then
it suddenly occurred to me: Wait a minute! Woody told me to fuck this woman to pieces, so that means...?!
"You've heard of 'Big Dick Harry'? That's even better! I said I'd fuck you to pieces,
and I will. Big Dick Harry is the executioner who's responsible for fucking you to pieces!" Just as I was filled with doubt and uncertainty
, Woody grinned maliciously at my mother. "Hehe! You're in luck! Big Dick Harry's dick
can make women scream nonstop!"
??? "You beast!" Mom cursed Woody, but didn't mention I was her son.
"I knew you didn't have the guts to do it yourself!"
??? No! Mom! Don't anger Woody! If I don't anger Woody, maybe I can use my
recent experience fixing his gun to plead for him... ???
"I don't have the guts? Can't you see I'm busy? Let Big Dick Harry entertain you first, I'll take care
of myself later!" Unfortunately, Woody seemed to be furious. "Big Dick Harry, fuck that woman to pieces right now
!"
??? "Boss Woody... this..." I hurriedly thought of a way to resolve the current
crisis. "...I dare not! She's the boss's slave, I dare not do it..."
??? "Damn it! Are you Big Dick Harry or Dickless Harry?" Woody suddenly cursed. "I told you to fuck, so
fuck! If you don't dare, I'll cut off your rotten dick!"
Oh my god! Woody's going to cut off my little brother! What am I going to do?
I couldn't help but look at my mother, only to find her looking at me with despair in her eyes.
"Big Dick Harry, I'll count to three!" Woody roared again. "If you haven't shoved your
rotten dick into that woman's hole by the time I count to three, I'll use your dick as a target! One...! Two...!
..." Oh
my god! How did things turn out like this? If I disobey Woody's orders, the consequences won't
just be my little brother being ripped out; I'll probably have several holes in my head, and my mother's fate won't
be much better...
There's no way out if my mother and I are to get through this crisis... if I'm to survive...!
I walked towards my mother. Her eyes suddenly widened in panic, but quickly turned into a helpless
calm. It seemed she shared my thoughts. When I reached her, she closed her eyes,
slightly parted her lips, and two tears streamed down her cheeks.
"To survive, I have no choice but to…" I mustered my last bit of courage, banishing my hesitation. I pulled down
my pants and shoved my half-erect penis into my mother's mouth. "…I'm sorry, Mom!"
"Ugh!
" When my penis entered her mouth, she seemed momentarily overwhelmed and choked. I quickly
pulled it out a little to let her catch her breath. However, just as I was about to pull it away, she
sucked on it and began licking it with her tongue.
A soft, moist, stringy sensation swirled around my penis, carefully licking both the front and back of the glans
. I think Mom was probably pretending to clean the dirt off my penis with her mouth, but
when her taste buds brushed against the back of the glans, a tingling,
electric sensation shot through my body, activating a large amount of blood and causing it to rush to the corpus cavernosum. Instantly, my penis
became erect, hard and pressing against Mom's throat.
Perhaps because her throat felt uncomfortable from the pressure, Mom instinctively flinched back,
exposing half of my large penis to the air. But she immediately turned her head forward, taking my penis into her mouth as much as possible,
making it look like she was moving her mouth back and forth on it.
"Heh, you're enjoying Harry's big cock, aren't you! You slut!" Woody's voice came from the side.
"You were just pretending to be chaste! How come you're now acting like a whore, swallowing Harry's big cock like a prostitute?"
Hearing Woody's mockery, Mom paused, tears welling in her eyes again.
"Stop crying! I've had enough of you two giving each other blowjobs!" Woody roared. "Turn around right now and
stick your ass up high. I want to watch Harry's big cock pound your cunt to pieces!" Tears
streaming down her face, Mom reluctantly spat out my saliva-covered penis, laboriously turning over and lying face down on the ground.
Because her hands were still bound behind her back, she could only press her face to the ground, trying her best to stick her ass up high.
"Put it in!" Woody yelled again.
Looking at the plump, white, round, slightly trembling buttocks under the dirty cloth, with a pinkish-purple
slit in the middle, and a faint sheen of moisture in the slit; I came into this world through this place,
and now my big cock has to go back in… forced back in…
Damn Woody! One day I'll make you suffer a terrible death! I cursed inwardly, raised my big cock, aimed at
my mother's pussy, and thrust in hard.
"Oh!"
My big cock entered, and my mother let out a painful groan, whether from the
pressure of being forced to commit incest with her own son, or from the fact that her tight pussy couldn't accommodate my big cock's invasion!
"Hehe! Bitch, Harry's big cock tastes good, doesn't it?" Woody lewdly grinned. "Harry! Thrust your
big cock hard! Show this bitch what's what!"
Although I didn't want to ravage my mother's body, I knew Woody was just a beast in heat. If
I didn't obey Woody's orders, he wouldn't even consider my usefulness in fixing guns; he would definitely pull out his gun
and kill my mother and me.
There was no other way but to obey Woody's orders and start thrusting my big cock into my mother's vagina.
The folds of flesh inside her vagina tightly gripped my cock, making thrusting extra strenuous and painful; so every
time I thrust, my mother would let out a soft groan of pain.
No, being forced to have sex with her own son was already painful enough for my mother; how could I make her
suffer even more? But I absolutely couldn't pull out my big cock, otherwise, the consequence would be that my mother and I would be
beaten to death on the spot by Woody, and Woody might even find someone else to rape my mother! Since my mother was destined to be humiliated anyway, I would rather
do this dirty work myself; at least, I could at least make my mother suffer less.
The way to relieve my mother's pain was through the sexual techniques I had learned. I
slowly pushed my large penis into her vagina, pressing it against her G-spot. When the tip of my penis and the uneven muscles of my penis rubbed against her G-spot,
it brought her some pleasure, slightly compensating for the pain she was suffering.
"Ugh...ugh...!"
Being rubbed against her G-spot by my penis was probably too stimulating. My mother trembled all over, and her vagina
suddenly secreted a lot of lubricant, instantly reducing the resistance as I pushed forward. As a
result, I didn't have time to reduce the force of my thrust, and my penis rapidly
advanced into her fully lubricated vagina, slamming heavily against her clitoris.
"Ah—! Ahhh—!" With her clitoris being slammed hard, my mother suddenly groaned loudly.
Although she immediately lowered her voice, everyone could tell it was a woman's groan caused by unbearable pleasure
.
"Good! Good! Big Dick Harry, keep going like this!" Woody grinned, pinning the female slave in his arms
down, hoisting her legs onto his shoulders, and beginning a fierce thrust. "Let's have a contest, see who can
fuck a woman the wildest!"
Although I didn't want to have this kind of competition with Woody, if I could exhaust him during the competition, maybe
Woody would let my mother and me go; so, I pulled my already fully inserted penis out halfway and
pressed it down again against my mother's G-spot, until it hit her G-spot hard.
"No—! Ah—!" My penis must have really stimulated the sensitive spot in my mother's vagina,
because she screamed loudly, but before the scream was over,
it turned into a moan because of the thrust to her G-spot.
"Haha! I didn't expect this hypocritical bitch to moan so wildly!" Woody laughed as he
panted and vigorously fucked the female slave beneath him. "This is so exciting!"
??? "I'm sorry, Mom." While Woody was focused on fucking his woman, I whispered. "
I have to do this to survive; but I'll try my best to make you comfortable."
??? Without waiting for Mom's reply, I immediately thrust my huge cock in again, using
all the tricks I used to 'subdue' Daisy on Mom.
??? "Ah! Harry...you...ouch! Ouch!"
??? Enduring the heavy blows of my huge cock, Mom could only helplessly sway her hips to meet my thrusts.
??? "Huff...huff...Mom, is this...comfortable?" Feeling Mom's pussy wrapped
around my huge cock so intimately, waves of pleasure spread throughout my body, and Mom's moans ignited my desire
, so I thrust faster and harder.
"Ah—! So good…so good—! Harry…not there…oh no! Too sensitive…
oh no! Ahhh!
" With a high-pitched moan, Mom suddenly tensed and trembled, a large amount of warm
fluid gushing from her vagina; then, having reached her climax, Mom collapsed to the ground, slowly panting.
I glanced at Woody; he was trembling on top of the woman, seemingly ejaculating; I…
I don't know how good Woody's stamina is in bed, but just thinking about Woody ejaculating on top of Mom...
I would rather die than see that happen!
The best way to stop Woody from bullying Mom is to plug her pussy and let Woody continue to
vent on that female slave until he's exhausted; anyway, Woody himself told me to fuck 'this woman' to pieces, so he can't blame my
big dick for occupying Mom's pussy.
"Mom, to prevent Woody from having a chance to bully you," I put Mom's long, bouncy legs
on my shoulders, pressed my big dick against her pussy, and then slid in. "That's all I can do, I hope Mom
will feel good."
"Ah...! Ah...! So good...!" Overwhelmed by my big dick again, Mom moved her
hips to match my thrusts, moaning wildly. "So good! Harry... Ah! It's hitting the spot... Oh! My
Harry! My darling Harry...!"
Hearing my mother call out like that startled me. I quickly kissed her lips to prevent her from accidentally saying
"son." If Woody found out about our mother-son relationship, who knows
what tricks he'd play on me
? However, as soon as I kissed her lips, her tongue almost immediately invaded my mouth
, sucking my saliva and giving me a passionate, wet kiss; her hips thrust upwards repeatedly, as if
hoping my big cock would penetrate even deeper.
Okay... since that's how it is...
I placed all my weight on my penis and thrust it in vertically, the tip of my glans squeezing into the
circular ring of flesh at her core. Suddenly, Mom's eyes widened, her body tensed again, and her vagina gushed fluid,
contracting rapidly and repeatedly. The grip of Mom's vagina sent a chill down my spine
, my defenses crumbling instantly, and a large amount of thick, turbid fluid shot into Mom's uterus.
When I realized I was ejaculating, I tried to pull my penis out; but Mom suddenly
clamped her legs around my neck, arching her back upwards, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, absorbing
every last drop of my semen.
"Mom, you…"
"Don't talk… Harry, Mom knows you had no choice," Mom whispered, kissing my nose
. "Since you've already done it, don't give yourself away; are you still okay?"
"I can still ejaculate three or four more times, no problem."
"That's good." Mom sighed softly, two rosy blushes spreading across her sand-covered
, white cheeks. "Continue...don't stop...don't let Woody find any flaws, but take it slow
...support him until he can't anymore."
"Yes, Mom." I withdrew my penis slightly, then slowly thrust it in.
"Mmm~~~!" Mom's face showed an incredibly comfortable, seductive expression, her legs tightly wrapped around my
waist.
Chapter 3:
Struggle I've forgotten how long Woody's "sex game" lasted, only that Woody repeatedly told me to get
off my mother and "let" her have his way with him. Of course, I couldn't agree to such a request, but I also couldn't
refuse Woody's orders. Refusing Woody's orders would likely result in him shooting me on the spot. The only solution
was to make Woody give up his orders himself. The way to make Woody give up his orders was to use certain
highly provocative positions to make Woody so aroused that he would rather I continue "performing" on my mother—for example
, entering from behind with my mother facing Woody. This way, Woody could clearly see my big
cock spreading open my mother's vagina, covered in her juices, going in and out. Moreover, I could easily thrust from behind
to my mother's G-spot, and the naturally seductive expression on my mother's face would further stimulate Woody,
making him unable to resist his lust and forcing him to grab other female slaves to quell his desire, thus abandoning his plan to defile my mother.
Although I successfully made Woody nearly exhausted from venting his frustrations on the other female slaves, he then
only allowed me to leave his tent alone, leaving my mother behind. This meant that, while Woody "theoretically
" shouldn't have had the energy to abuse my mother anymore, as long as she remained in that
beast's tent, I couldn't shake the disgusting image of his ugly penis penetrating her vagina from my
mind.
Damn it, it seems I really have to go all out to rescue my mother.
I didn't sleep all night, staying holed up in the weapons tent, trying to fix that M60 machine gun as quickly as possible
. I finally managed to repair it shortly after sunrise, and immediately took the M60 to the firing range for a "
test shot." If Woody was still asleep, the M60's gunfire would wake him up; if he
was already awake, the gunfire should lure him out of his tent—leaving him no time
to do anything else, like…
After setting up the machine gun and loading the ammunition at the firing range, I immediately opened fire on the wooden rack holding the bottles and cans. The deafening,
continuous gunfire woke everyone in the camp, including Woody. When Woody, wearing only tattered shorts and
still sleepy-eyed, arrived at the firing range, he was met with a ground riddled with bullet holes and wooden racks shattered into pieces by the M60's hail of bullets
, the dust kicked up by the bullets still lingering in the air.
"Holy shit…!" Seeing the mess before him, Woody's sleepiness vanished completely. "What the hell is this thing
?!"
??? "Boss Woody!" Seeing Woody come out, I quickly picked up the M60 and presented it to him.
"This is a gun I just fixed, please accept it, Boss Woody!"
??? "What?!"
??? Woody looked at me, then at the M60 I was holding in my arms, before hesitantly taking the M60
; as Woody took the M60, I quickly stepped aside to prevent Woody from "accidentally" pressing the trigger.
The trigger ripped several large holes in my stomach.
"Hey, you guys, go get some wooden crates!" Fortunately, Woody didn't fire; he just ordered
his men to move the crates.
Once the crates were brought, Woody raised his M60 and opened fire. The powerful
recoil of the M60 made Woody lose his footing, firing and retreating. By the time he finished a round,
a row of crooked footprints was left on the ground. However, the wooden crates used as target practice were reduced
to splinters, and the smoke and dust from the M60's firing almost completely obscured everyone
's vision.
"Holy shit!" Woody paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "With this kind of firepower, who can
stand against me? Haha! Big Dick Harry, you did a great job! I should give you a reward!"
"Thanks, Boss Woody!" I nervously rubbed my hands together. "Um... Woody, could you
give me that female slave from yesterday?"
Oh God, Woody, you have to grant my request! Otherwise, I'll have to carry out the riskier "Plan
B"—sneaking Woody in the head tonight and then escaping with Mom; but
if we get lost in the wilderness, we'll just starve to death.
"That female slave from yesterday?" Woody squinted at me with his beady eyes. "Why?"
Why? Could I tell Woody it was because that female slave was my mother? Woody might
rape my mother in front of me!
"Because...because it's been really cold at night lately, I often can't sleep because of the cold...and I don't have a blanket to
cover myself with, so I haven't been sleeping well, which is seriously affecting the progress of repairing the guns..." I made up an excuse, hoping
to fool Woody. "...So I was thinking, if there's no blanket to cover me,
at least I wouldn't feel so cold if I could hug a woman for warmth..."
"Hmm..."
Woody tilted his head. I knew he was considering whether to give me "that female slave." This
bandit camp had plenty of female slaves, stolen from all over and waiting to be sold to slave traders, but
there wasn't a single blanket. Even Woody's sister Daisy didn't have one. So, asking Woody
to give me a blanket was absolutely impossible, but giving me a woman was not difficult for him.
"Hmm, okay!" Woody nodded.
When Woody nodded, I almost shouted with joy. I could finally
rescue my mother from Woody's clutches; but I had to restrain myself from showing too much excitement, afraid that Woody would become suspicious.
"Anyway, I don't need that woman. I'll have someone bring her to your tent," Woody said
, patting my shoulder forcefully. "Work hard, Harry! If you do a good job, I won't treat
you unfairly!"
Back in the weapons tent, I continued repairing the guns. Although I really wanted to go back to my own tent to
see if Woody had really kept his promise and brought Mom back,
I knew that if I left the work unfinished and Woody found out, who knew what would happen to me if he got angry? I had to suppress the urge to go back
to my tent and concentrate on repairing the guns.
Finally, night fell. I hastily packed away the guns I hadn't finished repairing and
rushed back to my tent.
Mom was sitting in the tent.
Although Woody hadn't even given Mom a rag to cover herself with, leaving her naked in my
tent, at least Mom was free from Woody's clutches!
Hearing me slip into the tent, Mom instinctively covered her chest with her hands and turned to look at me. When
she saw it was me, the fear on her face vanished instantly, replaced by joy
.
"Harry!" Mom excitedly opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her cheeks rubbing against mine
. "Harry, I'm so glad you're alright!"
"Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner." I could feel the warm, damp air
between our cheeks; it must be Mom's tears. "I'm so sorry you suffered."
"No, no, that's not true!" Mom choked back tears. "You did a great job. You saved Mom from that
beast Woody's clutches. You did a really good job!"
Saved Mom from Woody's clutches? Perhaps, but that was after Woody had her "abused"
; and the person responsible for "abusing" Mom was me...
Although I deeply resented everything Woody did to my mother, the thought of Woody reminded me of Daisy; the thought of
Daisy reminded me of the days I was kept as a sex slave in the tent; and
the days Daisy kept me as a sex slave made me think of yesterday, when, forced by circumstances, my mother was penetrated by my large penis
, and the allure of a true woman was displayed before my eyes…
And now, my mother was naked, tightly embracing me, her soft, round, and full breasts pressing against
my chest, and my little brother suddenly grew rapidly.
Hey! Hey! Little brother, although the woman in front of you is a standard beauty, she's not someone you can "think about"
…!
Unfortunately, my little brother ignored my protests and remained hard and erect, and to make matters worse, it was pressing
against the inside of my mother's thigh!
My little brother nudged my inner thigh, and Mom was startled at first. She looked down to see what had touched
her, and her face quickly flushed red. Then, she quickly released her grip on me, turned around abruptly, and
sat down with her back to me. The previously harmonious atmosphere of family reunion instantly became incredibly awkward.
"Uh… Mom, what would you like to eat?" Not knowing what to say to ease the tension, I could only try to find
an excuse to start a conversation—maybe an excuse that would allow me to legitimately leave the tent and catch my breath?
"...I'll go get it. Anyway, I've done some things for Woody, and he allowed me to take whatever
food I wanted from him."
"Whatever...whatever, it's fine..." Mother's voice was very low; clearly,
what happened yesterday still lingered in her mind.
"Okay, I'll go get some food and be right back."
I crawled out of the tent, suddenly remembering that I still had a tattered cloth to cover my lower body, but Mother
had nothing. Wasn't that inappropriate?
Anyway, there weren't many other things in the camp, just lots of naked slaves; one more wouldn't make a difference. So I
untied the cloth from my waist and placed it inside the tent.
"Mom, this rag won't be very comfortable, but it'll keep you warm a little
.
Take it and wear it..." I put the rag down and hurried towards the bandits' food tent; my restless little brother
was still proudly puffed out, so I had no choice but to
walk towards the food tent, my erect penis gleaming, enduring the strange looks from others.
Oh well, as long as Mom's alright, I don't care about anything else... Anyway, nobody has any clothes to wear, at least
I still have the "capital" to hold my head high in front of others.
(Anne 　　Porter 　　joins 　　the 　　team 　　! 　　)
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... When I crawled back into the tent with some food, my skillful mother had already 　　divided the tattered cloth I had left behind into three pieces. One piece was wrapped around her chest, secured with two thin threads taken from the cloth and looped around her 　　fair back as a belt; the other two pieces covered her lower body, front and back respectively, 　　tied together with the same thin threads. 　　Although my mother had covered her three key areas, most of her fair skin was still exposed 　　. The half-covered, half-revealed allure was almost as 　　strong as complete nudity, causing my little brother, which had finally calmed down, to become restless again. Luckily, my mother 　　had her back to me and couldn't see my current embarrassing state. 　　After sharing the food with my mother, we ate our dinners quietly. Before she was captured by the bandits 　　, she would always ask us at the table if the food was good. Then I watched as we men devoured 　　the delicious dishes Mom had cooked, our faces beaming with joy. 　　But ever since Woody's gang appeared, I've never seen Mom's warm, welcoming smile again 　　; even now, when Mom and I can eat together, we can only quietly eat our own coarse 　　food, barely exchanging a few words. 　　Damn Woody, one day I'll make you pay! 　　"Harry…?" Suddenly, Mom spoke, though her voice was unusually low. "… 　　Who taught you… your… techniques for pleasing girls?" 　　Techniques for pleasing girls? Why would Mom ask that? 　　"Some of it came from Grandpa's books." But I could only obediently answer Mom's 　　question. "The rest I learned from Daisy." 　　"Daisy?!" Mom's voice trembled. 　　"Woody's sister, I was kept as a sex slave by Daisy in her tent; I 　　only escaped Daisy's clutches after I managed to get a job repairing guns for Woody." 　　"I see..." My mother's voice trailed off. "...I really feel sorry for you..." 　　After finishing my food, I curled up at the tent entrance to sleep; the desert nights were incredibly cold, and even with 　　the tent providing shelter, the chill still seeped through the tattered canvas and enveloped me; it 　　was difficult to get a good night's sleep. The excuse I'd made up for Woody—"It's too cold to sleep at night"—was, though, partly 　　true. 　　"Achoo!" A gust of cold wind blew in from the tent entrance, tickling my nose, and I sneezed. 　　"Harry." It was my mother's voice. "It's too cold over there, come and sleep with me, it'll be warmer." 　　"But..." I thought that because of what happened yesterday, my mother and I still had a grudge. 　　"Or Mom can sleep with you," Mom said. I heard her moving around in the tent, 　　and then a warm feeling pressed against my bare back. "Sleeping together makes it warmer and easier to fall asleep, just 　　like in the books, when you encounter a cold snap while hiking, several people can hug each other to keep warm and avoid freezing." 　　"Yes, Mom." 　　"Sleep well." Mom wrapped her arms around me from behind, and two warm, soft mounds pressed against 　　my back... Hey! Little brother, can't you behave yourself? You're always trying to stand up! Mom 　　is kindly trying to warm me with her own body heat! 　　Unfortunately, little brother still ignored my protests and continued to stand up straight; luckily, Mom was sleeping behind 　　me, otherwise, if she saw this embarrassing situation, I wouldn't be able to talk to her for days. 　　"Slap!" I slapped myself, hoping to "calm down. 　　" "What's wrong, Harry?" Mom's gentle voice was full of concern. 　　"There are...there are mosquitoes." I quickly made up an excuse. 　　"Oh, I see." My mother's voice remained gentle and soothing. "Mom will swat the mosquitoes for you."

"You've had a long day, you should go to sleep early."
"Okay, Mom."
Suddenly, I heard my mother softly humming a lullaby. Although I'm no longer a baby
, the familiar melody gave me the comforting feeling I had as a child. Plus, my mother's body heat
warmed me up, and I felt instantly drowsy.
The next day, before going to the weapons tent to repair my guns, I specifically told my mother not to leave the tent
. Since the bandits usually didn't approach my tent, as long as my mother stayed inside, she would be
fine. However, if she came out and was seen by a bandit and captured and violated
, unless I could immediately grab a weapon and kill the entire bandit gang, I wouldn't be able to save her
.
Even with Mom in the tent, I was still worried. While repairing the weapons, I kept my ears perked up, listening
for any sounds outside. Thankfully, until I finished repairing "today's share" of weapons that evening, I didn't hear anything
strange. Apart from the guards changing shifts outside the weapons tent, the bandits, as usual, didn't approach
the weapons tent or my living tent.
I went to the food tent to get some food. When I crawled back into my tent, Mom had
cleaned it spotless—not a speck of dust. She had even leveled
the ground where we slept, so we wouldn't be uncomfortable from small stones or bumps. Mom
had even redid her hair; yesterday it was a tangled mess like straw, but
today it was smooth and flowing, making her look even more beautiful.
"Mom, here's your food," I said, handing her the fresher items.
"Thank you, Harry." Mom smiled as she took the food, casually tossing her head to brush
the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her back...so beautiful...
"What's wrong, Harry?" Mom asked curiously, noticing me staring at her face.
"Oh, nothing...nothing." I quickly sat down and started eating; Mom, on the other hand, smiled and
took small bites of her dinner, watching me wolf down my food like a hungry ghost, just like always.
But, only halfway through my dinner, I heard dragging footsteps approaching my tent. I
immediately had a very bad feeling—the footsteps didn't sound like the bandits guarding the changing of the guard post. Who would be
walking near my tent for no reason?
Turning to look at Mom, her face was already pale, and the half-eaten piece of hard bread in her hand
had fallen to the ground.
It seemed Mom, like me, had not only heard the approaching footsteps but also had a bad feeling
.
"Mom, what should we do? Should we run away now?
" I looked at my mother questioningly, making a shooting gesture with my hand. The meaning was that I should
immediately go to the weapons tent, get the gun I had repaired and hidden beforehand, and then escape with my mother under the cover of darkness.
Seeing my gesture, my mother's expression darkened, and she slowly shook her head. She made a looking-around gesture with her left hand and
pressed her right hand to her stomach, making a hunger gesture. I knew my mother meant that we weren't familiar with the area, and if we
got lost, we would starve to death in the desert.
"Then, should we appease Woody and endure this humiliation to survive?
" I made a submissive expression, nodding my head unnaturally. My mother nodded slowly and helplessly
, her face first turning pale, then red.
Then, my mother turned her head away.
"Big Dick Harry!" The footsteps of someone stopped outside my tent, followed by the sound I least wanted to hear,
confirming my ominous premonition. "Woody wants you to take that woman to his tent!"
Having decided to endure this humiliation, my mother and I had no choice but to obediently follow that man to Woody's tent.
When my mother and I entered the tent, I saw Woody and several of his trusted men already there
, each with two female slaves beside them.
"Oh, Big Dick Harry, you're here!" Woody said with a grin, but his smile was
the ugliest I could imagine. "Your performance yesterday was quite impressive, so today I've
gathered some of my close brothers to let everyone enjoy your show!"
Damn it! I knew it would be like this again! And it was even worse than I imagined; Woody had also invited other
members of the bandit gang to "enjoy the performance." At this point, forget about refusing Woody's "orders"—even if I
tried to make an excuse to appease him, Woody would feel "lost face in front of his other men" and
would shoot me on the spot.
"Shooting me is one thing, but what I fear most is that Woody will then do something disgusting to Mom...
" "Yes, Boss Woody." I had no choice but to obey Woody's orders without question.
However, before I could even respond, Mom had already knelt down, gently lifting my still limp
, erect penis with one hand. Then, with her eyes half-closed, she extended her bright red tongue and began licking my enormous member from the side,
so that Woody and the other bandits could see the process clearly.
Woody and the other robbers, meanwhile, watched with lewd grins and wide eyes as Mom
"massaged" my penis with her tongue, while their hands groped the female slave beside them.
"Damn! Look at that female slave of Big Dick Harry, she's such a vixen!" Woody
leered. "Seeing her licking Harry's big dick like that, my own dick got hard."
The other bandits also stared wide-eyed, drooling as they watched Mom service me with her tongue.
"Damn, I can't take it anymore!" Woody yelled, reaching out to press the two female slaves beside him against his already
erect penis. "See that woman's movements? Do what that woman does!
Otherwise, I'll fuck you both to death!"
When Woody ordered his two female slaves to perform oral sex on him, the other bandits followed suit.
My penis was already throbbing with excitement under my mother's skillful tongue. Then, my mother released my
penis, knelt down, and arched her back, revealing her enormous breasts, which were well past the D-cup size
.
I knew what my mother meant, so I reached out and put my arm around her waist, allowing her to arch her back until her head
touched the ground. Her two beautifully shaped breasts trembled and protruded upwards with her back arched body,
the two dark red, firm nipples swaying slightly at the top of her white breasts.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the nipple at the top of my mother's right breast; my tongue swept across
the side of the nipple, making it bounce back and forth like a spring.
"Ahhhhhh."
As my tongue swept across my mother's nipples, she let out a seductive,
comfortable sigh without restraint.
I continued to move my tongue across her nipples, sometimes flicking them, sometimes circling
them, as if my tongue and her nipples were dancing.
"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
As my tongue moved differently around her nipples, my mother let out moans of varying pitch and
intensity, but all equally alluring and seductive.
"Damn! Listen to that woman's slutty moans..." Woody's small, beady eyes widened
. "Big Dick Harry hasn't even used his big dick yet, and he's already getting this excited with the women?! Damn, I
want some too!"
Woody said, gesturing for one of the bustier female slaves to stop licking his penis and
sit up so he could lick her breasts like I was doing. The other bandits followed
suit, and in an instant, the tent was filled with the sounds of women's pleasurable moans.
"Fuck...fuck the fuck!" Woody growled, listening to the moans and gasps of the women.
"I'm so excited! I've never had so much fun with women...fuck!"
Just as Woody uttered the last word, a stream of white fluid shot intermittently from between his erect penis
, splashing onto his legs as he sat cross-legged.
Just then, Mom straightened up, her body arching back; then, she reached out and gently
cupped my large penis, opening her cherry-like mouth to swallow it; the thick penis forced Mom to
open her mouth to its maximum extent, the shaft filling her mouth completely, you could even see the glans
protruding as it brushed against the inside of her mouth.
"Oh, I remember... Big Dick Harry, you performed this move yesterday!" Woody panted, shoving his
large penis into the mouth of another female slave kneeling in front of him. "This move is pretty good too!"
Looking at Mom's flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, seemingly unconsciously swaying her
head back and forth, I suddenly wondered, how did Mom know these techniques recorded in Grandpa's book? Could it be... that
Dad taught Mom? Thinking of this, my penis softened a bit; but then, Mom gently 　　pricked
my penis with her fingernail . 　　(Don't overthink it, getting through this is the most important thing.) 　　I read that message in my mother's eyes, a mixture of reproach and disappointment. 　　Yes, if I couldn't satisfy Woody and get through this, I was afraid he would shoot me dead on the spot 　　; what would happen to my mother then? 　　"Heh...ho...!" Woody had already pounced on one of the female slaves, his lower body 　　thrusting incessantly between her legs. "Damn! It's...it's fucking exciting!" 　　But if we satisfied Woody's demands, would he become addicted and make my mother and me 　　perform fairy fights for him every day? That was very possible. Should I, to save my own life, 　　engage in incest with my mother every day? 　　Perhaps sensing my wandering thoughts, Mom frowned slightly and spat out my penis 　　. Then, she turned her back to me, raising her round, large buttocks high, her 　　shimmering valley nestled between her two peach-like lips directly facing my massive cock. 　　I knew what Mom meant, "If only she had known this earlier." If Mom hadn't wanted 　　to survive through incest, she would have refused on day one. Since she had already chosen to endure humiliation, all 　　further contemplation was pointless and would only undermine all her previous efforts to survive. 　　I understood, Mom, I wouldn't overthink it; since I'd made the decision, I would do my best. 　　With a thrust of my hips, my large penis plunged straight into Mom's honeyed depths; flesh and fluid pressed together with a "plop 　　" sound, the thick shaft expanding Mom's peach blossom valley to its limit, the tip of my penis even touching 　　a soft ring of flesh inside Mom's body. 　　"Ah—uh!" 　　Mom let out a rather loud, seductive moan, the sound 　　abruptly stopping as my huge cock reached its deepest point in her. Her hands went limp, and her face, just like yesterday, pressed against the dusty ground; but 　　she still desperately held her buttocks high, the soft flesh inside her vagina contracting rhythmically, waves of pleasurable sensations 　　rising up her spine from where we were joined. 　　Strange…why is it so lubricated? Yesterday, even with Mom's saliva as lubricant, my cock 　　encountered considerable resistance when trying to enter her; but just now…a gentle thrust slid 　　in, although her vagina was still taut from the pressure of my cock, but… 　　"Whoa! Good job, Harry!" Woody shouted. "Harry, give 　　that woman a good fucking!" 　　"Yes, boss!"

I didn't have time to think. I patted my mother's big buttocks, signaling her to use her hands to support herself and
assume a doggy-style position. Then, I pulled my large penis back slightly, and with all my might, thrust forward. My penis slammed
into the deepest part of my mother's body, feeling as if it had torn apart the ring of flesh 　　I had just hit. "Plop! 　　"
It was the sound of flesh and fluids squeezing together intensely. " 　　Ahhh! Harry! " 　　My mother cried out, shaking her head helplessly, her body 　　"crawling" forward a step because of the blow to her buttocks . "Your—haa ... "Holy crap! Why 　　does that sound so exciting?! Oh…!" 　　Seeing Woody and the other bandits pounding into the female slave, I knew my 　　performance with my mother had "satisfied" them; now it was just a matter of when they could play until they were exhausted so my mother and I 　　could escape this incestuous hell. 　　After a few forceful thrusts, the violent impact between our lower bodies made my mother crawl forward a few more steps. "Ah—ah! 　　Ha, Harry—! Haaah~~ Really—! Really—ahaah~~ I can't take it—oh!" 　　Just then, my mother's hands suddenly went limp, her upper body slumped, and her face hit the ground again; but her 　　vagina suddenly contracted rhythmically and powerfully, followed by a gush of fluid that soaked 　　the insides of my mother and me. 　　"Ha…ha…too…too exciting…." Woody was panting, his eyes half-rolled back. " 　　Look at Harry... fucking that woman... fucking her until she peed...!" 　　Although Mom was momentarily exhausted, I looked around and saw that the bandits were almost all 　　semi-paralyzed from the intense fucking; I was the only one in the tent still full of energy. 　　Damn it, if I had a gun, I could easily kill these bastards right now 　　!

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