. Marshall entered first with two men in full radiation
suites following close behind him. The doors to the small
bank had long been lost, crumbling pieces of rotted wood were
all that marked the archway. They stepped quietly towards the
long service counter, the two men in suites clutching their
fully automatic rifles nervously. Marshall's revolvers were
still in his holsters. He pushed his long black duster open
and pinned the sides in his belt behind his guns. The trio
carefully surveyed the room. Thick layers of dust covered the
granite tops of the counter. It floated down through streaks
of light, from the iron bars that connected the service
counter to the ceiling. Faint scraping sounds came from the a
hallway far inside the cage like main room they walked
through. Marshall gave hand signals instructing the two men
to move in close and the three of them ducked down into a
dusty corner. They spoke in whispers.
MARSHALL
You rookies need to hold your fire
until absolutely necessary. Bullets
are a rare commodity until the
metal works up and running in this
country.
ROOKIE 1
Yes, sir. You sure you don't want
to throw on a suit before we go in?
MARSHALL
Kid, I've seen more people killed
by those suites than saved.
Besides, if one of those things
gets close enough to bleed
radiation on you, slowly getting
sick will be the last of your
worries. Now check your equipment.
Marshall was forty seven years old, a tall lean man, who
rarely smiled. The two men with him checked the clips in
their rifles and clicked off the safeties. He looked at them
respectfully as pulled one of his large revolvers from it's
holster and clicked the hammer back. Marshall took off his
black, ten gallon hat and peered slightly over the counter.
The scratching noises had stopped. A hallway inside the cage
led to the bowels of the building. It branched off into
several rooms, but at it's far end, he could see the faint
glimmer of steal, marking the door to the vault. It was wide
open. He dropped and looked at his deputies.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
Fan out and look for a way to get
inside the cage. If we can sneak
past whatever is back there into
the vault, we'll lock ourselves in
and have support blow us an escape
door from the outside.
The men nodded in understanding. Each of them went in
opposite directions, skulking to the ends of the service
counter. Rookie number two gave a "no go" gesture as he
looked for a hole in the cage. At the north end, Rookie
number one gave the same. *Well Shit*, Marshall thought to
himself and sighed as he put his hat back on his head. He
gave a gesture to Rookie number one indicating that he wanted
him to break a hole open. Number one did. As quietly as he
could, he hit the bottom of the counter with butt of his gun.
The rotted wood gave no resistance at all, but it popped and
creaked as it crumbled. All three of them froze. They held
their breath listening for any sounds. Nothing. Marshall gave
a "keep going" signal and Rookie one pulled away at the
boards. With surprisingly small amounts of noise, he managed
to open a hole where the counter met the wall. He gave
Marshall a thumbs up, and as the law man raised a hand to
give the "move out" signal, an iron bar fell from the ceiling
just above the hole the rookie had carved out. It hit the
floor with a clang and the scraping sounds from inside the
bank returned. They were louder, faster, accompanied by thuds
as they clearly moved towards the main room. The three of
them crouched as low as they could and held their breath
again. Inside the banks dilapidating cage, a monster emerged
from the hall. It was clearly at some point a dog. Mutated by
radiation, it was twice the sized of any man, but it's ribs
poked at its skin. The starved creature put it's nose into
the air and drooled. It grunted as it hurried back and forth
from one side of the cage to the other, thuds sounding off as
it clumsily bumped the walls. It picked up a sent, the
scratching of it's long nails against the floor terrified the
rookies. It made sniffing sounds as it winded it's way
towards number one. He watched it's giant nose poke through
the hole he had carved out for his team to enter.
His suit picked up the radiation bleed from the creature and
the built in Geiger counter started clicking loudly. The
mutant dog growled and began tearing at the wood. Rookie
number two couldn't move. He watched helplessly as Rookie
number one grabbed at his suit in panic. Marshall crept
slowly towards the action, gun steady in his hand. He grabbed
the rookie by his shoulder.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
You're fine, kid. Just relax.
He stood up and the giant mutant dig jumped against the cage.
The bars shook and the wood snapped as the monster growled
and tore away at the failing structure. Marshall slid the
barrel of his gun between two of the iron rods and waited for
the beast to snap at it before pulling the trigger. Pieces of
flesh and skull splattered against the wall behind the dog's
head as it dropped to the ground. Marshall put his gun back
in its holster and walked over to the opening in the cage. He
kicked out panels of wood until they could no longer support
the iron rods on top. With a crash and a flurry of dust, he
had opened up a section large enough to casually stroll
through. As he did, he looked back at the two rookies.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
Shake it off, gents. We've got a
vault full of lost gold to deliver
to the new capital.
The two men hastily stripped out of their radiation suits and
shakily followed him, clutching their rifles in their
underwear.
. The celebration back at the brothel was a lively one.
Three men sat at the bar drinking with a large group of
beautiful, half naked women buzzing about them. Sitting at a
card table was Rookie number one. He had found clothes since
they returned from their adventure, but his pants where down
around his ankles. Ellie, a young, busty, native-american
woman with long black hair and soft, smooth skin was on her
knees in front of him. She pushed his knees apart and pinned
his penis between her large breast. Next to her on the floor
was Sabrina. She was a pale freckled blonde, no where near as
busty as Ellie. But she had big full lips that looked as soft
as cotton candy. She wrapped them around the rookies penis
and sucked him while Ellie titfucked his shaft. Marshall took
in a big eye full of this before he noticed his other deputy
sitting alone at a far table. He walked towards it, but was
stopped half way as Anna stepped in front of him.
Anna was a thick woman with wide hips. She wore a tight dress
that showed her curves and had her dark hair pulled back
tight. She looked up at him with big blue eyes.
ANNA
The stage coach is packed with
enough supplies for the trip to
texas. A couple of the men from
town agreed to ride with you and
provide protection. God, I miss
cars.
Marshall looked at the young man sipping from a glass in the
corner table alone.
MARSHALL
How many bars of gold did you
stash?
ANNA
Twenty. Were running out of room
down there. Are you sure no one in
the capital is getting suspicious
of you skimming? If they pieced
together enough records from before
the war to know to send you to that
bank, they have to know how much
gold was there.
MARSHALL
Doesn't matter. Those two deputies
will back any story I spin. And the
demolitions crew we took for
support is on my payroll. Those
idiots in the new capital can suck
my cock.
ANNA
If they did, why would you need me?
Still... it doesn't track... the
senator ordering you to make the
delivery in person. Be careful.
She gave him a long passionate kiss and as he walked over to
his solemn deputy, she joined the group of women entertaining
the men at the bar. Marshall sat down at the table With
Rookie number two. He was in his early twenties, dark skinned
with short, tight curly hair.
MARSHALL
What's the matter, kid? You still
shaken up about that puppy we had
to put down.
ROOKIE 2
Not at all.
He looked off at the room full of people having fun and took
another sip from his glass.
ROOKIE 2 (CONT'D)
I have to say though... you were as
cool as cucumber soup in there.
What's the secret to being so
fearless.
Marshall took a long breath like a pitcher winding up for
champion slugger.
MARSHALL
It's simple. I know that one day,
I'm going to die...
He leaned back in his chair.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
Not only am I going to die... but
it's going to be a slow, painful,
torturous death, where I will be
returned ten fold every bit of harm
and suffering I've ever caused
another human being.
The rookie looked at him in shock.
ROOKIE 2
How in the hell does that not scare
the piss out of you?
MARSHALL
Because before that day comes, I'm
gonna make damned sure, I deserve
it when it gets here.
The rookie had no idea what to say, but for some reason
reflecting on the words made him smile. Marshall watched his
face and couldn't help noticing a subtle something in the
young man's eyes.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
What are you drinking, kid. A day
like we've had deserves something
stiff.
ROOKIE 2
Scotch. And you're right, it's not
working. What do you think is stiff
enough to get me through the night?
MARSHALL
Nothing you're gonna find at the
bar.
The two men looked at the bar. The other men were drunk and
loud, making stupid displays in an attempt to win the
attention of the women fluttering around them. The rookie
looked at The Marshall's stern, confident face and Marshall
saw the way he was being looked at.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
What do you say we take this
conversation up stairs.
Out of the corner of her eye, Anna caught site of the two men
just before they finished climbing the stairs and disappeared
into a bedroom.
. The young man sat on the bed as Marshall closed the
door.
ROOKIE 2
I... um...
He was clearly nervous. It probably had something to do with
the fact that he still had yet to see the older man crack a
smile. He took off his coat and hat and placed them neatly in
a chair.
MARSHALL
Relax. This isn't a romance novel,
and no one's falling in love
tonight. We are just two men having
a little fun.
The rookie smiled as Marshall sat on the bed next to him. He
waited five seconds, while his nervous young deputy made shy
attempts to start the encounter, before pushing him on his
back and pinning his arms to the bed. He kissed the young man
aggressively and the rookie didn't resist. He let his arms
relax under the strong grip and enjoyed the feeling of their
tongues tickling each other. Marshall let go of his arms and
moved down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his
skin after each button was opened. When he got to his pants,
he took his time teasing the area around the man's penis as
he slid them down his legs. He gave the rookie the best blow
job he had ever had. The young man moaned a prayer as he came
in Marshall's mouth. He swallowed his deputy's cum, sucking
hard until every drop was out, and the man's penis went limp.
He looked up at the young rookie as he licked the head of his
soft cock.
ROOKIE 2
That was amazing.
MARSHALL
What do you mean, was? We're just
getting started.
He stood up at the foot of the bed and dropped his pants to
the floor. His penis was seven inches of hard flesh who's
girth made the rookie wonder if it hadn't been exposed to the
same radiation as the beast he watched the man slay earlier.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
Now, roll over.
The rookie obeyed, sticking his but in the air and closing
his eyes. Marshall licked his muscular ass until it dripped,
then slowly shoved his thick cock into the young man's
spreading hole. It wasn't long before everyone downstairs
could here the young man's exclamations of pleasure and pain
as the Marshall spent the next hour giving him the stiff one
he promised.
END.
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