The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author
hereby declares it a work of public domain, to be used in whole or in part, in
any and all medium, free of fees or royalties. Rook.
[authors note: This work was inspired by one of the protagonists wearing a
large panda bear head in the cartoon box set Afro Samurai. It was also inspired
by reading the word, ‘cicatrices’ in H Rider Haggard’s ‘Allan Quatermain’.
Thank you. Rook.]
teddy bare bitch!
Every since a group of men gathered under a large peaceful shade tree like a
bunch of puff adders sunning themselves in New York City and set the price for
buying eggs in bulk, the humane race had been going down hill at exponential
degrees. The New York Stock exchange and all it stood for did more for the
Cause Bella of war and the enslavement of humanity and the destruction of the
worlds finite natural resources and the death of the planet than all the other
horrors of mankind combined. The tree its self under which they gathered was
quickly cut down to make furniture that no one wanted or needed at the time, a
dim allegory of the centuries of horror to come.
But just as the power of religious dogma ground out in exhaustion rather than
in finalized achievement, of the whole nations sick and disgusted with mindless
pointless generations of endless religious wars, so too the base of total war
drive of greed of profit for merit as its own sake fell away in a world worn
down into heaps of garbage and seventy hour a work week poverty.
On April first, two thousand and twenty, a world wide celebration was held as
the last Wal-mart was closed. People danced on roof tops and women and men and
children wept tears of joy in the street, the last hold out of the universal
ban of the stock market and all forms of investor trading had ceased.
The great golden era known as the ‘The Great Freedom’, didn’t come at the sword
point nor through the use of the long isolated and abandoned world governments,
but rather it replaced the former world order which had fell upon its own neck
and broke it out of the sure drive of its mindless greed. And it was the
internet that had been the most readily apparent battle ground of the money
men’s fall from grace and wealth.
The internet gave people two vital things they had not had in over a century;
the power of voice and the power of change. Big business which had bought up
the world governments long ago and insisted in enslaving their workers so that
they had to hold multiple jobs to scrape by and black mailed them of their own
freedoms through insurance companies that subverted the rule of law into
profitable endeavourers, saw the internet as a new field upon which to prosper
and do business. But the whole drive of the Stock Market had been about
producing large quantities of a single item as cheaply as possible and then
selling it in bulk as rapidly as possible. It allowed the maker to charge less
to the retail seller so both could have greater profits. But such a system used
resources poorly as waste meant speed, and it created large amounts of items no
one really wanted nor needed, and it inevitably meant workers would steadily be
paid less in the on going equation. In fact it basically only allowed a small
percentile to make a ‘living’ wage and even smaller percentile to make obscene
amounts of wealth. The internet didn’t function very well in such a dynamic, it
was more tailored to producing product on demand and shipping it directly to
the buyers home. Once people got a taste of this it was all they wanted. Wall
Street and big business thought they could make huge profits using this new way
to make and sell items, they were wrong. Nothing they did worked and small
business made the money and remained small but increasingly powerful, as they
paid workers by the hours they worked, paying wages at the end of every work day
and figuring over time on a per work day ratio. All holidays were paid and
given off, they worked their workers three days on, two days off, repeat. There
was no busy work and no peeing in a cup and no dress codes and no management
standing around telling people how they could live their lives and who they
could date or worship or listen to or any of that. Big Business vanished in a
puff of smoke and mirrors and a web of small personable cottage industries took
its place.
Wall Street had made two vital mistakes, the first was that its own greed
killed it even as they worshiped it, and second they tried to bite the hand
that fed them, ‘the workers’. Things like 410K’s where the only solution the
wealthy had come up with for their inability to pay their workers enough to
live on, being to take even more of their workers money and give it to the
wealthy, had never been forgotten nor forgiven by the 80% making up the
impoverished middle class.
Upon the internet the people found their voice and their collective power. The
age of governments was over. In its place the people formed a new kind of
government, for the people, by the people, and they called it ‘democracy’. And
there was no place for Wall Street in such a world, nor Wal-mat, nor Sears, nor
Target, nor any company that re-named baseball parks after its self. Commercial
advertising was banned and so was paid endorsements, term limits were set on
all elected offices and an election was held every year to review the police
and lawyers and judges to see if they should serve jail time. It was an awkward
situation and unruly at times, but every one of the 80% had to agree it was a
hell of a lot better than it had been for the last hundred years or so.
Everyone that is except those who had once wielded power unfairly and
accumulated wealth unjustly, they now found themselves stripped of their ill
gotten once legal gains and found no place in the new modern world, and many of
them schemed for a reversal of power, a return to the old world order of master
and slave and they busied themselves in the shadows and waited. And when they
felt they had waited long enough those few isolated islands of once wealthy
people and their token governments launched an all out war against those damned
freedom loving democracies to destroy them once and for all and get their damn
slaves back! That war failed to return the necks to the collars and instead it
placed all of the remaining white collars into halters for one last step, but
it had come at a dreadful cost and it left every remaining humane in fear that
the exhaustion of blood letting that had spared so many of the former regime
had just paused the war and not ended it, no matter how complete their current
victory seemed!
Not all the large enormous department stores had vanished completely, true all
the ugly festering small town slaughtering and enslaving pole barn Wal-marts
and strip malls had closed amidst large cheers and fanfare, but some of the old
relics of a by gone institution remained for this or that odd reason. One of
these was the Henderson Department Store. It had been spared for a number of
reasons. First, while most stores that didn’t actually manufacture a product
were now little more than a small building next to the new great international
free transport above ground rail system depot public voting hives, consisting
of a few clerks and rows and rows of computer terminals for ordering
merchandise to be either picked up there within twenty four hours or sent
directly to your home within forty-eight hours. There were still large
warehouses in many cities which not only sent merchandise to the smaller
ordering buildings but had their own up front little row of computer terminals
and clerks for the off the street shoppers. As such Henderson was one of these,
a large warehouse full of freight going in and out to the smaller outlet order
kiosks, while maintaining a large display floor of merchandise. Second, and
really the most important, the Henderson store was located in a large ornate
carved old brick and brass work building that took up an entire city block and
was once on the nations list of historic buildings. The unmistakable rare
beauty and individuality of such a structure saved it and its occupant in face
of all the ‘barn burning’ parties being thrown all over the world as another
pole barn ‘super center’ was pulled down by happy throngs with ropes and
tractors.
The Henderson building remained because it was beautiful and people were proud
of it, the Henderson Department store contained within remained because it was
one of the few places that had not out right publicly treated its employees as
shit. But there were many who turned a distrustful eye upon the large five
story granite and marble stone building in the hart of their city. Everyone
lived in fear that all their hard earned freedoms might be stolen from them
again and they walked with a wary step amidst their loud laughter as they
passed by Henderson’s large grand ivy shrouded entrance, which its employees
referred to as the ‘tomb‘.
Kristi Brite was one of the few workers left in the Henderson Department store
after the three year turbulence of the people rising up against their overlords
and masters to form their own republics scattered all over the world and the
subsequent reprisal war that those governments launched to re-enslave those
people, who had worked there previously. She had been a cashier then, and now
she was a fright Warden. A freight Warden was in charge of the freight as it
came in and went out. In her case, that meant everyone came to her when they
were trying to find something. The Henderson building had always been a pack
rats warren of mazes of esoteric items shoved in teetering towering stacks
without rhyme or reason upon its multiple floors and thousands of rooms, but
after the United States Government decided to release the ‘great virus’ to
destroy the worlds internet and save their elitists hides from a war in which
they couldn’t win, every record of every and anything prior to that event had
been lost. The subsequent bombing of cities by the Pentagon and the poisoning
of entire states by the CIA in a rearguard action to convince people of a
fictional terrorist threat from abroad to validate their own parasitical
existence had back fired into a bloody global war and purge in which two thirds
of the humane race had perished in less than three months. Now all forms of
government were outlawed and everything was handled by bi-yearly elected and
randomly selected people. All policies were voted on and no one could earn more
than fifty thousand a year. All schooling and medical care was free and freedom
was the watch word on every street corner. The Christian and Catholic and
Muslim and Jewish religions had been abolished as they had been the only world
religions not to accept the law of no one religion being any truer or greater
than any other and the outlawing of conversion by the sword tactics. All
religions now shared the same community buildings on a rotational basses and
everyone lived in fear of the military return of the ‘Chisters’ as all those
banished religions were collectively known.
It was a time when there was great peace and everyone felt free and alive and
happy and yet they lived in constant fear of losing it all at any second and
everyone whispered about hidden cabals and secret societies of the old world
order gathering for one last attack.
Kristi didn’t know about such things, she voted every day at the local hive as
was required by law of every citizen and she lived in her city which was so
devoid of life as most cities were with so many gone at the hands of the
government armies who had massacred them by the millions at the bidding of
their government and big business masters, and for Kristi she chose to live in
the Henderson building its self.
This was rather odd but not unheard of, people often moved about from one
livable area to the next dodging the blast craters in cities of thousands that
had once been built to contain millions. Entire blocks often contained a few
dozen people, elected citizen militia patrolled the quiet streets as all the
cops had been butchered for their roles in protecting the wealthy and enslaving
the poor.
Kristi was finishing up work for the day. Her day that day was six hours worked
in the late evening. Everyone worked when ever they wanted by law and could not
be worked over thirty hours a week. Salary was outlawed, everyone was paid
hourly and no one who lived within a city zone forgot their mandatory four
hours of community service every week. Kristi had already done her stint of
C.S. that week and she was looking forward to some time up on the fourth floor
in her little privet niche she had made there in one of the abandoned offices
to catch up on some of her reading. Kristi loved murder mysteries and had a
stack of them she had just bought last week and was giddy to start in on them.
There was no money any more, instead the world ran on one global trade currency
of ‘time trade’. As a freight Warden, Kristi’s time trade wasn’t much better
than anyone else’s in the building, and much worse than the un-loaders and
loaders, but her job was easy and interesting. She loved wandering around the
old decaying fortress of a structure and finding strange new things every day.
All the worlds food was grown in giant greenhouses due to the various genetic
blights the CIA had released during the war against the people, and which still
often lay dormant in the soil or air waiting to devour any unwary outdoor
farmers crop. Kristi as her right as a citizen with a job got subsidiary time
trade and she often used those for a free meal once a day. Today was no
different and she swiped her hand over the scanner and made her purchase of a
bag of fresh fruit and bread on the first floor before heading to the
escalators. Security cameras had been outlawed and instead a few elected C.M
(citizen militia) wandered around the magazine and printed materials racks
patrolling. With so many deserted structures full of dead peoples things free
for the taking, crime was rather unheard of, but it unfathomably still persisted.
Though the penalty for shoplifting was as was most crimes nothing more than
hours of community service. People dangerous enough to require a jail were
usually just put to sleep and cremated.
Kristi walked past the C.M.s who gave her an appreciative look but being on the
job said nothing, she smiled back at them and gave her firm ass a little more
wiggle in her strut. Kristi loved flirting and with the humane race so ‘under
staffed’ as it were all reproductive sex was greatly encouraged by all. That
said few males could now produce viable sperm due to the various toxins
released during the war and most women turned to artificial insemination for
pregnancy, but just because they couldn’t make a baby didn’t mean they couldn’t
be a lot of fun at fucking! Kristi liked a good four man bang just like any
healthy young female citizen did, but tonight it was going to be Raymond
Chandler and a bottle of Scotch she had been hording for over a month.
The bank of escalators came on as she stepped on the first floor plate and
whisked her up to the second landing. It was a long walk through a maze of
glass cases, display tables, racks of unfathomable clothing, and shelves of
merchandise, some of it new, some of it scavenged, until Kristi finally made it
to the doors blocking off access from the general public and separating it for
the ‘employees only‘. It showed you just how old the Henderson store was, as no
new retail building would ever be constructed with the archaic notion that some
area was off limits to the general public! Property was either privately owned
by the individual and thus free of all taxation or public accessible to anyone,
and by law no one could sell anything from a privet structure. Just as by law a
public structure could never be closed at anytime day or night to the general
public, thus even though it was three am, Kristi passed dozens of shoppers who
shopped in small groups of two or three. What one seldom saw anymore were
families, the male inability to procreate had turned most cities into small
groups of same sex cliques wandering the streets and shops. Group sex was the
norm and usually it consisted of one female and several males as the males
outnumbered the female population three to one. But that would change as the
insemination procedure was producing mostly female babies, in another fifteen
years the women would outnumber the males five to one. There was a sort of
‘enjoy it while it lasts’ mentality amongst the young women of Kristi’s
generation, because this abundant feast of cocks wasn’t going to last!
Past the large double black swinging doors that divided the sales floor from
the back room warehouses Kristi turned and made an immediate bee line to the
small lift next to the large cumbersome freight lift. One of the loaders was
arguing politics with another unloaded and they nodded and waved at her, now
that everyone was technically the leader of the world, males wagged endlessly
about policy and finance. It made Kristi re-think her momentary nostalgia of
the inevitable slipping away of her own golden age in face of it changing in
the next decade, maybe fewer men and more women WASN’T such a bad idea?! Kristi
laughed to herself and entered the small personnel lift and punched the large
white plastic button with the number ‘4’ on it. The button lit up an orange
color and dinged as the elevator slide its doors shut and lurched to life.
The fourth floor, except for two large areas near the freight lifts was seldom
used by anyone except Kristi now that she had made a little home for herself
there. The floor had mostly been offices before the ‘wage war’, and it was now
dark and gloomy and littered with unwanted debris from all the other floors.
Some of the offices nearest the freight elevator had been haphazardly torn down
to make more room for bulk storage, but other than that the mostly unlighted
and now mostly un-electrified waste land of the fourth floor was a place no one
cared or thought about. In a city full of abandoned pent houses and entire
suburbs of empty stone fronted homes with back yard swimming pools and stone
barbeque pits, no one could fathom why Kristi chose to live in the dreary
little ruins of the fourth floor of Henderson’s.
Kristi however loved it. She made her way through the jungle of pallets of
boxes and piles of creates and twisting turns and dead end branches of dark and
silent hallways to empty offices until she reached her own little ‘apartment’
clear at the back of the floor with its small white frosted glass door with the
name of the previous occupant scrapped off and where one of the loaders had
stenciled in ‘Mr. Sanders’ in a joke that absolutely NOBODY got but made her
grin every time she approached her door and saw it. The plain door opened into
what had been a small office during its tenure, but now was Kristi’s own little
magic oasis. It had a nice small futon bed and real plants and an aquarium with
a gold fish named, ‘Sam’. And several oriental rugs and pillows and just scads
of books lying everywhere including her copy of an author autographed copy of
‘Winnie the Poo’, and out past the two side beside single double hung windows
was a fantastic view of Fifth Street and the Great Park with its heavy wood and
winding river beyond that cut like a little parade right through the hart of
the old park, and just there through the night fog rising up off the invisible
river one could just see the sky line of the dark tall buildings that framed
the other side of the Great Park. Kristi opened her window at once as she
always did as soon as she entered her ‘place’ and checked on her plants on her
fire escape just outside the windows. It was really ‘her’ fire escape, as it
stopped at her window not bothering to go up to the fifth floor and the three
other windows below her that it once serviced had long ago been bricked over
during re-models of decades past. The great iron fire escape stopped abruptly
several meters above the street bellow and its swing ladder couldn’t be reached
even by one of the old basket ball players of the past from the long extinct
era of ‘professional sports’.
Kristi sat for a moment in the sill of one of the windows and wished for a
moment that she had a cat, but most cats had died during the viral outbreaks
the CIA had released as had most of the wild life and pets on the planet were now
a rarity. To punish and destroy the splinter republics that had abandoned the
United States overwhelming corruption of government and its refusal to
re-establish equality by mandating a separation of state and church and a
separation of state and big business, it had released viruses to destroy cash
crops of plant and animal into those former states. And it had unleashed a
quickly multi-headed mutating plague that destroyed most life on the planet in
just under six weeks, before it burned its self out.
Kristi slipped into one of her piles of overstuffed pillows and reached for one
of her new books and took one last look at the night sky outside her window and
smiled. She reached for one of the many large stuffed animals she kept in her
room and placing her cheek against its large over stuffed head opened her book
and bottle and began to read.
The one draw back to her club house home above the ‘hundred acre woods’ was
that it didn’t contain its own bath room and as Kristi danced from one foot to
the other having held her pee for too many pages and too many shots of Scotch
she found her tipsy self shuffling in front of the elevator waiting for it to
arrive. Inside she punched the fifth floor and impatiently growled at her
floating back teeth and hummed trying to take her mind off her desperate need
to relieve herself!
The elevator took her to the fifth floor in a bump and opened its doors into
blackness. Kristi swayed out of the oak paneled box and grabbed one of the
dangling flash lights hanging next to the elevator shaft entrance. She keyed
the on/off button on the long black rubber cylinder flash light and whined when
nothing happened. Kristi carefully shuffled over to a table filled with junk
upon which several battery packs where winking in a string of chargers and
clicked out her dead flash light battery for a re-charged one and pressed on
the light. The flash lights bright white shaft cut through the inky darkness
with sharp surgical precision. Kristi twisted the head of the flash light to
widen its field of beam, which lessened the lights intensity of sharpness. The
broad beam washed over and revealed that the entire elevator doors on the fifth
floor opened into an enclosed wire mesh pen. The small compound of galvanized
poles and chain link fencing ran from floor to a height of just a few meters
above the elevator doors where it bent back in over its self and formed an
unbroken ceiling of the same pipe and fencing enclosing the entire opening into
a large confined seamless rectangle of steel mesh.
Now that she could see again, Kristi made her way to a small podium next to a
wire mesh gate. She slapped her hand upon the podiums single screen and it
hummed to life. A small tingling of her palm and the wire mesh gate audibly
clanked open as several small yellow warning lights set atop each corner of the
wire mesh pen burst brightly on and began to silently flash. Scattered through
out the dim recesses of the fifth floor a few white ceiling lights slowly
coughed and sputtered to life, but other than that, Kristi quickly slide open
the semi-opened gate and made her way rapidly to the nearest bath room in
silence.
The fifth floor was a dark rubble of all the items that Henderson Department
store bought from the Scavengers, and as such had to be kept separately from
any newly manufactured freight in a sort of quasi quarantine until the public
elected panel of the merchants guild could ascertain that none of the living
had any claim of paternal ownership to the items and that it posed no lingering
health threat via the multitude of bio-toxins unleashed during the war by the
CIA. Due to the unique nature of the fortress like structure of the imposing
Henderson building, it was also used to house all the collected illegal fire
arms the Scavengers found, until the elected committees could authorize their
destruction. Row after row of gun safes sat like grim sarcophagi standing at
morbid attention as Kristi wend her way through them to the bathrooms. Here she
flipped on the fluorescent lights and made her way to one of the plush toilets,
of what had once been the elite executive Manager bathrooms. She quickly and
happily relieved herself and then used the wheeled cart of cleaning supplies to
re-clean the toilet so it would be spotless for her next visit which she giggling
felt would no doubt be after a few more shots that night. This was no public
toilet of stalls and bowls and urinals, this was a large gilded bathroom more
on par with a hotel bath and it even had a shower over in the corner that
Kristi used every morning, with a towel and linen closet next to it. Kristi
wished she had brought the book she was reading with her as well as the half
empty Scotch bottle but she hadn’t and she reluctantly eyed the empty whirl
pool sauna in the corner of the room opposite of the shower and sighed. Kristi
pushed the cleaning supply cart, which looked glaringly out of place with its
bright yellow plastic body and wobbly blue wheels and assorted brushes and
billowing white trash bag in the opulence of the exclusive room, into the
middle of the floor and decided she was too drunk to note of any supplies she
needed to bring up with her for her tomorrow shower.
Once finished Kristi flipped off the bright bathroom lights off and fumbled
with her flash light in the eerie darkness and wet hard echo of the bathroom
until she bumbled it back to life and set back out on her reeling way back to
the elevator and her fourth floor room. As she passed the rows of future
headstones that the gun safes were and had always been, Kristi suppressed a
cold shudder at flashes of the carnage such weapons had wrought upon humanity
in the past few years. She didn’t like the thousands of fire arms the safes
held being kept their in the Henderson Department store and she equally didn’t
like that they were being kept their because the building had the appearance of
a fortress but that she knew that it was little more than an appearance, an
illusion, of strength for the building its self like most of the structures
around it suffered from a decay of a lack of labor pool and skilled workers to
maintain its up keep. With a world full of emptiness again and riches for the
easy picking at will, the younger generation was becoming increasingly nomadic
and moving out beyond the cities into the wilds between. It would be an easy
enough thing for anyone to break into the fifth floor of Henderson’s and hand
pick a lethal arsenal, but considering the vast array of weapons just lying
around in empty homes and in rubbles of destroyed factories and military
basses, she couldn’t for the life of her think why anyone would go to such a
burden of trouble? Kristi also didn’t like being close enough to the murky
center of the elected bodies of officials who were suppose to by law quickly
orchestrate the destruction of each weapon the Scavengers found and which they
reimbursed Henderson for paying them for bringing in. The committees paid
Henderson back its vouchers but seldom collected up the arms for destruction.
With so many weapons out there, the committees found it hard to destroy any of
its own stashes of armories in face of another sudden attack by similar fire
arm weapons. It was an ugliness that Kristi did not like, that just as before,
laws were being enforced upon some but not all, and that instead of open frank
discussion to amend the laws if needed already a small group was deciding it
knew better than others and would rather entrust to lies than statesmanship. It
disgusted Kristi and she quickly left the fifth floor and its dark secrets as
rapidly as possible.
Back in her small room on the fourth floor Kristi once again found herself
pausing in her reading and with eyes now stubbornly slow to focus she forced in
the stopper into the sloshing third of a bottle of Scotch remaining. She had a
good buzz going now and giggled at everything and felt very silly and had most
definitely passed the point of enjoying a good book. But she was still not
tired and the night seemed young and maybe she was feeling a bit horny after
all! Kristi thought of those two citizen militia she had seen earlier and
smiled. She staggered to her small unsteady feet and made her way out of her
small room and into the maze of the fourth floor with its piles of stores and
freight and in a few strides had managed to get herself confusingly lost! It had
been quiet some time since she had found herself lost in the ever shifting
halls of crates and totes and boxes of the Henderson building but here she was
confusingly perplexed by the central elevator shafts not being where she was
certain she had left them! She shuffled along her face puckered with a
frustration that made her laugh at herself and had just thrown her hands on her
hips at another dead end when she saw it.
There along a backing of a stout wall of card board boxes shrunk wrapped on
pallets, were row after row of wheeled chrome bar racks which each held a
bulging assortment of plastic wrapped garment bags. And there on the end of one
of the racks was a large teddy bear head and its sibling costume. Kristi made
for it with a smirk of glee. She had not seen the Henderson Thanksgiving Day
parade costumes in years! With clumsy but egger hands she tore the plastic
shrouds off the teddy bear costume and held it up before her in the dim light.
She gathered it up and after giving some of the other costumes a once over she
returned without any difficulty to her room with her new treasure in tow.
The teddy bear outfit was rather baggy on her slight frame and it was
uncomfortably hot in it but she loved the large oversized round bear head and
laughed over and over again at her reflection in her rooms mirror. It was after
one such jumping around dance of mirth that lead to a trip and fall that Kristi
rolled herself up onto her window sill panting and sighing in drunken joy that
she removed her large teddy bare mask head and with her hair plastered in sweat
to her forehead found herself looking out past her street into the cool night
woods of her hundred acre wood. She smiled, there was a lovely fountain there
with a large splash pool and it would be delicious for her to take a little
skinny dip in it as she had done on several other warm summer nights. With a
nod of mirthful determination Kristi began the perplexing cumbersome process of
fitting herself in the bear suit and its large head in her arms out of her
small window and out onto the fire escape. It would have made infinitely more
sense to head back to the elevators and ride down to the ground floor and go
out the tomb entrance, but with her mind a wash in ninety proof fifteen year
aged imported alcohol, line of sight of objective far out weighed squishy
abstract reasoning. With a few tugs and a slight tare of one of the large puffy
ears, Kristi managed to wiggle out of her window and onto the fire escape and
begin her descent down to the woozy street below. Directly below her fire
escape the street had degenerated into something more akin to an ally way
complete with the useless clutter of abandoned cars in a world were gasoline
burning fuel machines had been outlawed from use, one could find automobiles
with combustion engines pushed into masses of every non-major street, often to
such an extent that the streets were impassable and the cars were turned on
their sides to allow more autos to be shoved in next to them, but even with
crews working twenty four hours a day, the elected committee of transportation
moaned it would take generations to get all of the dangerous and smelly hulks
out of the cities and into the recycling centers.
Some how the agile Kristi managed to lower the fire ladder which banged on one
of the front ends of a large automobile that had been pushed up by its
surrounding mates into an almost vertical position and slide down the hood of
the dead beast without killing herself. Upon the giddy footing of the pod of
humped cars, Kristi twisted her large oversized teddy bare head on and teetered
with arms splayed out in a tight rope walk across the rumpled hoods and
shattered quilts of glass toward the main street and the Great Park immediately
beyond it.
There was one clique of ten young girls walking along the main street but they
took no notice of Kristi in her teddy bear outfit as she weaved past them and
into the park entrance, one could see a mish mash of all kinds of styles of
clothing or the lack there of on the streets anymore. With 80% of the humane
race now below the age of twenty five, often garish experiments of personal
identity were the mainstay of social accepted attire.
In the park Kristi welcomed the fewer and more mellow lighted lamp posts and
the cooling night breeze that playfully nuzzled the upper reaches of the trees,
though in her rather muggy suit she could not feel its desired soothing touch.
It took her several minutes to reach the fountain she had in mind. It was more
remote than many of the others as its lone path of approach had been ruined by
a bomb crater during the war and had not been repaired in any way. One had to
make use of a foot path that ducked and wove through the tightly melded lower
boughs and under brush of the wood that once walled the brick path now a maw of
mud and sharp broken stone and roots. Doing so in a bear suit proved most
difficult but with a weird mix of curses and giggles and tugs and trips, Kristi
managed to make her way through the detour and up to the fountain and its
little splash pool.
Kristi paused at the pool with its central jutting stone spraying monument of
water nymphs staring at all the beautiful blue and pale white splays of color
and swaths of shadow and then with a giggle quickly shed her head piece and
fumbled her way out of the over sized gloves of paws and zippered her way out
of the stifling body suit. With a splash she was thrilling at the silvery drops
so cold and invigorating on her sweating naked body.
Kristi splashed about in the pool and danced under the showering fountain until
in giddy exhaustion she lowered herself into the clear crystal waters of the
pool its self and half floated half pulled herself around swirling her young
tight body like an otter as the buzz of the alcohol and the refreshing sensations
of the cool water made her both sleepy and horny at the same time. With a broad
smile, Kristi maneuvered herself to the central pillar of the carved marble
like a slow swimming crocodile and rolling herself about shot her legs up out
of the water and placed both the bottoms of her feet upon the carved relief of
naked young women. With her hands in the water under her, Kristi pulled and
pushed and wiggled herself until her pussy was directly below the strong
waterfall of a nymph tipping a sea shell. With rapid dexterity born of past
experience, Kristi raised and lowered her crotch until she found the special
location were the fall of the glistening water thundered strongly upon her
clitoris and the heavy under tow of the small opening pipe under the water surged
in suction to rush spent water back up through the powerful pump and out the
statues offices again. With the cascade of water massaging Kristi’s clit in
geysers of pulsing power and the lower opening sucking relentlessly at her
tender soft labia lips, it wasn’t long before Kristi found her self gasping
with head lolling at the moon in orgasm after orgasm.
With the multiple of orgasms having the usual effect upon Kristi of both
refreshing her and making her increasingly horny, Kristi found herself shaking
off her sleepy lethargy and walking back over to her clothing and the costume
she had worn over them. In a fit of still tipsy mirth and post climax sensual
daze, Kristi put on the large funny teddy bear head she so loved and fished the
rest of her clothing into a pile into the center of the costume and tied it up
into a neat ball to carry with her. She would stroll about in the pale moon
glow naked for a while except for her large bare mask and enjoy the gentle
night zephyrs pleasingly drying the beads of glittering water drops from her
lithe body.
It proved much easier for Kristi to make her way back through the twisting path
that had been trampled by the few citizens over the years who wished to see the
remote fountain, carrying the bulky body suit of the costume, than it had been
for her wearing it on her initial approach. Though the large head still caught
on the lower limbs and seeing through the large black mesh of the nose was a
bit cumbersome, still she managed her return to the main flag stone path much
easier than her journey to the fountain. Back on the main path, Kristi now
sauntered in her naked stroll along the moon spill of dancing leaves and rustle
of tall unkempt grasses as the slightly rough gritty flag stones tickled her
bare feet. She found the brief sated dullness of her sexual appetite now
beginning to sharpen again as she knew it would. Kristi was one of those girls
who once she had experienced an orgasm found herself increasingly desperate to
have another and another and another, until some invisible line was passed or
reservoir was filled upon which she would gratefully subsume to blessed sleep
and awake wonderfully fresh. She had teased the beast within her awake and now
she would not be able to rest until she had sated it completely, and she
giggled at that, wondering who would be the lucky studs tonight that would give
her the hours and hours of cock she would need?
With her still buzzing head smirking under her oversized head mask, Kristi
moved through the dark wood in search of some one to help her fill her honey
pot and was stunned at the sight which greeted her at a sudden turn of the
meandering park path. There in the dim ring of an orange park lamp post were
two citizen militia being hopelessly pounded by several dark robed figures. It
was a shocking and unsettling sight as no one attacked the C.M.’s who wandered
around the city doing their rounds unarmed except for electric staffs and wrist
cuffs for restraining the odd miscreant. Most people gave in willingly to the
C.M.’s knowing the light sentences for most infractions, it was unheard of for
anyone to actually attack a C.M.! And yet here was four or five such figures
engaged in a most unfair fight with two elected citizen militia! Kristi dropped
her bundle of clothes and clenched her fists and recognizing one of the C.M.’s
as one of the dishy young men who had smiled at her earlier that night back in
Henderson’s Department store, she ran up to the discarded electric staff of one
of the citizen militia weakly sputtering on the dewy grass and scooped it up
into her hands.
The first holocaust hooded figure didn’t even see her coming he went down in a
shower of sparks howling and gnashing his nicotine stained teeth. The second
however, caught a full glimpse of the attacking fiend. It was a creature with
an enormous cartoon-ish bear head, oddly welded upon the body of an athletic
young woman, who possessed a slim petite hour glass build of a figure upon
which her large pert ample bosom swayed with each resounding crash of her staff
upon the fallen brother and her full round hips swiveled languidly with each
darting launch of her powerful unshod legs! She was a demonic sight of hellish
furry mixed with angelic body! And the second brother paused in beguiled
rapture at the surreal sight, until a foot to the shrouded jaw line sent him
reeling backwards his eyes still swimming with the sweet vision of the thick
hairy snatch glistening at him that her kick had so enticingly revealed.
From his prone position the second man howled out instructions and warnings to
the other two strangely cloaked figures who were busy kicking heavy booted feet
upon the unconscious C.M’s and they wheeled to face their naked surprise
attacker. But with the advantage of surprise and her powerful agile body
unencumbered by restricting robes as they were, it was only a mater of a few
sparing strokes before the darkly clad men found themselves whelping in shocks
of sparks and thuds of staff tumbling across the weedy sward.
Grabbing up their fallen, the four men disappeared taking advantage of a moment
when a wide swing of her shock staff missed a tripping opponent and connected
with a lamp post which sent her staggering backwards in a concussive blast of
ozone sweltering arcs of sparks and flat upon her proud drunken ass onto the
wet grass. As Kristi shook white showers of retina dancing lights out of her
blinking eyes and struggled to right the large oversized teddy bear head
listing upon her shoulders so she could re-align her view port out of its nose,
the four men vanished into the rising night fog of the near by river. It took
her a moment to struggle back to her feet and even longer to gather up her
dazed drunken senses, but once she had Kristi felt an elation of power she had
never known before, a rewarding surge of endorphin rush almost as heady as sex,
and she liked it! At her feet one of the C.M.’s moaned and looking down at him,
Kristi sighed, there would be no cock from these two battered and bruised men
for a while! And she looked back out into the swirls of gray mist where the
four men had disappeared and she scowled after them, she would make those
bastards pay for that! So help her, she would!
In the basement parking garage ruins of Club Tower, Donald Club paced
anxiously. He didn’t like waiting on others, he just like others doing his work
for him. Now he found himself back in the city where he had been sentenced to
death and supposedly killed trying to escape, in the very ruins of what had
once been his show piece of personal glory now the gutted pile of rubble above
him and waiting for four men to bring him an item he had long needed, but time
was not on his side and he was impatient for them to arrive. The four hooded
figures appeared soundless padding out of the shadows before him and he stopped
to glare at them, “Did you get it?”
“Yes, The Donald,” Donald Club liked being called, ‘The Donald’, and he smiled
as he ran his hand over his trade mark thin part of hair that was natural and
looked worse than any dime store toupee ever could. A fifth cloaked figure
emerged from the shadows carrying a small plastic tote in his arms.
“Good.” The Donald gleamed and motioned for them to lead the way into a near by
dimly lit room where the steel fire door was propped open by a chunk of
concrete and iron rod rubble.
“There were complications, The Donald. We were not unseen. There was an
altercation with some Citizen Militia.” The first hooded figure fell in beside
The Donald and spoke this to him.
“Those imbeciles! I’m surprised you even bother to mention them!” The Donald
growled out his impatience.
“True they are of little note, but there was another. A warrior of apparent
skill, in a mask much like the basket hood traditions of the samurai of old.
She wore no other clothing.”
“She?! A mere woman? Why do you bother me with this?” The Donald fumed and
pushed his way on past the figure and plucked the tote from the waiting
holocaust robed man and handed it, after a stare of joy at it in his up raised
hands, to the hospital gowned doctor who now stood by him.
“I dare to mention her in that she fit’s the description of the dream diaries
of our founding brother and as such may indeed be the dire threat he predicted
for our faction. The dreaded Teddy Bare Bitch! One of the more confusing
frustrating harrowing dream quotes and yet for all our years of symbolic
interpretations how readily it comes upon us as just a simple statement of
observational fact.” The hooded figured paused waiting for The Donald’s
acknowledgement that he had heard him.
The Donald watched the doctor disappear through another steel door and quickly
turned to a wall niche in which a shadowy stair case ascended and called over
his back at the rapidly following robed figures. “You have grown too timid of
late. Remember that only the strong are fit enough to survive.” The Donald
hated the sewer stench of these off shoots of the Scavengers, but he trusted
their loyalty to his ability to supply them with a promise of power in his soon
to be re-emerging empire, and the trade of all of the lone stash of tobacco
products in the entire east coast of which he alone had control and to which he
kept them intensely addicted Still a Scavenger religious order unnerved him,
but the mutants of the lower world would only obey them and The Donald needed
that muscle is he was going to successfully complete his plan of conquest of
this first city and the building of a new power base for dealing with the
remaining ones each in turn! Behind him the figure meekly mumbled in consent
and fell silent as the shadows in which they dwelled.
The short flight of stairs quickly emptied into a hastily prepared scaffold of
a room in which a small crowd of men watched through the glass partition of one
wall the lone doctor enter a room below and proceed to hand the tote he carried
to one of several of other medical clad men huddled around a body prone on a
gurney amidst them. The Donald greeted each man waiting there, and shook hands
with the Pope who eyed the hooded figures behind him with ready disgust,
“Heretics! You bring these into our fold?” The Pope wrinkled his nose and
glared at the five shades which haunted the edges of the small observation
platform.
“The Brothers of the Order of Scavengers have proved their worth to be here in
providing with their uncanny mutant senses, what all your prayers of your
fallen order could not, your excellency.” The Donald made a wave of a gesture
over the hooded figures and then turned his back on them and ignored them.
“We are ready to begin.” The voice warbled through a static riddled intercom
and The Donald nodded at the disembodied voice of the doctor bellow who set
about in response to the commanding nod to set his master plan into motion.
The next morning found Kristi fighting the mother of all hangovers and
struggling to sit up despite the bed spins upon her futon. With cotton mouth
smacks of her dried lips Kristi found her self naked with a large teddy bear
mask head upon her lap. She frowned at its large smiling face and raised one
hand to her throbbing head, brushing her raven black bangs back of her thick
lush luxuriant shoulder length hair, and using her other hand to push the bear
mask off of her. The removal of the mask revealed a large stout citizen militia
staff firmly wedge into her twitching wet pussy and Kristi blinked at it and
then laughed, it would take her several hours to recollect the last nights
proceedings, but the thick ribbed rubber shaft would keep her happily
entertained as she did so! Kristi gripped the long shaft with her bare feet and
began to slide the electric pulsing staff in and out of her aching oily shaft,
as she did and the throbbing in her temples were replaced by a more powerful
throbbing in her loins, Kristi reached for the teddy bear mask and slipped it
on over her moaning smiling drooling head.
“Well?” The Donald snapped at the weary throng of doctors before him.
“It is done, The Donald. And ready for your inspection.”
The Donald pushed his way past the doctors and made his way into the operating
room now thick with the stench of blood and whirling with the sounds of medical
machines. There standing in the center of the room was an enormous ten foot
tall male of broad shoulders and immense limbs ripped in raw muscles of
imposing girth and size. Even under the makeshift hospital gown tacked onto its
huge statue The Donald could see every giant sculpted part of the creature
towering before him standing there impassively blinking under its heavy brow.
“I hope your choice in a brain for this monstrosity of raw power was a wise
one, The Donald.” The Pope mused quickly from behind The Donald’s left shoulder
blade.
“What better selection than the one man who almost single handily pushed this
nation and then the world to the telling brink of the extinction of the false
lies of equality and equal rights and laid bare the simple truth of the divine
impeachable right of sovereign rule of the few choice over the worthless many?
What better a mind than the one so impenetrable to outside influence as to
drive all the powers of a nation into a single self destructive force with no
other agenda than personal gain? Is he not the most perfect weapon and puppet
ruler for our general purposes? Is he not the symbol of the past to draw out
all the others of our like minded compatriots scattered across the globe and
bring them boldly out into the shadow of our wing? He is both the defeated
glory of the past and the new weld of our new future emergence, as a weapon of
pure strength and a symbol of our cause, he will lead our armies out of the
sewers and back into the towers of power! And yet in his simplicity of vision,
is he not the ONLY one who would unknowingly be malleable to our will even as
he thinks us clay to his designs? No, he is the perfect choice! Wake him!”
“I hope you are right, for we have expended all our resources in this last
venture and if it fails we shall surly not survive for another such last
desperate gamble.” The Pope crossed himself lazily and popped a chocolate
bon-bon into his mouth.
The doctors hurried to revive the creation before them and with a snap of
burning ozone and the injection of a syringe, dim lights of awareness, if not
intelligence, seeped into the creatures leaden eyes. “Good morning, Mr.
President.” The Donald made a sweeping bow before the blinking figure and the
small mob behind him, like a tardy shadow upon a stained wall, mirrored him in
the act of bowing a half a hart beat behind. “How are you feeling Mr. Shrub?”
“Where am I?” The first President of the United States of America to be found
guilty of treason against his own people and hanged from the neck until dead
whispered.
“You are in the humble lodgings of my Club Tower. I hope your stay will be a
pleasant one. I have taken the liberty of bringing you back to life, through
the powers of foreign technologies and occult medicines and the dark arts long
practiced in great secrecies by the Catholic secret orders as well as our new
friends of the Scavengers who managed to locate your unmarked grave and remove
your head for us to make use of your brain.”
“Who’s that?’ The hulking brute pointed at the Pope still in his obsequious
bow, cutting off The Donald who found the interruption most intolerable. The
monster saw his raised arm of massive muscle before him and his eyes widened at
it. He began to look himself over with searching eyes and hands.
“Err, that is his excellency the Pope. I have brought you back from the dead so
you may wreak your vengeance upon those who tried to destroy you and all you
stood for.”
“Holy crap!” The former president had lifted up the front of his hospital gown
and was staring at the thirty inch penis dangling between his barrow like
thighs. “This is incredible!”
“Ah, yes, sir, but as I was saying -”
“He looks like Uncle Fester from the Addams Family. I’ll call him Fester!”
The Donald puzzled at the interrupting beast and glanced over his shoulder at
the frowning Pope now dubbed ‘Fester’. “Uh, yes, now about the up coming
battle.”
“I’ll call you ‘Gabby’ because you talk to much.”
“My name is The Donald, and this man is-”
“Listen Gabby now let me get this straight. I’m in charge and your not? So
don’t speak until your spoken to, got it, Gabby?” There was a long pause. “Uh,
so now what’s on the days agenda? And where’s the guy who I tell what I want
for dinner?”
“Well,” The Donald cautiously began. “Our first matter of business is to secure
our base of operations by a combined assault upon the few public buildings of
structural and strategic worth to us and the capture of the few public figures
that hold even the vaguest semblance of power and thus draw out all armed
resistance of the militias and crush as many as we have to-”
“We’ll need guns. Lots and lots of guns.” The president nodded at his own
brilliance.
“Actually our opponents are essential unarmed and we will be using the genetic
muscle bound mutants from the underground for most of our shock troops. What
few others there will be of course are already well armed with the latest of
fire power and-”
“Lots of guns, we’ll need them. I want all my boys to be well armed. Nothing
but the best!”
“You wish to arm the ‘Dwellers’, my lord?” One of the holocaust robed men asked
as he swayed before the flesh titian.
“Yep. Arm ‘em all!” The President was staring at his surroundings in a
distracted manner.
“We will need to secure such an enormous amount of arms first, my lord. Is this
thy will?” The robed figures swayed on invisible currents.
“Yep! Get those guns and then hit those bastards hard! I’ll be at lunch.” The
great hulk of muscle started to leave the room dispersing the throng as it scampered
out of his crushing path.
“I don’t think that is a good idea, Mr-”
“Your not paid to do the thinking around here Gabby, I am!” The President half
knelt to shift his mountain of muscle through the door way.
“As you will great lord.” A hooded figure bowed and all of the holocaust robed
figures scampered out of the room and vanished down a near by man hole covered
sewer drain after easily tossing the iron lid aside.
“Will you not lead our Host, Mr. President? After all your body was made for
just such a purpose being nigh indestructible!” The Pope squealed.
“Nope. That’s underling work. I’m a big picture guy. I see the big picture, and
then I delegate. That’s me. So get it done, Fester, and where is my lunch guy?”
The Pope shot a nervous glance after the departing President and the small mob
of confused men who followed him, and another lingering look after the vanished
Scavenger Brethren, and then a stern angry look at The Donald who alone now
remained in the room with the papal father. “This is your doing!”
The Donald finally managed to close his gapping mouth and snapped at the Pope,
“It’s all going to plan, Fester. Now pull yourself together and help me get our
own men ready. It seems the Scavengers are planning to oust us in one move and
take over in a hostile take over. Well, they haven’t a clue as to who they are
dealing with if they think they can out maneuver me! A horde of muscle bound
genetic canon fodder freaks under our gun fire control is one thing, but the
same horde armed to the teeth with automatic weapons is unacceptable. We need
to stop these bastards, but by using their own force against them. They can
still do our grunt work for us. I have a plan, for just this sort of event. I
haven’t survived the great purge by being caught out unprepared. You’ll find I
have everything still well under control. Now do as I say and gather up your
outlawed followers. If you ever want your free lands and tax free hordes of
wealth again, do as I say and be quick about it!” The Pope gave one more distrusting
glance over his shoulders at the uncovered man hole looking all the world like
the pit of the abyss behind him and then he hurried to catch up to The Donald
who was a burst of expectant energies channeled into the direction opposite of
where the President and his staff had vanished.
Kristi Brite was angry. Here it was her last day off before she would have to
go back to another grueling three day work week and she hadn’t found one decent
fuck worthy cock all day! She had returned from her wanderings about the city,
hitting all the hot spots, and the only willing guy she had found that wasn’t
busy, had had an insulting tiny little ten inch pecker! She had been furious!
What was she some little pre-teeny right out of the nursery boarding schools wandering
the streets babbling excitedly with her clique looking for her first non-strap
on meat cock! Fuck no! She was a woman! She would be nineteen in just four more
months! It had been a bad day and she was frustrated at her lone sojourn around
the city had produced nothing of worth! Her own clique of friends had been busy
working as well, it happened sometimes that days off got shifted by this or
that event and last weeks inventory of the third floor had temporarily thrown
off her schedule this week. Still Kristi howled at the depressingly boring
uneventful day, especially in her desire to tell her friends of her exciting
night adventure, and she mopped back to her room on the fourth floor with a few
groceries and the linger twinge of soreness in her greedy snatch from the staff
leaning in the corner next to the large teddy bear head.
Kristi pouted at the teddy bear mask, looking up over her book’s edge at it. It
was dark outside again, another summer night had descended upon the city and
Kristi found her self eyeing the large mask, the black polished staff, and the
open window through which she could hear the rustle of the Great Park trees as
if they were almost calling to her, as she caught herself once again absently
fingering her un-sated snatch. Finally with an exasperated sigh that ended in a
big smile and a giggle, Kristi found herself wiggling out of her simple t-shirt
and jeans, and standing there naked in the dim glow of the lamp by her futon,
quickly reached for the teddy bear mask and put it squarely on her head. She
started to squirm out of her window, only to pause and reach back in after the
electrified staff and pull it and her outside onto the fire escape landing
beyond. Technically it was against the law to posses a citizen militia staff of
office unless you had been elected to the position, but Kristi merely thrilled
at the thought of her disobedience and began to descend to the quiet dark
street bellow. What thrilling adventures would she have tonight, to add to her
untold escapades for her next days off with her clique! How she bubbled at that
and how her hungry twat began to stew in anticipation of some exciting
nocturnal adventure just waiting out there for the TEDDY BARE BITCH!!!!!