RAGE - Payback

Static flickered across the giant TV screen. A shapely shape arose from the broadcasting fog of black and white pixels, outlining womanly curves and defining from a blob into distinct features. A helmet with goggles... plump precious lips... a slight hang of hair sweeping over one of two smooth, thin eyebrows. Color filled the close-up facial palette, a mix of brown, rusted grey, hazel eyes and red lipstick, a crimson scarf wrapped around the woman's neck.



Her voice fizzled into the speakers, as she raised a bizarre wire-twined three-pronged boomerang into view.



"We all know how important it is to stay on top of your Wingstick game, but what about your dickstick?"



At the prompt, the camera pulled back to reveal the woman's full figure. Nude, a rainbow of condoms sagged from a dental floss necklace, their chalky white contents spilling out their rims as the Mardi Gras style jewelry settled against her tiny tits. Beneath that dust-sprinkled pair, across her taut tummy, Gothic black letters curved above her navel. The garish tattoo bore only one word: SLUT. Short, simple, blunt, it announced her status first and foremost as the resident cum dumpster of the Wastelands at first sight. Her fingerless gloved hand clutched her cocked hip, strapped as it was by a leather belt bearing another ring of her misdeeds, latched by a new buckle emblazoned with a giant cock.



Slick cum oozed down her thighs, building a tiny puddle between her bare feet as she spoke into the camera with a straight poker face. "For a little practice, come see me, Loose Loosum, in the Hagar Settlement. My legs are always open for business."



Her Wingstick whizzed past the camera with a swift toss, spinning around past the harlot of the Hagar Settlement to lodge itself in one of the distant targets she so often used to train newbies in the only other thing she had to offer other than a cheap, sleazy ride. A sexy sashay took her rolling hips, and the camera panned to follow, as she journeyed down her familiar platform and fell to her knees in front of a heavily armored Authority troop. The man's manhood stood at full mast, and she grasped the veiny girth in her delicate digits, playfully squeezing with hands once better equipped to grip her weapon of choice than a meaty dick.



With one last cold, hot bitch look to the camera, Loosum added, "Join the Authority and I'll suck you off for free. Nothing gets my pussy wetter than a man in uniform. All sales final, and hurry... with rates like these, I'll have a sloppy, disease-ridden cunt by the end of the month."



Her tongue snaked from her pretty lips, licking the undershaft to catch its salty precum. A light flick to his tip jerked the man's knees to a brief bend before he caught himself, before he knocked on Loosum's helmet.



"Get to it slut, I don't have all day and my dick ain't going to fuck itself," he barked.



"Mmm... you got it."



If the man's demands sounded urgent and taxing... they weren't. Upon the faintest rub of her lips against the bulb, the Authority soldier's member flexed and spurted its seed thick and creamy all over Loosum's dirty face, a perfect harlot's mascara to match the rest of her sleazy display.



Loosum pulled back, wiping the pad of her finger across the tiny traces left on his manhood, and peered up at him. "Thanks sir, I needed a fresh coat of whore paint."



The last image to beam across the Wasteland on Mutant Bash TV for view was the cheap, lowly Loose Loosum's face, steaming hot spunk oozing down its feminine curves as she licked the smut clean off her finger.