Guns and Dust Ch. 11

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Guns and Dust</p>

- chapter eleven-</p>
Adina's heart felt like it struck rocky bottom as she listened to the Quarry council argue. Not so many minutes ago, she'd been filled with heady excitement. People had been cheering, crowding around the bearcat as she pulled in through the gates, celebrating her bringing Nat home safely. Now that excitement was gone, replaced by frustration, anger -- and fear.
Omar, the thick-shouldered head of the Quarry's security leaned on the table in the center of the council house and shook his head. "The risk is too high. I say no."
"You can't be serious!" Adina snapped.
Omar swiveled his head to her. His intense expression made his blue eyes stand out against his scruffy black hair and bushy beard. "This isn't your decision. You..."
"You need people here!" Adina interrupted, jabbing a finger out at him. "You said it yourself." Adina still wore her filthy clothes from the trek out into the wastes to find Nat, spattered with the remains of the battle with the slavers. She threw her arm out toward the empty desert beyond the camps makeshift walls. "And they have nowhere else to go!" A stone felt like it had formed in Adina's chest. Images of what might have to happen if she and Asher had to leave the survivors to fend for themselves in the desert flashed through her mind. She could feel the weight of her rifle in her hands like a premonition. She pushed the awful images aside.
Omar turned to her, pulling himself up to his full height, half a foot taller than her. "There are two hundred and eighty-four of us here. With fifty-two people, they could overthrow us." His words weren't harsh, or weary, or anything. They were just cold - a statement of facts. And they made Adina's heart grind against the sharpness inside her.
"They're mostly women, girls and boys like Nat! There are only a dozen men among them!" Adina's mind was instantly filled with the striking image of Lew-Lew parading among the ruined camp and dead bodies like he was on stage. "The slavers weren't interested in men!" She stared defiantly back into his gruff, blue-eyed gaze. "You do the math!" The words struck her with comforting familiarity. It was Asher's figure of speech. And as she looked across the faces of the rest of the council, he filled her mind; so far away, alone, protecting the survivors.
In addition to Omar and Priav, Priav's husband Rafi sat silently on her left, his blind eyes staring into the center of the space, looking regal, serene, and wise, as always. He hadn't said anything. He just listened, his gnarled hands resting calmly on his walking stick. The other three people oversaw various elements of the camps operation. A rail thin woman sat back with her arms crossed, her hair pulled back tightly, making her already gaunt, burnt tan face look even more severe. Her hair was mostly hidden under a brightly colored, block-printed scarf that did nothing to ease her appearance. She oversaw the farming effort, or something to do with the water.
"And how are we supposed to feed them? Almost another fifth our number? We're only just keeping a surplus as it is."
Priav held up a hand to quiet everyone and shifted the not quite red, not quite orange shawl around her shoulders, then stood up. The headwoman's face was the rich red brown of baked clay in the angled light of the large central meeting structure. Priav's neutral expression was framed by her gray mane of thick, ropey, dreadlocks. Priav stepped close and put a hand on Adina's arm.
"Omar is right, Adina. We need to decide this. "They are not our people..."
"But..."
"We don't know them," Priav continued as if Adina hadn't interrupted her. Priav stuck her chin out at her and squeezed her arm. "You... don't know them." The words hung in the air for a moment. "You shared an experience which has made you close, but you don't know them."
"We didn't know you when we saved you either!" Adina glared at her. Her heart was suddenly hammering in her ears. Behind Priav, Adina could see the unsettled shift in the rest of the council at her words.
But Priav didn't react to what pendik escort she'd said, or her glare. Priav's tone and expression were conciliatory. "You've done something wonderful for us, Adina." Priav nodded over her shoulder to the rest of the council. "We have to talk about what you've told us." Priav patted her arm. "Go and rest, get clean."
"But if..."
Priav raised her hand. "We will celebrate you bringing Nat back to us tonight. But for now, let us talk."
Adina still wanted to fight, but the way Priav held her eyes... the kindness and quiet power there stole the fire from her. Adina nodded and dropped her head. She was suddenly so tired. And her clothes itched. She just felt filthy.
Adina felt Priav's wrinkled finger under her chin and lifted her head. Priav's eyes were filled with heartfelt intensity. "Thank you for bringing Nat home to us, Adina." Priav tilted her head a few degrees. "Few would be so brave for people they don't know." And as Priav held her gaze, Adina had to blink back tears. She turned and left. She didn't want to see the rest of the council to see her cry.
The sun was hot across Adina's shoulders and neck where her black ponytail didn't cover as she kicked off her boots and dropped down into the shallow bathing area of the quarry. Behind her breastbone, the stone that had formed after the council's cold response hung like a weight around her heart. But it was softened by Priav's gentle, powerful gratitude. Adina wasn't sure what she was feeling - anger, frustration, fear, betrayal? It was all just a confusing mess inside her.
And further down in her belly, a knot of anxiety pulled. Every eye in camp had been on her since she arrived. And without Asher there, all the attention was overwhelming. After the initial rush of the congratulations for bringing Nat home, Priav had told everyone to give her space. They mostly did. But eyes followed her everywhere -- men's eyes. She could feel their interest like the heat of the sun on her skin. She squinted against the glare of the white stone walls as she squatted down in the water. A slick of dirt, sweat, and things she didn't want to think about expanded out from her. She watched the patterns it made in the water. Adina hadn't thought about how filthy she was until now. Or what all the filth meant. Not until the moment standing there with Priav. There were too many other thoughts, too many feelings. A little girl waved to her, a few yards from the edge of the water, grinning shyly. Adina's heart squeezed thinking about the girls among the survivors. What they'd been through in the slave camp... and what she and Asher might have to do if they couldn't bring them to the Quarry. She half walked; half paddled in the chest deep water to retrieve the soap from the rocks next to her boots. She gave the little girl a smile and waved back. Men watched her. Most were discrete about their interest. But a tall, red-haired man that had shown his interest when she and Asher first arrived, stood in the sun, just watching. His boldness was a statement.
It was intimidating... and amidst all her other confusion, it was exciting. She could feel their arousal everywhere. No man could measure up to Asher in her feelings for him, how unbelievably handsome he was, or the things he made her feel when they made love. But fantasies about those men watching her flooded in. She ached for Asher, but he wasn't here.
Adina ran soap over her clothes and gave herself and her clothes an initial wash at the same time. She took off her shirt and washed it thoroughly, keeping in shoulder deep water so that her hard nipples weren't on display through her undershirt. Then she stripped off her undershirt, feeling eyes searching to see more of her. She scrubbed the light fabric between her hands, feeling it flow around them under the water, watching more dirt float away. Her nipples felt like they were being pinched in her anxiety and arousal. She waded to the edge and tossed her shirts up onto the rocks, careful to keep herself down in the water. She made sure her towel was there so she could cover up when she was done. She took off her pants and underwear, washed them and threw them up on the rocks too. Naked in the water, her heart pounded as she washed herself. Everything was wildly sensitive when she washed between her legs. She could almost feel the erect penises around her, see the images in the men's minds of her underneath them, or being behind her, thrusting into her. She dunked down and scrubbed her hair, scratching her scalp with her fingernails. She stayed down, letting her hair flow out around her and closed her eyes, trying to drive the images and imagined feeling of hands on her away. But they just crowded in, more detailed, more explicit. She waded to where the ramp dropped off into deeper water, took a breath, then plunged down. It was forty or so feet to the bottom of the next ramp. escort pendik She kicked downward, the water pressing on her naked body, growing colder as she descended. She cleared her ears and kept kicking, willing the cold water and the pressure to dowse the fire in her. She reached the bottom and let out a stream of bubbles, watching them skitter and dash side to side on the way to the surface. Then she just let herself hover in the cool, blue dimness. She was alone, no eyes on her, the cold seeping in. But the ache only intensified. The blue reminded her of Asher's eyes, the pressure on her like his body weight. It was so quiet. Just her heartbeat and the sounds her body made in response to the pressure. Her lungs started to burn, the need to breathe nagging at the peace of just floating there. She kicked lightly off the bottom and let her buoyancy draw her upward trying to relax. When she broke the surface, all her senses felt like they'd been set on fire. The way her heart pounded had little to do with the cold water. She paddled to the white stone edge and pulled her towel around her as she lifted herself up out of the water. She couldn't help but glance around. And as she saw men watching her, more fantasies crashed in.
At least she could blame her bright blush on the cold water. She could feel eyes on her bare legs, shoulders, and neck as she stepped into her boots, gathered her things, and clutched them to her chest. She nodded to people who smiled at her, replied in single words to hellos as she made her way back to the bearcat, suppressing the urge to run. At the bearcat, she climbed inside, slammed the hatch, and dropped her things, falling onto the mattress. She put a hand on her mound. The touch made her curl up around her hand. She pressed. "Ohhh... Asher... where are you when I need you?" She pulled off her towel. Being naked in the safety of the bearcat eased some of the tension, but the feeling of all those men's eyes on her, their fantasies, burned in her. She looked for something to satisfy herself. The big rifle leaned up against the back of the driver's seat. She threw it onto the mattress and opened the bipod so it sat at an angle, stable. The smooth top of the shoulder stock called to her. She straddled it and lightly ran her sensitive labia over the smooth, hard surface. Adina hissed and squeezed her eyes shut as her ass clenched with excitement. She reached down and parted her lips, carefully touching her swollen clit to the hard surface. She was so sensitive she yelped and bit her lip at the first touch. She worked her hips carefully, lightly drawing her clit up and down, arousing her more and more. She grabbed the shelf above her to steady herself. One of the storage ties hung down, brushing her arms. She pushed herself down on the stock harder with a groan and wound the tie around her wrists. She kept winding until her wrists were pulled tightly together, trapped above her head. She pushed her breasts out and rolled her hips to brush her clit. Her hard nipples stood out erect. Adina groaned at the wild combination of feelings. Then she pushed down hard.
"Oh... fuck..."
Her belly spasmed and she grimaced at the pressure. Her hips pumped forward in response. Pain and arousal... so much... She heard another moan escape from someplace deep inside her. She didn't open her eyes. The fantasy of men from the village looking in through the windows watching her, her wrists tied over her head, fully exposed as she ground herself on the big gun was an image too exciting to break by opening her eyes. The rifle stock turned slippery with her wetness, and the smooth glide of it along her clit and lips was ecstatic. She didn't want it to end too soon. She rode the slippery stock letting herself come close to releasing, then backed away again and again until she was sweating and trembling with arousal. She wound her wrists tighter in the tie, forcing her to extend further, stretching her whole body to reach the fieriest spot. The eyes of the fantasy men watching her roved over her desperate, writhing body as she strained to pleasure herself. Then she was panting, her heart pounding, the sweat rolling down her naked skin as her hips and ass pushed and pulled instinctively. Her whole body suddenly stiffened, and she grabbed the ties, biting her arm to silence her ecstatic cry. Her hips crashed forward hard, and her tummy clenched as she drove her sensitive clit against the stock, her orgasm breaking through her. Spasm after spasm drove her against the stock, every sensation so overwhelming, her wet hair streaming over her back, breasts and nipples, the stretch of her core to stay on the spot, the itch of the blankets against her bare inner thighs.
Everything was fuzzy when her orgasm finally eased. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, and her whole body felt slack, even as she panted trying to catch her breath. The pain and arousal of being against pendik escort bayan the stock was too much. She grimaced, her muscles firing in uncoordinated protest as she tried to roll off. But her hands were caught in the ties, so she couldn't grab the shelf to steady herself. Easing up to move her sensitive button away from the stock, she shifted one unsteady leg. But her foot slipped, and she fell forward again, onto the stock. The blinding pain and stimulation were too much for her to even cry out. She slid down the length of the stock on her hypersensitive clit and everything went white. Every muscle in Adina's body clenched, and she came again, crying out loudly. The world spun. Adina's tied hands grasped and clawed for the shelves to try get her bodyweight off the gun. She bucked and struggled, biting her lip so she wouldn't scream. But she was helpless, her legs trembling and thrashing in uncontrolled spasms, as wave after wave of orgasms tore through her. They were merciless, painful, and so ecstatic in her total lack of control.
How long it lasted Adina had no idea, but when she finally sagged in the ties, her arms fully extended above her, she was utterly spent. She just hung there, her hips and tummy twitching. Her hands felt like balloons ready to pop. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, moving carefully to protect her burning clit. She lifted a leg and slid sideways off the rifle. It took several tries to free her numb hands from the twisted knots she'd created in the ties. Then she collapsed on the mattress, sweating, next to the rifle. Her limbs and body felt like they were made of lead. "Asher... I need you."
Adina woke up to banging on the side of the bearcat. She started up to sitting, and her belly immediately told her it was a bad idea. She cringed and sat forward to ease the tension on her overused muscles.
"Adina!" someone yelled from outside.
"I'm here!" she groaned. Her eyes were drawn to the big rifle. A shiny smear across the top of the stock shone in the sunlight that peeked around the curtains drawn over the windows. She grabbed her towel and scrubbed at it, her face suddenly feeling like it had caught fire.
Did I really...? Then a grin pulled the corner of her mouth. That was amazing...
"What's wrong?" she finally called back. She pulled on a dry pair of panties and an undershirt.
"Priav and Omar want you to come to the front gate, right now!"
Adina stopped with one leg in a fresh pair of pants. "What?"
"There's a storm coming. They want you at the front gate!"
At the word storm and the tone of his voice, she was wriggling into her pants as fast as she could. "What kind of storm?" Storms in the open wastes could scour entire regions down to bare rock. She's seen the aftermath of a bad one when she was a girl. What had been dirt and scruffy green desert had been rendered into a lifeless rocky expanse for miles along the storm's path.
"A bad one!"
Adina yanked the door of the bearcat open pulling on her shirt and stuffing her feet into her boots. She didn't need to know anything more than what her senses told her as soon as she was outside. The sky had a weird greenish tinge, and she could smell the change in the air. Asher had said the smell of storms was ozone in the atmosphere from static electricity.
If this kind of storm hit the survivors camp out in the open... she didn't want to think about that. She yanked the laces on her second boot. Or it could permanently answer any question about the Quarry's survival. She threw her gun belt over her shoulder, slammed the door of the bearcat and followed him at a run. His name was Kerry, he was one of the men who worked on engineering around the camp. As Adina approached the gate, her run slowed. What looked like a massive black wall stretched from horizon to horizon. It looked like it was walking on legs of lightning, marching across the wastes toward them. All the tales the storiers told of the Lightning Men rolled up in the back of her mind.
Oh shit.
She finished buckling on her pistol belt and made for the crowd at the front gate.
"Get everything down that you can!" Omar was shouting. "Get everyone into rocks near the water and the wall. It's going to be safest!"
"But stay away from the water!" Priav hollered, standing right in the center of the churning crowd.
"What kind of storm is it?" Adina asked as soon as she was next to Priav.
"We don't know. This is the first big one we've had since we've been here. We were hoping that maybe we didn't get them." Adina could see the disappointment and concern in Priav's eyes.
Adina looked out into the oncoming monster. Big storms tore up the ground. And depending on where they'd been, they could pull radioactive particles or toxins up into them. The resulting toxic or radioactive rain could render areas barren for years if not lifetimes. Toxins or radioactivity falling into the quarry could spell as certain a death for the community as it being scoured away by the savage winds.
Priav took her by the arm. "Adina, I would like to put the youngest children into your vehicle. We have no storm shelters yet." She nodded in the direction Adina had come from. "Your truck is the safest place I can think of."