[Ben]
After taking the fever pills, Cynthia's condition significantly improved, though it couldn't be said about her appearance. She looked at me with gratitude, which could only mean one thing – Emma hadn't told her about our arrangement.
The rest of the day, the girl wandered around like a lost soul and disappeared after dinner. However, I was 100% sure she would return. As I waited for her to come, I went to the shed, scooped up some water from the tub, and properly cleaned myself.
I didn't have to wait long. Returning from the waterfront, Emma's first question was about Cynthia's well-being.
"She's doing fine. Get to business," I said, unzipping my pants.
"You're despicable," Emma muttered softly, looking at me as if I dropped an asteroid on Earth, and then she squatted down.
Did she seem to shiver? Wanting to check my suspicion, I reached out to touch Emma's forehead, but she immediately pushed my hand away.
"Don't you dare touch me, you old bastard!" she gritted her teeth.
Am I that old? Well, maybe I am. With this mane and beard, I do look like Gandalf. And my head occasionally itches so much it's maddening! I'll have to ask the redhead to give me a haircut, but maybe later, when I'm sure she won't stab the scissors into my throat.
"Don't get distracted," I said with a smile, patting my crotch.
The girl grimaced, slipped her little hand into the unzipped fly, and brought out my member. Wincing, Emma started to stroke it slowly and hesitantly, as if afraid to get burned. When I asked her to be more decisive, the redhead moved her face closer to my member, closed her eyes, and took the tip into her mouth. Instead of using her tongue to explore and taste my friend, Emma pressed her tongue against her lower jaw, trying not to touch it with her member. She moved her head slowly, like a lifeless puppet, and didn't even attempt to go further than the tip. I had never received such a lackluster blowjob before!
"That's enough! Stop!" I exclaimed irritably, taking a step back and pulling my member out of Emma's mouth.
"Is something wrong?" she asked with genuine surprise.
"Everything is wrong! Even if I knock your teeth out and stick my member back in your mouth, it would do a much better job than you! Have you ever given a blowjob?"
"Believe it or not, no, you old bastard!" she retorted angrily.
I stared at her in astonishment. I never even considered such a possibility.
"What are you staring at? Have you sucked someone off yourself?" Emma got heated.
Thankfully, I never had to do that for anyone, but I did have the opportunity. It happened an hour after I got off the prison bus and received my robe. A two-meter-tall Latino named Enrique, whom everyone called "Little Enrique", took an interest in me.
During lunch, he sat down at my table and openly announced that, with the silent consent of the prison guards, he would make me his "senorita" that night. Later, I found out that Little Enrique, serving a life sentence, had managed to have seven newcomers in prison. I would have become the eighth if Enrique's tablemate hadn't stabbed him ten times between the legs with a sharpened spoon during dinner.
"Calm down. Since it's the case, I'll help as much as I can. Try again. Start by using your tongue a bit," I advised.
Closing her eyes again, Emma touched the tip of my member with her tongue.
"Not just the tip. Try the entire shaft," I guided her again.
Finally, things started moving, although Emma was far from being as skilled as Cynthia. After I teased her with my tongue and made sure she was moist enough, the girl, once again, only after my guidance, took my dick in her mouth and began to suck. This time, she progressed much further, almost reaching the middle of the shaft.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and started moving my member back and forth. I did it slowly because I was afraid she might feel sick due to her inexperience. I refrained from pushing my member all the way into her open mouth for the same reason. By that time, my friend was firm enough and ready for more. However, I decided to try Emma's pussy another time, so I pulled back slightly.
"Finish it with your hand, and you'll be free for today," I gave her the final instruction.
Emma managed this task much better without any further advice. Taking my member in her hand, the girl began to stroke it rapidly, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. When my friend throbbed, Emma quickly released it from her grip and recoiled. A long, white stream gushed onto the ground. When it subsided, I approached the tub, scooped some water, and started cleaning my member.
"Tomorrow, we have something to do, so get some rest," I advised Emma, but when I turned around, she was no longer in the barn.
The redhead was absent until late at night. An anxious Cynthia asked me to go in search of her absent-minded daughter, but I flatly refused. If the girl had some issues, she had to deal with them on her own. With these thoughts, I went to sleep peacefully.
Rising early in the morning and having a quick meal, I started preparing for the trip. Filling my backpack and slinging the SVD (Sniper Rifle Dragunov) rifle over my shoulder, I descended to the first floor.
Both Emma and Cynthia were still asleep. The girl looked so peaceful in her sleep that it felt awkward to wake her. Crouching down, I was about to touch her shoulder, but Emma immediately opened her eyes.
"Get up, redhead. We're going on a picnic," I announced.
"What? What picnic?" Emma said in a drowsy voice and yawned.
"You'll find out when we get there. Now get up."
"Forget it. I'm not going anywhere with you."
"You'll do as I say, or your mommy won't get her medicine," I reminded her.
The mention of Cynthia's illness had an immediate effect on Emma. She cast a worried glance at her sleeping mother and slowly got up.
"That's the way to go," I said, handing her the backpack.
I gave her three minutes to have breakfast. After hurriedly chewing the stale crackers and washing them down with cold tea, Emma asked when we would be back.
"I'm not sure, but probably by lunchtime," I replied without hesitation.
"But what about Mom? We can't leave her alone!" the redhead objected.
"We can and we will. The medicine and the weapons are on the second floor. Nothing will happen to her."
"What good is a weapon without bullets?"
So, she had managed to snoop around everywhere already. However, there was nothing surprising about that. I was about 90 percent sure such a question would follow, so I had brought a silver revolver with me. Taking the weapon from my belt and showing Emma the full chamber, I placed the pistol next to the sleeping Cynthia.
"That's it, let's go," I announced, and headed towards the exit.
Emma slung the backpack over her back and followed me. Together, we had to cover 8 kilometers, and that was just one way. Ideally, we should have set out earlier as the day promised to be hot.
By the time we had moved quite a distance away from my den, the sun was shining brightly. As we walked on the sandy dunes, I kept glancing back at Emma trailing behind me. At first, she managed to keep up without falling behind, but then she began to tire. I felt much better since I had made such trips many times before. Taking my flask of water from my belt, I took a few sips and handed it to my companion. Emma struggled to catch the flask and quickly unscrewed the cap.
"Conserve it. It's for the whole way," I warned Emma.
"And how much more do we have to walk?" the girl asked in a hoarse voice.
"About the same distance."
Emma nodded briefly, took a few sips from the flask, and splashed some water on her head. By the time we reached the top of a high dune and arrived at our destination, Emma could barely stay on her feet.
"Give me the backpack," I ordered and extended my hand to Emma.
She handed me the backpack and sank down to squat. Taking a piece of fabric from the backpack, I moistened it with water and gave it to Emma along with the backpack. Using the backpack as a makeshift cushion, the girl covered her head with the wet fabric in place of a scarf.
"For what did we come here?" she asked wearily.
"You'll find out soon," I replied and went to survey the lowland.
Noticing several tents, I took the SVD off my shoulder and began to inspect the camp through the rifle scope. In total, I counted 11 people, all of them armed. I learned about the existence of a gang that had set up camp in the Wasteland from my friend Jeff when I was negotiating with him about Cynthia's medicine.
According to him, the gang was heading straight to Cloaca, and their intentions were far from noble. However, these lunatics didn't attack the city without first doing reconnaissance, so they set up camp in the desert. Since Jeff was by no means the least significant person in Cloaca, he entrusted me with the honor of carrying out sabotage against the bandits and, under cover of the chaos, taking something valuable from their camp.
One marauder against 11 armed brutes. It's nice when someone trusts you to this extent.
"Hey, redhead! Come here quickly!" I ordered, setting the rifle aside.
Emma reluctantly got up from the backpack and walked towards me, gathering a full load of sand in her boots while ascending the dune. When she reached my side and saw the tents, she quickly squatted down.
"I'm going down now and will check out this tent city. You'll cover me," I said, handing my companion the SVD.
Emma's eyes bulged with surprise. "Is this some kind of joke?" she asked incredulously, not hurrying to take the rifle.
"If it makes you feel better, laugh!" I retorted.
"But I've never shot anyone!"
"So what? Until yesterday evening, you had never given a blowjob either. Everything has a first time."
Her confusion was quickly replaced by anger in her eyes.
"Thanks for the reminder, you old bastard! Aren't you afraid I'll put a bullet in your disgusting hairy head?" she snapped.
"You won't. You're interested in me coming back in one piece, as otherwise..." I hinted.
"I get it!" she gritted her teeth and snatched the rifle from me.