Hands of the Survivor
My whole body tingles from head to toe, leaving me utterly languid. It's like that time as a kid when I sat in the bath too long and collapsed after getting out. Anyway, it's not a bad sensation at all. Just as I'm about to let my mind drift far away again into the sleepy haze I haven't felt in ages...
"Hey, this isn't really fucked up, is it?"
"You think I haven't procured drugs for a day or two? Even if you chug all that shit, you just pass out for the whole day, that's it."
"Still, isn't he sleeping too long?"
"Even a well-trained woman blacks out for half a day from that stuff, and this guy's a man who downed a whole bottle. Weird if he's waking up now."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Fuck. Thinking about it, now's not the time to sleep. Not for sure, but if this keeps up, forget meeting a new master—my ass might be in real danger. Super urgent situation.
I wriggle my fingers. Sadly, the hand that still won't obey properly seems tightly bound with rope or something.
One thing I can tell: we're not moving anywhere. My body's heavy like wet cotton, but my senses aren't completely dead, so I can judge that easily.
Conclusion: no escaping on my own, no matter what. Plus, my street-smart gut starts growling that it's hungry.
So I boldly open my eyes.
"See? I told you. No big deal."
"Lucky. Fuck, I've never seen a guy down a whole bottle at once. Usually, they just sip and drop."
First thing I see is Dalia, the culprit who turned my world upside down. Next to her is an adventurer with slightly smaller tits and bulging eyes. We're inside what looks like a hastily pitched tent, too.
"Definitely Sahara stock. So calm even in this situation."
To be precise, it's not calm—my face is still numb from the paralysis.
The bulging-eyed woman approaches me, tied to the tent pole, squats right in front of me, and stares holes into my face.
"Yeah, not like those scrawny kingdom pussies. Totally different league."
"Not just that—these frontier guys usually can't even talk right, but this one's literate and sharp as hell."
"Smart or not, it doesn't jack up the price much, you bitch. Just keep that toned body and face intact during transport."
The bulging-eyed girl pokes my chest, giggles to herself, and stands up. At the same time, my stomach starts bitching.
"Oops, can't have you getting hungry. Gotta keep that body primed till the auction."
Good, looks like they'll feed me on time.
"Hey!! Bring some drink and meat!!"
The bulging-eyed girl yells outside the tent, and soon two thief-looking women in full bandit getup come in with a plate piled high with meat, a small oak barrel, and a wooden cup.
"Tell the girls not to slack off. Hand this guy over at auction, and we can loaf for a whole year."
"You got it, boss."
"No worries!!"
Bandit Girls 1 and 2 glance at my body, swallow hard, and head back out.
"Alright, can't have our precious merchandise spoiling. Guess I'll handle the care myself?"
"Hey, no jumping him just 'cause you're horny. Seriously."
"You think I'd touch my paycheck? Sell this stud, and I can bury myself in male whores for a wild ride. I'm not crazy."
"Fair. I'm off to jerk one out and crash."
"Don't stink up the tent—washing's a pain. Handle your mess."
Dalia flips off the bulging-eyed girl with thumb between middle and index, then struts out.
"Heh heh, alright, merchandise. Stomach's rumbling loud—open wide?"
The bulging-eyed girl picks up a greasy hunk of meat and shoves it at my mouth.
"Hey, hey. I heard that gut growl. No point being stubborn—just take it easy. We're into slave trading and crime, sure, but we don't rough up the goods."
She offers the meat to my lips again, persuading.
"Sheesh. Desert boys got fire, but stubborn in weird spots."
No, it's the paralysis not fully worn off yet, damn it!!
"Say if you want something else."
She shrugs, pops the meat in her own mouth, and chews showily. No bullshit, it looks insanely good.
Gurgle!!
"Kekeke, mouth says no, but body's honest?"
No, mouth's honest too—it's just numb! So frustrating and unfair, tears prick my eyes.
"Ahh... "
Pooling every ounce of strength into my mouth, I barely manage to part my lips.
"Y-you bastard... you seducing me now?"
I'd kill for a knuckle sandwich. Her throat bobs with a big gulp.
"F-f-fuck!!"
She spits a curse and bolts from the tent.
Wait, just leaving like that? At least drop a piece of meat on the way out?
Man, I want that knuckle bad.
Gurrrrgle!!
This cost-ineffective gut... but nah, all I ate today was a few strips of jerky—can't blame the owner.
Gurgle, gurrrrgle.
Maybe from the crashing hunger, my sharpening mind starts spinning again.
* * *
"Hiss...?"
Strength fades gently from my body—looks like I blacked out briefly.
Gurgle...
This crazy gut's still at it.
"Fuck, I'm starving for real."
Cold or not, that oily meat right in front of me, uneaten—this is true torture.
Such thoughts bubble up naturally.
-Hey, you really going in?
-Boss and underboss both passed out—you blind? Now's our shot.
-Crazy... if we're caught, our tits are gone, right?
-Who said touch the merch? Just use as jerk-off bait. I'll go first—keep watch.
Whispers from outside the dimming tent filter in, then the flap rustles as a cute-faced bandit girl with thick blonde hair slips inside.
"Wh-what? He's awake... if he snitches later, we're fucked. Shit..."
She mumbles to herself, but this world's women have killer voices—far enough, and everyone's hearing it. Or maybe my ears are sharp.
Anyway, her purpose here is obvious, so I grab the chance.
"Meat... gimme some meat."
"Eh, wha? M-meat?"
The bandit girl, glancing back like she's about to bolt, shivers at my words and drifts over like hypnotized, plate in hand.
I open wide: ahhh—
"Wh-wha?"
"...Gimme meat."
"O-oh, r-right."
I open again, and the dumbstruck girl finally shoves a piece in.
Slurp.
"Eek?!"
I take the meat and naturally lick her finger. As expected, she stumbles back a few steps.
Confirms this world's women have zero tolerance for aggressive men, and this one's especially weak to it. Working the guild, I've seen women used to guys—like Amelia unnie, who curses freely and gropes without hesitation.
Compared to her, this hesitant bandit girl at the sight of dick is obviously green.
I swallow the meat and say,
"More."
"O-oh, y-yeah."
She glances at her saliva-slick finger, then stuffs another piece in.
This time, I graze her finger with my teeth as it enters.
"H-eee... "
She twitches, face flushing, but doesn't back off this time.
I keep eating till full, her hand now soaked in my spit.
"Hah, hah—!!"
Bonus: her breathing's dangerously ragged.
"Hey, you."
"Wh-what?"
"You fed me meat, so I'll repay. Make you feel good."
"F-feel good?"
"Yeah."
With cheeks thick as steel plates, I continue.
"Untie one hand."
"Y-you bastard! I'm not that stupid!!"
"What're you on about?"
"You untie me, I'll overpower you and run, right?!"
"Hey, you're way too worked up. Calm down. Logically, how's a tied-up guy like me overpowering you, a woman? Plus, there's another outside."
"Th-that's..."
"Simple payback. Just one arm."
"..."
She hesitates, then approaches and unties the rope on my bound arm.
Made it 'cause I'm a guy.
"One's enough anyway."
"H-hah! Think I can't handle one of you? Sh-shut up and do something."
Sex drive's scary for a reason. Not called the second brain for nothing.
No time to waste, so I stand, planning to finish quick and bolt.
I face her.
"Stick your ass out back and grab my arm."
Gulp— she swallows, then obeys: ass thrust back, meager tits pressing my arm as she grips.
Prep done. Time to deploy the hand skills I honed four years ago against slave hunters to survive being milked dry.
"H-eee...?!"
"Don't freak. It'll be quick. Lean back easy."
Playing the sturdy man, I reach out, rub her belly softly, then slip into her pants.
"Ah, ahh... c-crazy..."
Coarse bush under my palm—decent hair.
I flex fingers and palm fluidly, circling the small slit between her thighs and the hardening nub above.
"Ahhh...!! W-wait...!! Eeeuuuhhh!!"
Legs quaking, she clings to my arm fully; her crotch soaks fast, sticky juices flowing to drench my hand.
"Wet enough."
"Wait, just a sec..."
Squelch.
"Eek?! Wh-what're you—pull out, eek, ah, no?!"
"Hmm, here."
Finger deep in her soaked pussy, I scrape gently till I hit the spot—tok!—then piston my arm hard.
"S-stop, pull oouut..."
Squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
Spiiiish—!!
Warm spray hits my palm as she convulses and collapses.
"Train harder."
Too weak to withstand the hand techniques I perfected surviving constant-horny slave hunters.
"You out there—come in too?"
"...Gulp."
I beckon the other bandit girl peeking through the half-open flap, staring wide-eyed.