CHAMPION

by Olympia Queen

  “Make me, bitch!” He punches me hard in the face and sends me flying to the ground. The gun goes off and I clench all over, afraid I’ve shot myself. When I open my eyes, I see I’m not the one who’s hurt. Redman clutches his stomach, a gaping wound in his side. I start screaming my head off. The handful of mutants left smell the blood and start attacking the hellhound.

  “You alright?” I swing the gun up but it’s kicked from my hand.

  “Watch where you’re swinging that gun.” I sniffle as Champion pulls me up and into his arms. He strokes my back and I break down. An ugly sound rips through me, tears blurring my vision and pooling inside my goggles. When I’m finally all cried out, Champion let’s go and takes a step back.

  “T-Thanks…” He cups my bruised cheek, anger burning like hot coals in the back of his eyes. His mask is torn, and his goggles are gone. The sides of his suit are ripped as well, but otherwise, he’s looking much better than me. Having gone face first into the snow, my skin feels like a block of ice. Redman’s fist also scrapped my goggles, leaving a dent.

  “No cuts?” I whisper.

  “No cuts.” The corner of his mouth lifts up in a half-smile.

  “He did this?” I nod. Champion turns to the pack of mutants left—around four in total—and empties his clip into them. He walks towards the bodies and I shuffle behind him, exhausted and afraid.

  “He’s…alive?” Redman is shaking underneath the pile. Each of his limbs has a mutant attached, and his stomach is gushing blood. I turn and once again I have nothing on my stomach to spill.

  “Yeah. But not for long.” Champion holsters his gun and walks over to where he kicked Redman’s gun out of my hand. He comes back and empties the clip into the hellhound and the mutant’s corpses.

  “What are you doing!” Champion looks down at me, leveling his gaze with my cheek.

  “Payback’s a bitch. We’ll stock up once we get to the shelter. A few bullets won’t hurt none.” I place the tips of my fingers against my swollen cheek, realizing he’s getting revenge for me. It’s empty seeing as our enemy will become a mutant in a matter of days. But it’s a…sweet gesture in the most fucked up and twisted sense of the word.

  “Shouldn’t you put him out of his misery?” I grip the back of Champion’s suit. I don’t know Redman personally, and from what I’ve witnessed, he’s a piece of shit. Nevertheless, he’s still human…for now. The thought of him turning alone in the freezing cold turns my stomach.

  “No. He’ll be an example for the fucks tracking us. This territory ain’t there’s to take. This pyschofuck is getting what he deserves.” It’s coldblooded logic, but I’m not going to question it. Questioning the Underlord got me kicked out. Questioning Champion may mean I’ll be the next to gag on blood on the ground. Champion roams out of sight and I rub my face trying to stay warm. He comes back with a small tank of gas I assume he siphoned from Redman’s bike.

  “Let’s go.” Champion laces his fingers through mine. I stare at our interlocked hand as he tugs me forward. Slowly, we make our way back to his bike. I help Champion fill up. He picks up his knife, almost completely buried, and gets on. I crawl behind him, permafrost starting to form on my exposed face.

  “Hold on tight. Don’t let go.” Champion takes off as the bitter night grows darker still.

  AFTERWORD

  “Would condoms survive a nuclear apocalypse?” I’m not proud of everything I’ve searched on Google, but this was certainly a low point. What do black carbon, motorcycles, and curvy hips have to do with one other? Not much, and that’s a shame. So, I set out to create an erotica series that’s geared towards my tastes: alpha males roaming an apocalyptic landscape and curvy brown skin women kicking ass.

  I absolutely loved Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) when I saw it in theater, especially the power and courage of Imperator Furiosa and the Five Wives. I’m also a fan of classic feminist sci-fi such as Pamela Sargent’s The Shore of Women. So, when I mixed those two together with sex and a healthy dose of diesel, Radium Raiders was born.

  The premise behind Arcadia and Jude’s story is simple: a three-day snowstorm results in two nights of grinding away the midnight oil. I hope you enjoy the next story in the series Outlaw (Radium Raiders, #2) debuting July 27, 2018. It features the vice-president of the Radium Raiders and a biracial female researcher in a cave.

  xoxo,

  Olympia Queen

  June 29, 2018 (USA)

  ABOUT — OLYMPIA QUEEN

  BIO: Olympia Queen writes speculative erotica (science-fiction, fantasy, and horror). She’s also a cryptozoologist in training. Olympia’s heroes and heroines are multiethnic, biracial, multiracial, AA (African-American), BBW (Big Beautiful Women), BWWM (Black Women/White Men), BWAM (Black Women/Asian Men), and BWLM (Black Women/Latino Men). Keep in touch on social media @AuthorOlympiaQueen. Or, visit www.olympiaqueen.com.

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  EXTRAS

  Glossary

  D-Day: Ten years ago, a series of nuclear attacks devastated Earth. It poured untold amounts of radioactive carbon into the atmosphere that resulted in a prolonged nuclear winter. In the former United States, it's known as Detention Day, Doomsday, and D-Day interchangeably.

  Radium Suit: Made of a weather-resistant synthetic material that resembles a snowsuit. Some come with a metallic membrane to protect the skin.

  Radium Raiders: A diesel-powered motorbike gang who controls a large portion of the former Midwest now referred to as North Central. Their leader, Saint, was a former Navy Seal turned anti-government agitator. Their gang exclusively trades with ARC civilians, trading and repurposing the items they get above ground.

  Wasteland Kings: An off-shoot of the Radium Raiders. Run by the cousin of the Radium Raider's treasurer, Bishop. They distrust the hierarchal pseudo-society the Radium Raiders have set up above ground and create anarchy wherever they ride.

  The ARC: Stands for the Agricultural Revitalization Cradle. Scientists and survivalist who predicted the apocalypse set up a series of tunnels underground. Each enclave is run by an Underlord, and their purpose is to sustain life, repopulate Earth, and kick-start food production.

  Playlist

  Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) “Spikey Cars” composed by Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL

  Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) “We Are Not Things” composed by Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL

  OUTLAW

  (Radium Raiders, #2)

  SYNOPSIS

  Her mission was simple. Safeguard and perfect the key to humanity’s survival. The only problem is Makayla Yi, a biracial woman, is the last person on Earth that should’ve been assigned the task. Her mistakes cause an avalanche that injures Toshiya Outlaw—the biracial bad boy Alpha vice-president of the Radium Raiders. Makayla’s new mission is to keep him alive, but Toshiya has other plans as they travel through a network of underground caves.

  Mad Max meets Sons of Anarchy in the second installment of this post-apocalyptic biker erotica series. Outlaw (Radium Raiders, #2) is 10,000 words of hot n’ heavy diesel-powered action.

  MAKAYLA

  “Submit.” Toshiya’s husky voice echoes throughout the cavern. It reverberates throughout my body, leaving a tingling sensation from my head to my toes. My nipples harden, pupils dilated, pussy drenched as I stand naked and alone. I back up—or forward—in the absolute darkness of the tunnel. Robbed of my vision, he seems everywhere all at once.

  “Toshiya?” His calloused thumb lands on my swollen lips. My back arches and my lips quiver, remembering how he devoured me when we were still in the light.

  “No more talking. Move your body. That’s it, just like that…Makayla.” As if in a trance, I seek out his warmth. Instantly, I'm glued to him. All five-feet-one-inch against his six-foot rock hard body and throbbing cock. My hands slide up and underneath his shirt, marveling at Toshiya's toned chest and abs. He's buil
t like a big cat, long, sleek, and deadly. I fight the urge to sink to my knees and give in to his command.

  “This isn’t right,” I whisper, sliding my hands down and away. He snatches my hands back before I can pull away any further, holding me by the wrists in each of his hands.

  “There’s nothing wrong with this. Us. Breathing is as natural as fucking baby and you and I both know we’re starving for air.” Toshiya lets go of my wrists and steps back. Rustling cloth followed by the snap of a button, and he’s all but naked in the darkness with me. I hear his shirt and jacket fall to the ground somewhere out of sight. A hand shoots out from the abyss and cups my chin.

  “We shouldn’t... We shouldn’t,” my voice is weak, trembling ever so slightly as his big hands grip my waist. Toshiya digs his stiff penis into my stomach, pearly white teeth flashing as he grins. He seems to grow taller and I can't help the moan the slips past my lips. Toshiya squeezes my hips hard, bending over as he purrs, “We can.”

  In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground, turns, and pushes me onto the wall. I stifle a scream, aware it'll hurt both of our ears bouncing around in this narrow cavern. My mouth hangs open in shock. Toshiya seizes his opportunity and kisses me again and again. He playfully nips and sucks as I try to keep up. He stops as I move to deepen the kiss. Turning, Toshiya shifts our positions so he's against the wall and I'm propped up by his arms.

  “We need to stop and think about this,” I urge, “We're not meant for each other!”

  “Sweetheart, we’re not stopping. We’re just getting started,” he growls into my ear. I wrap my legs around his hips as he palms my ass. Moaning, my back curves against my will once again. His voice is like a drug, and I’m deliriously horny.

  “You prefer I act like a sweetheart too baby?” He asks, mockingly, “Or, do you like it when I talk dirty to you, little slut?” My stomach clenches. My thin shirt rides up, exposing my bare ass. His nails dig in deeper, and he moans as he rubs his cock against my slit.

  “You’re already soaking wet from a couple of fingers and my tongue,” he hums into my right ear. When I don't respond, he licks the shell of my left ear.

  “I can’t wait till my dick is inside your dripping wet cunt,” he murmurs.

  My heart beats out of control. Claustrophobia and his control bear down on me, causing me to become dizzy with lust. How did I end up trapped in The ARC with a horny beast?

  “What do you want from me?” I whisper against his cheek, soaking in the minerals from the cave and his earthy scent. I know I want him. Every inch of me needs him inside of me! But he’s a stranger who’ll be gone tomorrow, and I’ll regret this night when he leaves. It’s easy to feed myself on fantasies when I'm deprived of the real thing.

  “Everything. Your wet pussy. Your tight little ass. I’m going to rock your world and leave you crying for more,” he states, massaging my firm butt.

  I gasp when he practically shouts, “Now tell me what you want!”

  “I…” I can't collect my thoughts.

  “Say it, slut.” He nibbles on my bottom lip.

  “I want your cock...” My voice is barely a whisper.

  “Where do you want it?” Toshiya chuckles.

  “I want your cock inside of me....” I whimper.

  “Where!” He barks.

  “In my pussy!” I yell back, both of our voices swallowed up by the blackness.

  Silence. My answer must have shocked Toshiya because he almost drops me. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep herself from falling. He recovers, stomach wobbling as he laughs.

  Biting my earlobe, he says, “Good girl. I'm going to make you cum.”