Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 05

Once Caine got to the suite in question, the first thing he did was drop his bags down next to the bed and then trudge to the bathroom. After a quick shower and taking care of business, he got into his boxers and sat down on the edge of the bed. Grief overcame him and he then sank to the floor in mourning of losing all of his family and friends save for Henry. Then injustice at what was happening to all of the other people in the bunker as he pictured wives, girlfriends, significant others, daughters all being yanked from their loved ones and enslaved while the men were systematically hunted down and killed... or worse... forced to comply with the raiders while their women were taken right in front of them. Had he been the one calling the shots as a Raider, Caine figured he would've then opened every single cryo unit and ensured that the occupants were indeed dead. That thought of his parents being hacked or shot again in death made him scream in anger and impotence at not being able to do anything about it. He balled up his fists, sank to his knees, and allowed himself a moment to have a hissy fit as he pounded on the mattress. "Why the fuck didn't you do anything, moron?" He snarled.

Caine already knew the answer and so voiced it. "Get a fucking grip on yourself, dumbass. If you'd stayed you would've been dead too, asshole." It was silly, sure, but it actually felt better to voice it out loud and to hear it.

There was a knock at his door startled him and he instinctively whipped his gun out and pointed it at the door. After a minute when the knocking continued, Caine went over to it. It was the cute maid from earlier only now she was dressed in a sheer negligee that left very little to the imagination and a worshipful look on her face. "Uh... hi..." he croaked out, voice raw. He sheepishly put the gun away. "Uhm... Lauren, was it?" She smiled sweetly and nodded. "Can I help you?"

"Mister Bailey asked me if I'd like to keep you company tonight. He said that you might need some cheering up." She said with a hopeful lit to her voice. "Caine," she added as if it meant something to her.

Caine couldn't help but blink at her. He let out a groan of anguish as his cock became acutely aware of their proximity and the fact that nothing more than sheer lace stood between them. His late teen body and hormones screamed at him to reach out, grab her, and screw her into oblivion but the logical side and his parents' teaching that he should treat women with the utmost respect won out. "Thank you... really," he managed to get out. "But this whole... slave thing... it's kinda new to me. I realize that it's probably an everyday thing for you but to me... well, slavery was abolished when I woke up this morning... last morning... morning four decades ago... and now it's back in style." Caine then realized that he was babbling and he couldn't help from looking down at her rosebud tipped pert breasts underneath of the sheer white fabric.

Lauren smiled and chuckled at him. "Mister Bailey said that you'd say something along those lines. I'm not a slave. I'm a paid servant of Mister and Missus Bailey and I am here on my own accord." She then cocked her head to one side at his confused look. "What? Wondering why I'm choosing to be with you."

"That... and I wasn't exactly expecting words like 'accord' to be in the vocabulary of someone in this kind of future." Caine admitted.

"Are you going to let me in or not?"

"Oh... right... sorry..." Caine said, stepping back to let her in. She walked over to the bed and Caine shut the door behind them.

Lauren sat where he'd been and patted the bed beside her. "Mister Bailey said that you used to be... what's the word? A lady's man?"

Caine let out a harrumph of derision. "Back in the day... sure. How old are you anyway? I guess that technically I'm old enough to be, what, your grandpa?"

"Chronologically, yes. Physically, I'm just a year younger than you are. I'm nineteen." She laughed at his blank look as he was taken off guard by her word usage. "Surprised you again with my vocabulary? If you're lucky enough to have been born in a Hab City or even a small City-State like Lincoln, you can get a good education that is equal to the Pre-Flare days. If you're born out in the wastes, well, you learn enough to read maybe and that's about it." Lauren patted the bed next to her again expectantly.

He sat down next to her, his hormones once again going to war with his attempt at being chivalrous. He looked at her. "Not that I'm complaining at the open invitation but I'm just confused... mainly because usually I'm the one doing the chasing I guess... but why would you just up and sleep with me just like that?"

Lauren laughed and did a playful roll of her eyes. "You're cuter than I thought that you'd be." She then grasped his closest hand with both of hers. She kept the smile on her face but spoke with all seriousness. "I was born in a Hab City and was eligible for the lottery in which the people selected are exiled from the city and sent to try their luck in the wastes where the men's survival is measured in hours or even days if they're lucky and a woman's chance of being free is about one in a million. I struck it out on my own under the cover of night since I had prepared for that. Had I been born in a Raider Town; I would've been auctioned off the moment I had my eighteenth birthday since that's all that women are good for there. I was caught by Raiders shortly after I left and they forced me repeatedly to have sex with them."

Caine gaped at her in wide eyed disbelief. "My God..." he breathed.

"Relax... I'm over it," she said with a casual shrug although Caine suspected that there was more to it. "Mister Bailey told me about what life was like back before the Flare where a woman being forced against her will was considered a crime. Today; it's a Tuesday for us. It's a way of life and most of us just accept it as inevitable." She sighed with resignation. "One of Mister Bailey's recon teams found me and killed the raiders. They then brought me here where I've been working ever since. That was about... oh... six months ago?" She smiled and patted his hand. "The point is; finding a man in this day and age who actually respects women is rare. It's actually pretty refreshing. Nice, even."

Lauren stood up in front of him and sank down to her knees in front of him. "So why am I doing this?" she asked rhetorically as she grasped the waistband of his boxers and pulled, sliding them off of his hips and down his thighs until his cock sprang up and saluted her. "I'm doing this because I want to know what it's like to be with a man who will actually make love to me instead of just hold me down and fuck me." She grabbed his cock and with a gentle tug, pulled it up a bit. Caine leaned back onto his elbows, dropped his head backwards, and groaned. Lauren flicked the underside of the tip with her thumbnail and was rewarded with a drop of jizz that came to the surface. "That, and any woman in this day and age would kill to be in my position. I hope that is okay with you?"

"I think I can make that sacrifice for you," Caine commented as her hand worked on his shaft. Hormones took over and reason left the building for the night.

"Good." Lauren then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

"Ah God," Caine was now breathing as her hot little mouth took his entire length. He snuck a look down and was rewarded by a pair of bluish eyes looking back up at him in submission. Then he felt her sucking, lips, mouth, and throat working to suck him from his hilt all the way down to his tip. He was a bit on the large side of average and yet she was sucking him like a seasoned porn star. "I can tell you've done this before."

She brought her head up, her lips making a popping sound as they came off of his dick. "Schooling now is also good for preparing us for other survival skills for us women... even if it is in an unofficial form." Her mouth descended once more over his hardness as she sucked him hard while forming an O with her thumb and forefinger to gently stroke him. Once he was rock hard, she stood up and clasped his knees, bringing them together. Then she shuffled as she straddled his thighs, moving up to his lap.

"Wait... I-I don't know if I have a condom in my emergency pack or not," he said suddenly. "There should be one in there anyway."

She cocked her head and gave him a quizzical look, pausing with his cock in her hands as she prepared to lower herself onto it. "What's a con-dumb?"

"Seriously?" Caine blinked at her. "Well; you know... a rubber. A condom. A Trojan. It's something that I put over my cock that prevents pregnancy and STDs?"

"Oh. We have RadRoot for that." Lauren said flippantly before moving her white lace panties to one side and sinking down onto his cock.

"Holy fuck..." Caine hissed as he plunged into her hot, tight pussy. He'd never done a girl without protection before so this was a first and he wasn't sure how long he'd last without one. But Lauren didn't seem to be paying attention as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she started to ride him. She pressed her small, soft breasts to his bare chest, the sheer silk between them grazing their skin. Her mouth found his and they kissed passionately.

After her riding up and down his shaft a couple of times, Caine finally gave in to passion. His body screamed at him to feel alive again and so he finally obliged it. He scooped her into his arms, stood up, spun in place with her, and came back down onto the bed with her underneath of him. "Yes," she breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist and squeezing him tightly. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began fucking her in earnest. "Yes... do me... do me hard Caine," her husky breath echoed into his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe. "Take me, Caine. Make me yours!" The way she said it made him think that she'd uttered those lines before.

Needing no further encouragement, Caine pounded her hard. Her gasps went to grunts. Her grunts then turned into cries of pleasure each time his cock slid into her. His mouth found her neck and he sucked hard on her jugular, making her cry out in passion. Her nails were now digging parallel trenches into his shoulder blades as his large, athletic body slammed down repeatedly into her supple, petite frame. When he came, she was waiting for him and went right over the edge with him. Her pussy gripped and released his cock in time with his manhood pulsating and throbbing inside of her as it filled up her womb with his seed. They clutched at each other, a sheen of sweat having formed on their bodies.

"Oh damn..." Caine breathed as his body finally relaxed. "Damn that felt good."

Lauren smiled up at him and kissed him again. "Well I hope that you have more in you." She said as she flexed her kegels to flutter her pussy around his cock.

He felt his cock stay stiff inside of her and so didn't pull out. Instead he continued to make out with her until he was ready to give her another screaming orgasm. This time around, however, Lauren pushed at his shoulder and asked him to roll them over. Caine rolled in the bed with her still close until he was on his back and she was on top of him, riding him. Never once did his cock leave her pussy. Lauren smiled down at him as she rocked her hips back and forth. She placed her hands down onto his chest and tweaked his nipples with her delicate fingers.

Caine groaned, digging his own hands into her hips as he felt his cock become engorged inside of her. He tried to mentally recite video game stats inside of his head to keep from blowing his wad too early. He wanted to make this last as long as possible but Lauren wasn't making it easy for him. She leaned over and sucked on one of his nipples while doing that kegel flex to grip his cock hard again. "Don't hold back; give it to me. Blow your cum into me."

That did it and Caine let out a low groan as he did just that. His cock twitched and then blew like a volcano up into her. Lauren ground her hips down hard into his, pressing her clit hard against him, threw her head back, and screamed as the orgasm washed over her. Caine managed to wonder while his body was enjoying the shared orgasm if hers was not as intense as the first one or if she was just faking it. As he came down from erotic bliss, he really didn't care.

Once Lauren was done she sank back down and laid down onto his chest and he wrapped her arms around her, content to just live in the moment for now.

***

CHAPTER 42: Waking Up.

Henry was grinning at Caine the next morning when Caine came downstairs in the clothes that had been left out for him. "What's with this getup?" Caine asked when he walked into the grand dining room. "I look like Christian Bale from that old move back in 2002 that my parents liked when they were teenagers!"

"Hey, Equilibrium was a kick-ass movie, I don't care what anyone says. There's a reason I gave you that outfit to wear and it's not just for looks." Henry said. "By the way, you haven't met my wife yet; Sandra." He gestured to the middle-aged woman sitting across the dining room table from him.

"Uhm, no." He held out his hand and shook Sandra's. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am."

She smiled warmly. "You can call me, Sandra, that's fine. After all, we are all from the same time period. The same school for that matter."

"Yeah, this is going to take some getting used to," Caine muttered as he took a seat at the table.

"I told you that he wouldn't remember me," Sandra teased her husband with a grin that said she just won a bet. "You're going down on me tonight, bucko." Henry just smiled back playfully.

Caine looked lost "I'm missing something here."

"My maiden name was Sandra Dierdre. You probably remember me the way the school called me; Sandy Dee?"

Caine blinked as he saw the geeky teenage girl he knew in passing in the older woman now before him. "Holy shit! Oh my God!" he groaned, "I am SO sorry I didn't recognize you!"

"It's okay. It's not like we hung out or anything." She shrugged. "Besides, I've gone through life while you slept it away."

They chatted for some time, reminiscing, before the maids all started bringing out breakfast for the three of them and retreating out to the kitchen. Caine tried to get a word in with Lauren but she moved too quick for him to get anything other than 'hi' out. She did grace him with a sly smile, wink, and a blown kiss before she left the room. The other maids also smiled and giggled, all whispering to Lauren intently.

Henry and Sandra were just grinning at him. "What?" Caine asked defensively.

"Nothing, it's just good to see vigor in the youth again, that's all," Henry said. "Especially her. You and Lauren had to have gone at it, what, five or six times last night?"

"You heard that?" Caine flushed with sudden embarrassment.

"The whole mansion heard it," Sandra quipped. "And I think that the rest of my serving staff is insanely jealous."

Caine decided to tear into his breakfast before they went more into his sex life.

*

"Everyone here seems to love you," Caine commented as they walked through the streets, thankful for the wraparound sunglasses that Henry had given him. His eyes still were adjusting to the larger and brighter sun overhead. Around them, people looked up from whatever they were doing as they walked by.

"Being the recurring Governor all these decades has that perk." Henry said, pausing to chat up a couple of roadside merchants before they moved on.

Caine felt self-conscious with all of the worshipful looks that were coming his way. "So, there is still some semblance of a government going on?"

"Hardly," Henry snorted. "Oh sure, Washington D.C. makes a good show on putting on federal elections every now and then but no one pays any attention to them anymore. If anything, the ballots they send out every four years for a president make for good kindling. The United States probably still does exists further out east where they weren't hit as hard and where a majority of the military was at. But anything west of the Mississippi?" He shook his head sadly. "I think that there are still 25 loyalist States remaining even though the U.S. still flies the old 52 Star Flag. California, Oregon, and Washington State have formed their own republic and have basically dared D.C. to try something. The Colorado Coalition recently formed up that encompasses most of the Rockies. Texas keeps flip-flopping between being its own republic and being a part of the U.S. or Mexico. Canada it a bunch of single providences now and last I heard, Alaska and Hawaii were pretty much doing their own thing."

"As for everything else?" Henry sighed. "All that is important now is the law of the land and whatever settlement, city-state, or hab city you happen to be in." He let out another weary sigh, placing a hand on Caine's shoulder.

"It's that bad?"

Henry grimaced. "Hab cities are becoming grossly overcrowded. Each one has a monthly lottery to eject the extras as settlers to make their own villages and towns... provided not enough had left of their own accord. The result is almost always the same; the Raider Gangs all lay in wait for them, kill the men, and enslave the women. We do what we can to take in those who manage to get within our little sphere of influence but even then, it's not enough." He looked at Caine. "I'm not going to last forever. I've been 'elected' Governor here every time because no one ever runs against me and we did away with term limits long ago."

"I really hope to God you're not thinking about making me your replacement." Caine said dryly, giving Henry a dirty side look. "I don't have the slightest idea how to run a city."

Henry shook his head. "No, the people wouldn't follow you nor would the guards. But I do need you to do something. We have raider gangs closing in on us from all sides. They get stronger with each generation that passes as they're controlling many the women and the boys that are born to them become newer gang members if they're strong enough. And now; there's a power vacuum in the west at the Gateway when a bunch of gangs got together to take down the biggest badass out there. There's something forming called the Colorado Coalition. Word is spreading and all of the gangs from the New California Republic all the way to Washington DC smell that there is fresh blood in the water. Hab cities are building up their private armies and innocents are getting caught in the crossfire."

"So, what do you want me to do about it?" Caine asked.

"Come. This way." They took a left into a parking garage that led down under the ground. Caine noticed they were at the ruins of the old City Hall. A couple of guards nodded to Henry and let them through the steel double doors at the bottom of the ramp.

"What's with security here?" Caine asked.

"We keep our vehicles in here." Henry said as they walked on. "When I first got to work after that fateful day, I found out that I, a lowly clerk, was the only thing resembling a government that was left. We tried rebuilding immediately but raiders and looters popped up as weeds. So, we needed a vigilante of sorts to combat them as we had no guards back then." He let out a rueful laugh. "I used your name since no one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Henry."

"Nice Princess Bride reference." Caine quipped.

"You're the only person alive who'd get it outside of Sandra. Anyway, your name was more fearsome than mine was and I remembered that bike of yours that any idiot could drive."

Caine stopped in his tracks. "Wait a minute. You have my motorbike?"

Henry smiled, walked over to an old brown tarp and pulled it with a flourish. Underneath was a sleek black motorcycle that looked like it was straight out of Tron. The newer one and not that old 70s/80s pre-internet version. "The one and only BMW Vision Class Survivalist Road Warrior," he proclaimed. "You and your folks were gone and I'd gotten that text from you saying you were heading for the bunkers so I figured that I'd use it until you came back. As the months dragged on I figured that you all were dead so I started using it."