Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 05

"You don't own me!"

"No, but I fucking employ you on your off days from the manor!" Martin reiterated.

The trio got out just in time to see Caine slam his helmet down onto his head, visibly upset, throttle up the sleek looking motorbike, and peel out without another look back. They stood there and watched him disappear into the night.

Martin glowered at them. "You're fired," he told her. "Mike, get her out of here. I'm going to call the Governor up."

*

Caine screeched the motorbike to a halt just outside the side door, practically yanking the keys out of the ignition. He threw his helmet down and stalked inside. "YO! HENRY!" Caine yelled as he stormed into the Town Hall. He was pissed for being so stupid with Lauren. He was pissed for being played the fool. He was fucking horny just by sitting next to Lauren and picturing nothing but skin under that robe of hers.

Now... now he just wanted to vent, rant, rave, and do... well... something. Killing Gatling had felt good. TOO good. He figured that Lauren would be grateful for doing away with him and, to a point, she was. Maybe he was just rushing things. Either way, he needed to get away from this town and that meant searching for another target. One this was for damn sure; if he were back in his own time and had he assassinated someone who'd been oppressing a girl they way Gatling had been doing, they would've thrown a damn parade for him and the girl would've, more than likely, be extremely grateful for him doing it.

That's what he needed to do. He needed to go free those girls who came out of cryo with him. "HENRY!" he bellowed again.

"You're back early," Henry said from the balcony with a frown on his face. "Annnnnd you're pissed..." He looked over his shoulder when the phone in his office down the hall suddenly rang. "Wait, that'll be important since no one usually calls at this hour. Give me a minute to take this and we can talk."

"Don't worry, I won't be long. I'm heading to that house you gave me... home I guess I should call it now... then I'm heading out at first light. Where were all those trucks with the people from my cryo bunker heading to?"

Henry's features hardened. "They belong to the Corning Crusaders over in what used to be Iowa." He said. The phone was still ringing, demanding his attention. "Look, just don't do anything stupid until we can talk, okay?"

"Then come by my home then when you're done." Caine said in a bitter voice. He didn't want to wait for anything. He turned on his heel and stormed out just as fast as he'd come in.

*

He knew the area of Lincoln that Henry had set him up in. It took him only fifteen minutes on his motorbike to get there. He stopped in front of the house that he had the address to and let out a low whistle. It was a grand three story home that sat on an acre of land right at the crossroads by a park. He could see through the old picket fence the empty pool in the back yard. From the looks of the small windows in the foundation, it looked like there was a full basement as well. "Henry..." he mused out loud, "you sure do know how to treat your friends. Boy, am I glad that we were buds back in school."

Inside the bay windows that looked into the living room, dining room, and kitchen beyond. From the lights inside Caine could see Jessica happily working away inside to get the place neat and tidy... in the nude. Somewhere along the course of the day, she'd even found a small collar that she now wore proudly around her neck. He had to admit that the older woman looked damn good for her age and his cock stiffened even more in response. His raging hard-on lessened during the ride but was now back in full force.

Not wanting to hang outside too long, Caine pulled the motorbike into the garage, closed and locked it behind him, and strode on into the house... HIS house. "Hello? Who's there?" Jessica's voice came from the dining room as Caine closed the door to the utility room behind him. She came around the corner that led from the kitchen, expecting an attack. Then she relaxed and gave him a dazzling smile as she saw who it was. "Master! You're home early! Did everything go well with the Governor?" Jessica immediately came to his side to start unbuttoning his cleric's coat to help him out of it.

"Uh... kinda... sorta..." he admitted. "Uh. Thanks," he said as she helped him out of the coat, surprised at how easily she went from being a slave-wife to one man to being a slave to another man.

"Master is kind to thank me. I am glad to serve." she said as if quoting something like it were an automatic response. "Come, you must be wore out." She slipped his arm into his and led him to the dining room. "I made dinner for you and then after you're done would you like a rub down? It was a long trip from K.C." She then smiled seductively at him. "Or would you rather just take me first?"

He eyed her. His cock screamed for the last option fist. "You do realize that I'm young enough to be your son, right?"

She let out a light laugh. "Yeah, right," she said, not believing him for one second. "You've been around longer than I have. Even if you were, what difference does it make? You proved that you're the superior male. What belonged to him now belongs to you," she explained as she turned and leaned back against the dining room table. She then trailed the backs of her hands down from her collar down her breasts, past her hardening nipples, and down to her bare pubis. "EVERY. Thing." she reiterated with a look of total devotion in her bright green eyes.

Caine groaned with lust and desire as he watched her hands go down her body. "Ah fuck it, I already ate," he said as hormones took over. In one smooth move, he spun her around and bent her over the dining room table. He kicked her legs apart, a move that seemed to be unnecessary as she was already spreading them for him. As she was breathing "Yes, Master," to him, he was undoing his jeans with one hand while holding her down by the back of her neck with his other. Once he whipped his cock out, he drove it right into her wet and waiting pussy.

"OH! GOD! YES!" Jessica cried out as she was roughly speared. She grabbed onto the table for support as Caine fucked her hard, fast, and deep. "Yes! Please! Fuck me, master! Fuck me!" she goaded him on. "Fuck me hard! Let it all out! Make me your little slave!" Caine obliged her, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her back. At one point he wondered if this was qualifying as a hate fuck as he was pounding her so hard that the table was rocking back and forth. He felt her pussy clamp down around his cock as she screamed "OMYGODYESSSSS!" as she came.

He wasn't done with her, however. He continued fucking her long after she'd melted back onto the table top... or as much as she could considering he still had her bent back by the hair. Soon her eyes were rolling back into her head and she was just grunting with every thrust he made into her. The sound of their flesh slapping together in a rapid staccato permeated in the air. Finally, his cock exploded and he jammed it deep up inside of her as it pulsated. She let out a long, low groan of pleasure as she felt his seed fill her up. His cock relaxed slightly and then he jammed it back into her when the next wave of twitching occurred. He repeated the process two more times until he was finally spent. Then he let her go.

Jessica immediately sank to her knees, took his cock into her mouth, and proceeded to clean him off. Caine moaned with pleasure as his cock came back to life. "Again, already?" she asked with a smile, resting her head on his thigh while looking up at him and stroking him.

"It can wait," he said in a gravelly voice, his body still recovering from the first intense orgasm. He looked at the dining room and the dinner that Jessica had cooked for him wound up on the floor as he stuffed his cock back into his pants. "We should probably clean up."

"I can do that, Master," Jessica said hastily as she realized, to her horror, that his food was on the ground now.

"No! Wait!" he sighed as she ignored him to clean up. "Jessica," he said evenly. "Have you eaten yet?"

She looked up at him and blinked. "Uhhmm..." she looked like she was uncertain as to how to answer.

"Be honest with me, please. I'm... uhm... sorta new to this slave owning thing." he admitted. "Let's say you were back in your slave marriage to Gatling. When would you ever get to eat, drink, or take care of yourself?"

Jessica sighed, but remained kneeling on the floor in front of him. "I would be up before he was, make breakfast for the family, and then have the day to myself as he'd be at work all day. Then I'd wait on confirmation that he'd be home or not, make him and Claire dinner while I waited on him again. Only after he was asleep and he'd had me until he was content, would I get up and get something to eat for myself before going back to his bed."

"Oooookay..." Caine was rubbing the bridge of his nose, wishing he could've made Gatling suffer more. "New rule; if you make something to eat for me, then please, by all means, make something for yourself as well. My... day... is going to be very fluid. I don't know right now if I'm going to be here from one meal to the next. So if I'm late for a meal, please do not wait up for me, okay?"

"Thank you, Master," She smiled at that. "My Master is very kind."

"No," he shook his head. "It's called being a decent human being." he said. "And if I want to help clean up, let me, please?" She looked pained and horrified by that notion but she nodded nonetheless. He helped her clean the mess up and then had fun feeding the morsels to her while they did that. After he'd hand fed her like she was a puppy, she had her head back in his lap, sucking him off nice and hard.

"Holy fuck... I bet you could suck start a leaf blower..." he breathed, running his hand through her hair while her hot mouth and plump lips worked on his cock.

"What's a leaf blower, Master?" she asked briefly between head bobs up and down his shaft.

"Ah never mind," he muttered. Then he doubled up as he felt his cock suddenly spew forth. "OH FUCK!" he exclaimed, instinctually ramming his cock down her throat while pulling her head down so that she was taking him all the way to the hilt. Jessica, obviously no stranger to this move, took it in stride as she continued gulping his cum down her throat until he was spent once again. He relaxed back into his chair and she leaned back on her haunches to await his next instructions.

A knock at the door got them both instantly on alert. Caine relaxed when the person said, "Caine? It's Henry."

Caine put his manhood back into his pants and dismissed Jessica with a wave of his hand. She got back to work cleaning up in the kitchen while Caine got the door. "Come on in, old man." He quipped.

"Feeling better, I take it?" Henry eyed his disheveled friend and the condition in the dining room with a wry, knowing grin as he took a seat on the old couch. "I imagine that you had a lot of pent up anger to get rid of after Lauren rebuffed you at the brothel."

"As much as I hate to admit it, but yeah." Caine said, sitting on the other couch across from him.

"Is that where your idea to go after the Crusaders came from?"

"Kinda..." Caine said. "I wasn't going to go in guns blazing like I'm playing Fallout or Call of Duty. I was going to scout them out first and see what I'm up against." Caine frowned. "How'd you know about Lauren."

"The whole town knows about it and they've been giving her hell." Henry said. "She's in her room at the Town Hall crying her eyes out right now. The call I got when you were there was from Marty over at the brothel telling me that you left there totally pissed off."

"Sorry," Caine said. "I wasn't exactly feeling too hot after Lauren turned me down."

"She turned you down for sex?" Henry asked, surprised.

"No, I think that she was ready to fuck me and the feeling was mutual." Caine said, taken aback by the question. "I had a raging hard-on when I left." His eyes drifted over to the Kitchen where Jessica was humming away while she did dishes.

"I see you took care of it," Henry smirked.

"Yeah... anyway, Lauren didn't turn down the sex. I think she was willing to do it since it's her job. No, she turned down dating me." He sighed. "I'd told her that I thought that I had feelings for her and she... didn't exactly reciprocate them."

"Ahhhh... I see now." Henry nodded in understanding. "Marty wanted me to can her for turning you down."

"WHAT?"

"Easy, I told him that it was probably a misunderstanding and that I'd talk to you both about it." Henry had his hands up to calm Caine down as he looked like he was about to drive back to the brothel to hand Marty his testicles. "I told Marty that Lauren is not going to be fired for anything but I did take her off of the brothel rotation for the time being."

"This is a fucked up world..." Caine growled, shaking his head in disgust.

"That it is, but it's the one we live in." Henry said, rising to his feet. "Look, I'll talk to Lauren for you. You do have to realize that women aren't exactly used to guys treating them decently. You're throwing them off their game."

"No kidding..." Jessica quipped from the Kitchen. When she realized that both men were looking at her, she dropped to her knees and prostrated herself on the ground. "I'm sorry Master! I didn't realize that was out loud!"

Caine couldn't help but laugh. "Get up. It's okay. Refreshing even. Tell ya what; feel free to speak your mind around me. Okay?"

Jessica glanced at Henry. "Is... is he serious, Governor Bailey?"

"Caine is a bit... old fashioned and an idealist." Henry said. "You two have fun. Caine, if you could please come by my office in the morning and we'll talk before you head out to Corning. Okay."

"See ya tomorrow, OLD friend." Caine said as he saw him to the door.

"Oh now yer just being mean," Henry said with a wink as he left. Caine closed and locked the door behind him. Then he rested his head against it and banged his forehead into it a few times. How stupid of him to assume that women of this day and age would be like the women of his old age. He should've known better.

"Are you tense, Master?" Jessica asked, coming up behind him and rubbing his shoulders.

"You could say that."

"Come, let me take care of you," she said, taking his hands and backing up. She walked backwards, leading him up the stairs with an inviting smile on her face.

***

CHAPTER 46: Planning

Caine blinked awake as the first rays of the sun streamed in through the window. He was surprisingly well rested and refreshed today. Part of it, he figured, was thanks to the dedicated attention that Jessica had given him in his full body rub down that he got last night. Then she proceeded to give another amazing blowjob while rubbing her perfectly large and rounded breasts on either side of it before having him lay back so that she could ride him. All the while, he couldn't help but think of some of his teachers back in school that he would've loved to bang so he saw having Jessica crawl all over him as a fulfillment of a lot of those fantasies.

Jessica snoozed contently in his arms and he couldn't resist spooning her to bring one hand up to feel up her right tit. She hummed in contentment as she awoke to his groping and the hard on that was now pressing up against her ass. Her eyes snapped open as she realized it was daylight. "Oh my God! It's morning! I don't have your breakfast ready!" she gasped in a panic and tried to get up.

Caine held her close. "No rush," he murmured, kissing the nape of her neck just above her collar. "I'm starting to like this idea of having you as a slave ready to serve me in any way."

"Ooooohhh... Master..." Jessica purred under his gentle suckling of her neck and his squeezing her breast. "You have no idea how wonderful this feels."

"Oh? Really?" Caine asked, surprised. "I figured your husband-"

"My husband..." she spat. Then she realized what she had done and she twisted to look at him. "I'm sorry for interrupting, Master!"

"No, no..." Caine propped himself up on an elbow to better look at her. "Please, go on."

She gave him a painful smile. "I didn't love him as our marriage was arranged. He'd barely touched me in the last five years. He was too busy at work having his way with his secretaries and interns." She saw him wince. "I'm sorry if that disturbs you."

He waved it off. "Nah, don't worry about it. I'd killed him over one of his recent interns. Well... reasons don't matter anymore. Just that there's one less scumbag in the world now."

"You are a good man, Master." She kissed him. "And I enjoy this. Its... honestly... more than I've had in a very long time. I like having a nice, virile, 'young 'man," she snickered at that as she obviously still didn't believe it, "come at me repeatedly like this."

Caine's hand had drifted to her belly on its way down to cup her sex. He frowned. "I guess we need to get you some..." What was the name of that stuff again? "Rad Root?"

"I appreciate the gesture, Master, but there is no need." Jessica placed her hand over top of his. "He had me fixed right after I'd given birth to our second child; Claire. I'd given him a son to inherit and a daughter to give away. There was no need for more."

"You have a son?"

"Had. He was killed a few years ago when he turned twenty-one by a rival political group."

"You don't seem too tore up about that." He pointed out.

Jessica shrugged. "He was just like his father and was working in his shadow ever since he could walk and talk. When Joshua came of age he acted just like Richard did and treated me the same." She shook her head sadly. "No, the only child that was truly mine that I cared for was Claire. And now I have secured her future by giving myself to you."

"You can leave at any time, you know." Caine told her. "You do not have to stay here."

She looked horrified at the idea. "Do you not find me pleasing?"

"You're all kinds of pleasing. I think that'd be obvious." He couldn't help but glance down at his own hardness that showed his desire for the naked woman next to him. "But I just don't want you thinking that I'm forcing you to stay here against your will."

She smiled at him and kissed him on the lips, "I will stay here with you for as long as you will have me. I gave you my word that I'd be your slave, Master, and you are far kinder and gentler than any man I have ever known. I take that vow far more serious than my own wedding vows." Jessica let out an ironic laugh. "I don't know what I'd do on my own. Here? I know what to do and I am yours to do with as you please."

"Alright then," Caine nodded. "I guess that I just needed to know that this truly is what you want."

"Thank you, Master," she reached down and groped him. "Now, if Master will allow me?" she asked hopefully, stroking his shaft.

"Nope, not this time." Caine rolled on top of her, nestling his pubis down between her opening thighs. She laid back onto the bed as he brought his mouth down onto her left tit. Jessica wrapped her arms around him and held his head close as he suckled her breast while bringing his hand up to fondle her right one. Jessica moaned with pleasure beneath him as he ground his hips into her and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple.

He dry humped her for a good minute and only after she started mewing and begging for his cock did he finally slide into her. "Ooooohhhh..." she let out a low groan as he penetrated her. She brought her slender legs up and around his waist as he filled her up. Caine came up to kiss her full on the lips, passionately making out with her as their bodies rocked together. His hands traveled all up and down her body; gripping her ass, feeling her thighs, sliding up and down her waist, squeezing her breasts. All the while, Jessica goaded him on with breathless "Yes, Yes, Yes!"