Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 05

Wells went into another round of spilling everything he knew and by the time he got to more recent events Caine wondered if the man was going to confess to sinking the Titanic, blowing up the Hindenburg, and causing World War Three. He had a digital recorder going just so that he didn't miss anything. Once Wells was done and Caine had the specific confession that he was waiting for, he clicked off the recorder and nodded. "Alright then. I think that'll do it."

'What?" Wells blinked. "That's it?" Wells asked, astonished. "That's all you wanted."

"Yup."

"So, I can go now?"

Caine nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, you can go now. We're done here." Caine placed the knife on the rope and began to saw.

"HOLD ON! Get me down off this wall first!"

Caine cocked his head. "Why?"

"Well... because! I told you all that so that you wouldn't kill me!"

"Really? When did I make that arrangement?" Caine asked innocently.

"You said to repent! You said that I'd be saved and be freed!"

"Ah. That. Well," Caine said, almost apologetically. "Forgiveness is really between you and God. It's just up to me to arrange the meeting and I, well," he glanced over the wall. "I believe in making the punishment fit the crime. Give my regards to Lauren's boyfriend." He sliced the rope.

Wells screamed all the way down until his head smashed into the concrete.

"Yippie-kay-eh, motherfucker..." Caine added dispassionately to the corpse below.

*

Now with Wells out of the picture, his body cooling on the old college campus with a bright red "C" now carved out on the man's chest, Caine headed south to K.C. This time he stashed his bike in the woodshed at the Gatling Estate since the place was still cordoned off. He took the time to go through the house collecting tabs, ammo, weapons, some clothes for both Claire and Jessica, and a few toys that he found that he thought would be fun. Other toys that he wanted that were not present he could get back in Lincoln.

He loaded up his saddlebags on his bike and then made his way through the streets of K.C. until he got back to Gatling Industries. He took the insta-pic out of Wells and jammed it into the wood of the executive boardroom with a knife sticking out of it. Then he used a company pen and letterhead to scrawl out a note that said "Pick someone else for your CEO. -Caine".

Caine then took a visit down to employee records and found Lauren's home address. He also found everything that she'd left behind when she'd fled the city which included a write-up on him that she'd been working on, a lot of research materials on the infamous version of Caine, a really skimpy outfit, and a news article that had her picture on it saying; "Local Girl Missing, Feared Lost in the Wastes". Attached to it was a company memo that was effectively a gag order to the employees not to talk to anyone about Lauren. "Fucking bastard covered it all up." Caine muttered.

Using the address that he got from Lauren's file, he went to her old house. Lights were still on and he could see people moving inside. Caine stepped up and knocked on the door. A woman not much older than Jessica was opened it a crack. "Yes?" she asked.

"Are you... Lauren's mother?" Caine asked in a soft voice.

The door slammed shut, Causing Caine to jerk back in surprise. Then he heard the sound of a chain being disengaged on the other end and the door opened up wide. "You know of my daughter?" she asked, scarcely believing it. "Or you know what happened to her?" When he nodded, he was ushered inside. "Come in! Come in!" she said. "Please! Sit! Tell us what you know!"

Caine looked around the simple but cozy living room. Another woman was there that Caine guessed was a sibling, and an older man that he inferred was Lauren's father. "Uhm... thank you." He said as he sat down on a couch that he was directed to.

"Please," Lauren's father said, leaning forward in his chair to rest his elbows on his knees. "Do you know what happened to our little girl? We've been searching for so long that we've come to expect the worst.

"She's alive and she's safe." Caine said. "She's up in Lincoln." That brought sighs and cries of relief. Lauren's family all held each other as they reveled in the good news. It made Caine feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Lauren's mother came over and gave him a big hug. "Thank you, son." She said, crying on his shoulder. "You truly are a Godsend."

"It's no trouble at all, ma'am, really." Caine said, hugging her back and then breaking away before it got too awkward for him. "I happen to have been down here on business and figured that I'd relay the news."

"You know for sure she's safe? You've talked with her?"

"We're friends," Caine admitted. "She's got a nice job working for the Governor up there. Look, I gotta be out of here soon to head back up north. Preferably before daybreak. Is there something you'd like to send to her? Some message I can give?"

"Yes. Yes!" her father took him by the arm and led her straight to her room. "Please, take some of her clothes and her books. She'll want those for sure. Mary!" he called over his shoulder. "Get a note for our little girl! Tell her..." he paused. "Why Lincoln?" he suddenly asked.

"It was the only safe place for her." Caine said. "She'd been captured by raiders and on her way to Corning when the Lincoln Scouts found her and a few others." He said, supplying as much of the story that he knew. "She won't be able to come back. She has too many enemies here and from what I understand they don't exactly let people back in."

"Mary! Tell Lauren in the note that we'll be moving up in a month!"

"Will do!" his wife's happy voice came back.

Lauren's father clapped Caine on the shoulder. "You'll give her that message, right Mister... uh... what's your name anyway?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," Caine said. "For now; Mister Douglas works."

"Mister Douglas then. Call me Hal."

"Well met, Hal," Caine shook hands with him.

Hal showed Lauren's room to him. "We'd left it the way it had been when she disappeared, hoping she'd come back. Please take whatever you think she'll need until we can pull up stakes here and leave."

Caine eyed him. "I thought that you were some big businessman down here? You can just up and leave like that?"

"Its been hard the last year with Gatling Industries costing me a lot of business ever since Lauren went missing. I tell ya, they think Caine did it and if it was I'd love to buy that man a beer."

"I might hold ya to that..." Caine muttered under his breath as his eyes fell onto a poster that would've made any young lady cream her panties just by looking like it. It was a muscular looking man striking a heroic pose. Hell, muscular didn't do it justice. Ripped was more of the term he was looking for. "Is this really what Caine looks like?" he couldn't help but ask.

"That's what a lot of people think, anyway. No one knows for sure because those that do know aren't saying."

"Hm..." Caine said thoughtfully. "Interesting."

***

CHAPTER 48: Reversals.

It was nearly dawn when Caine stopped off at the Town Hall to leave a gift for Lauren on her doorstep along with two of her suitcases from home. She still wasn't talking to him and he hoped that his gift would give her, at least, some measure of closure. Closure that Caine himself never got in his own situation. He kept to the back halls just so that he'd avoid Henry, got on his bike, and headed to the market for his second stop. The store keeper was irate at first until he saw who it was. Caine apologized to him and paid more than what he needed to for the items that he wanted. The storekeeper assured him that it wasn't a problem and to come back anytime to shop or to fuck his wife and daughters as he counted up the bonus tabs.

Caine wasn't exactly sure if the storekeeper was joking or not.

When he got home, Jessica, as what was becoming usual for them, was ecstatic that he'd returned after another mission and proceeded to jump his bones.

He was finding out more about what she liked and didn't like as each day went by. She enjoyed being totally submissive to his whims and even encouraged him to experiment on her all that he wanted to. Tonight, he was in what he was calling 'Evil Caine' mode like he was on the day he took down Richard Gatling. So, he pinned her up against the nearest wall with a hand on her neck as he reached down to roughly finger her.

And once again he had to admit to himself that owning a woman who was totally willing like this was nice.

Jessica closed her eyes, gasped and cried out as Caine cruelly fingered her hard and fast. He got her nice and wet until she was nearly gushing. Then he reached into the bag of goodies that he purchased to produce a butt plug. He then fucked her with that to get it nice and lubed with her own juices and then bent her over the dining room table. "AHHHHHHH! OOOHHHHH!" she cried out at the top of her lungs as he pushed the plug up her ass. It was a pink faux-jeweled thing but he admired how it looked once it was embedded in the cleft of her buttocks.

He took a step back and rapidly disrobed. His cock stood tall and proud as it saluted his work. Caine grabbed a ball gag from the bag, stepped up to her, and stuffed it into her mouth before latching it in place behind her head. Then he drove his cock into her then grabbed her arms to pin them behind her back as he fucked her hard and deep.

Now that he had her arms pinned, her legs spread and dangling off of the table, and her body effectively triple penetrated, Caine proceeded to fuck her with wanton abandon. He screwed her as hard and as fast as he possibly could. Soon Jessica was just grunting out "Nyngh... nyngh... nyngh..." repeatedly as their skin slapped together. He was pretty sure that she came a minute later as he felt her pussy flutter around his cock and her body shudder while she let out a long, low moan. Then she just rested her head on the table, her body moving back and forth in time to her Master's rapid thrusts.

"Wake up!" Caine playfully snapped at her, slapping her ass. She squealed at the unexpected spank and arched her back. He spanked her again, eliciting the same response. He got into a good rhythm of fucking her and spanking her that she came a second time before Caine finally blew his load deep into her. She let out a long, low moan of pleasure as she came. Once they were both coming down off of their erotic high, he eased her to a kneeling position onto the floor to take care of her.

When he went to take the ball gag out and the handcuffs off, he was shocked when she actually shook her head no and avoided his hands. He paused, looking at her. "You want me to leave it all on you?" She gave him a muffled yes with a bob of her head. He arched his eyebrow, intrigued. "You want to be taken to bed just like this? Plug, cuffs, gag and all?" Another affirmative. "Well, alright then." He said, feeling his cock pool with desire once more. He found it extremely arousing at just the prospect of leading his MILF-Slave to be like this.

By the time he got up to their bedroom, he was hard again. He got out of his clothes, laid Jessica out on the bed, and mounted her. Jessica let out another low groan of pleasure as he took her missionary style with the plug still inside of her and her arms pinned beneath her. He pounded her hard and deep until he came a second time. Despite not getting off again, she still flexed her pussy to give him as much pleasure as possible from his orgasm.

"Yrmh inn mff tomff..." Jessica noted from behind the ball gag once he was laying back and she'd settled her head on his shoulder. Frowning at his inability to understand her, he reached behind her head to undo it. Jessica, still wanting the ball gag in, dodged her head until finally he caught her and undid it anyway. "Why'd you take it out?" she pouted. "I liked having that in and feeling totally owned by you."

"Sorry, but I don't speak ball gag yet," Caine said wryly. "Now, what were you saying?"

"I said that you're in a mood today," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "The last time you were like this was the day you killed Richard."

Caine snorted. "I got Wells today." He said, then glanced out the window where the morning sun was starting to come up. "Well, last night anyway. So, I wonder, does that make me like The Man With The Golden Gun?"

"Who?"

"That's right," Caine rolled his eyes and sighed. "Y'all don't have James Bond anymore. He was a villain who conducted assassinations and had a mistress that he'd screw before and after a hit."

"Hmmm," Jessica hummed as she snuggled in closer in the crook of his arm. "Lucky Lady, then, to be mistress of this James Bond villain."

"What? No... ah forget it." Caine figured it was easier to let her think what she wanted than to try and correct her. After all, she and everyone else thought that he was some kind of demigod. Jessica started snoozing in his arm and his mind couldn't help but drift to what he'd read in Lauren's journals, newspaper clippings, and even her own writings about the legendary Caine. Do people really believe that of me? He wondered. Even Hal had thought so when Caine had asked him about the poster. I don't dare believe it myself or else that'll land me in a heap of trouble... he thought as he too fell asleep.

*

When she woke up and dressed in the morning, Lauren found the large gift wrapped box outside of her door along with a couple of suitcases. She pulled them inside her room and peered into the suitcases first. Her clothes from K.C. were in there. Then she tore open the box and found her books, journals, and her research and writing materials along with a note from her parents saying that they were selling all of their assets and opting for volunteer status in the lottery so that they could all move to Lincoln to be with her. Tears filled her eyes as she read and re-read the letter, clearly written by her mother. Then a single line stood out to her; Be sure to thank your friend, Mister Douglas, for bringing us this happy news...

"Caine..." she whispered his name like it was reverent and a curse at the same time.

The next thing that caught her eye was a photo of Gary Wells, dead on the pavement somewhere, and a late edition K.C. newspaper clipping proclaiming "New CEO of Gatling Industries Murdered by Caine." Her heart flip-flopped as she realized that he'd avenged her old boyfriend for her.

Then she saw what was just under that; an article from her school paper from back in her senior year. She recognized the article as she'd written it. One line was highlighted that she remembered well but she didn't remember highlighting herself. She had no doubt who did. "Caine, whether he is a real person or not, remains an ideal for us all in which this world can be a better place..." she read aloud. Seeing her own words again, a distant reminder from the past of the headstrong, willful, and determined woman that she used to be, rekindled a fire within her that she thought had long since been extinguished.

She'd set out to change the world and got bitch smacked for it. She'd set out to work to protect her family and to keep them in their own home and she saw now that it didn't matter where they lived at so long as they were all together.

Coming to a snap conclusion, Lauren realized that she'd been wrong about some things. Now was the time to act and she knew just where to go to help change the world. Slamming the paper down into the box, Lauren stormed out of the room, down the stairs and into the dining hall where the Baileys were having breakfast. Today was her day off which was why she wasn't helping the staff as normal. "Where is he?" she demanded.

Henry didn't even bother looking up from his newspaper as he sipped his coffee. He held up a set of vehicle keys to one side. "Southside." he said, nonplussed as he gave her the address. "The truck outside is gassed up and ready to go for you. Please tell him I said hi."

"You knew he was here last night?" Lauren demanded as she snatched the keys from him.

"Yup."

"And you knew that I'd do this?"

"Yup... Been waiting for it for some time now. Glad to see the old you back."

"OOooohhh! I hate you right now... sir!" she bit off that last part.

"I can deal with that. Have a nice day," Henry said, shooing her off.

Lauren found the truck with no problem and headed southward towards Caine's house. She found the front door unlocked so she let herself in and stormed up the stairs where she figured his bedroom was at. "CAINE!" she shouted as she stomped up each set. "CAINE! Where are you, you bastard?"

Caine came out of the master bedroom totally naked with his pistol up and at the ready. He lowered it when he saw who it was. "What the fuck is your malfunction, woman?" he demanded.

Instead of answering him, she instead reached up, grabbed his head, and yanked him down to plant the most passionate and loving kiss that she'd ever given anyone in her life. Then, breaking off the kiss, she planted on hand on his chest and pushed him back into the bedroom. He dropped the gun out of shock at her forcefulness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that his slave, Jessica, was lying on the bed with her arms bound behind her back. Lauren didn't care if the older woman watched or not. What mattered now was that she was taking him right here and right now. She backed Caine onto the bed and straddled his hips when he tripped backwards onto it.

"Are you insane, bitch?" Jessica challenged her, starting to sit up.

Lauren spied a ball gag nearby on the bed, snatched it, and shoved it into Jessica's mouth before pushing her back down. "Quiet, slave!" she snapped, having no idea where this all was coming from all of a sudden. She decided to play it out. "Mommy and Daddy are having a conversation!" Much to Lauren's inner shock, Jessica meekly laid back down on the bed on her side to watch.

Caine was starting to rise back up and Lauren grabbed his head, kissed him again, and then followed him down to the bed. "Tell me the truth, Caine," she said in a husky voice, forehead-to-forehead with him. "Do you love me?"

"Fuck if I know..." he admitted, "But I would at least like the opportunity to find out."

"Good answer," she said, kissing him again. She could already feel his hardness rub up against her panties under her skirt. Lauren reached down to pull them to one side and then guided him in, sinking down onto his shaft. "Oh Lord I missed this..." she sighed as he filled her up with his cock. Rising back up, she rode him hard and fast, grabbing his hands to place them on her breasts while she fucked him to oblivion.

*

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Caine asked Lauren later as he spooned her. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

Lauren let out a snort of amusement. He was holding her breast possessively while they talked and waited for Jessica to get lunch ready downstairs for the three of them. After the first round of sex, Caine took over and fucked Lauren to a second orgasm. Then he'd released Jessica and they had a quick threesome before they passed out exhausted. They'd only recently gotten up and Jessica told her 'Master and Mistress' to relax more while she prepared the food. "I guess I just got reminded of who I used to be by a friend of mine." she said, twisting her head to kiss him on the cheek. "This Mister Douglas that I seem to know is quite persistent. Speaking of which; how'd my family take to meeting the legendary Caine in person?"

"They... don't know yet." Caine said. "I figured it best not to tell them."

She laughed. "Oh I SO cannot wait to tell them and see the looks on their faces!" She shifted so that she looked up at him. "So... Caine," she said as if finally acknowledging that he was indeed that man, "You've killed two corrupt businessmen and threw Kansas City into turmoil. What's your next move?"