Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 08

One way or another, Caine would live forever.

This was the first experiment; a cocktail consisting Viagra, Clomid, a pheromone enhancer called Lust, an extract of RadRoot for STD prevention, and something new that had been developed since the so-called flare hit called Seeder that theoretically countered the contraceptive powers of RadRoot. Seeder had fallen out of practice because the people developing it had since passed and the pharmaceuticals plant fell into disarray. He called the cocktail 'Orion' after the scantily clad Orion Slave Girls that he watched on Star Trek back in the day.

He took the vial of Orion out, shook it, and downed it in one gulp while Nadine was still out of it. If his calculations were correct, he'd be rock hard and pumping out swimmers in record pace. He should be able to go at it for four hours at the most. If he couldn't get the longevity and youth restoration program up and running that he had planned, then his backup plan was to spread his seed far and wide for another program that he was setting up.

"Fuuuuuuuck..." Caine breathed as he felt the fire go from his throat straight down to his groin as the cocktail took immediate effect. His pupils dilated and his senses became hypersensitive. Every hair on his body seemed to stand on end with goose bumps raising up on his skin. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the pheromones now in the air wafting from Nadine. He felt every inch of her skin on his. His cock went rock solid at once and his balls felt suddenly heavy. The need to breed overtook his mind and he proceeded to fuck Nadine hard and fast all over again.

"Already?" Nadine moaned in surprise. "How is this possible?" she groaned as his cock pistoned in and out of her. "Oh God!" she cried out.

Caine put his hand around her throat and looked her in the eyes. She looked back at him with renewed submission and vulnerability in hers; the look of prey who knew who her betters were. "Did you want me to breed you or not?" he growled.

"Yes... Master..." she breathed huskily.

"Then shut up and take my seed, wench."

"Yes, Master!" she cried out as Caine fucked her to another hard and fast orgasm when he blew his second load into her.

*

"You're back late," Lauren noted over her shoulder with amusement when Caine trudged into their hotel room in downtown Washington D.C. a block off of The Mall. She was working hard on her laptop computer, gathering information for her man while

"I'm still fucking horny..." Caine moaned as he closed and locked the door behind him, looking at the love of his life with a predatory look. "Orion is working better than expected, we're going to have to back off the Viagra and Seeder amounts a bit." He said as he took his suit off.

"How well?" Lauren asked, looking up from her work and turning in her chair. "Holy Fuck, Caine!" she gasped when she saw his raging hard-on. "Didn't you drink that cocktail just a just few hours ago?"

"Five," he confirmed, stalking over to her. "Five hours and I fucked that breeder of Spicer's into unconsciousness. I lost track of how many times I've cum tonight and my body still wants more." He got right up to her as she stood, backing her up against the nearest window to sit her up against sill to take her. He reached under her skirt and ripped her panties off and roughly parted her legs, driving his cock up into her.

"AHHHHH!" Lauren screamed as she was suddenly penetrated. She wrapped her arms and legs around her lover for support as he started fucking her hard and deep. "Just... don't cum... not... in... my... pussy..." she grunted with every thrust. "Take my... OH... ass... or something." With the plans that they had, they couldn't afford for her to get pregnant just yet. Sure, one day she'd bear children for him, but not yet. So until he came off of the effects of Orion, she wouldn't let him cum inside of her pussy even with her being on RadRoot. She was close to ovulating, provided she hadn't already started, and didn't want to take the chance.

"Dammit..." Caine hissed in pain in the middle of fucking her hard and fast. He was already on the verge of blowing and had to clamp down to keep from doing it. "You know how hard it is to stop in the middle of an orgasm, woman? And how much if fucking hurts?" When he had his cock lubed up from her juices and from some of his cum already dribbling out of the head, he pulled out of her and slowly pushed up into her ass. Lauren groaned deeply, body shuddering, as she felt him push inside of her back passage. She dropped one hand down between them to finger herself while he finished up. By the time he was pumping his load up her butt, she was screaming from her own orgasm.

***

CHAPTER 80: The Attack

A week later, all the slaves in the basement were woken up to gunfire and a lot of it. Pearl looked upwards in her cube as if she could see where the shots were coming from. Unfortunately, as her sleeping cube had no windows in it, she was unable to tell what was going on except that the shots were getting louder and coming more frequently.

She'd been cooped up in her cube for the entire time since she shamed Master in front of Mister Douglas. Nadine had a glow about her as she'd picked up the slack when Pearl had fainted. "It's a shame, too," Nadine had told her the next day after during their milking session, "He was a lovely fuck and I hope that he impregnated me. Such potent seed." They still had a week to go to find out of Nadine conceived or not even though she was convinced that she was pregnant. After all, the man had somehow miraculously gone for five hours straight pumping load after load into her fertile womb until she'd passed out.

But now that seemed to be a moot point as it sounded like the building was under attack. Around Pearl, other slaves were just as agitated as some of them were shouting through the walls trying to figure out what was going on. "Pearls! PEARLS!" Nadine was shouting as she pounded frantically on the thin wall between their cubes. "Are you still over there?"

"I-I'm here!" Pearl responded. "What's going on?"

"I think it's a raider attack... I think... although I've never heard of one ever happening here before!" Nadine responded. "Everyone remain calm and don't resist whoever comes down here! They won't hurt us! We're too valuable."

*

Caine and Lauren, clad in black jumpsuits and armed with .9mm Pistols, invaded the Spicer Mansion, gunning down anyone who rose up to counter them. They had enough on Spicer and his household to not feel the least bit guilty about doing this. When he caught sight of the slave pens in the basement last night when he broke into the place, that had been the proverbial last straw for him. If they'd been there willingly, fine. If they'd been given decent accommodations, fine. But keeping them cooped up with nowhere to go and on a schedule that kept them from doing anything? He was surprised that any of them could speak, let alone form coherent thoughts and sentences.

Granted, some of the senior members of Spicer's little breeding harem were rotated out to play Mistress of the House, but that was after spending months in virtual solitary confinement. What's more, Spicer and his household openly gloated about the fact that they were skirting the law set forth while reaping the rewards.

It was time to clean house.

They systematically moved through the house, gunning down guards and Spicer's friends who supported him in his illegal activity. Caine was proud that Lauren had been paying attention during his training sessions and was now handling her weapon like a pro. They saved Spicer for last, dragging him out of his closet where he was hiding at and killed him execution style.

"Alright," Caine said when they were done. "Let's go get the girls."

*

The gunfire finally stopped, punctuated with two last shots before descending into eerie silence. The girls all huddled in their little rooms, wondering what was going to happen next. Then they heard the door to the stairs up slide open. A buzzer sounded and the doors to their sleeping cubicles slid open. Pearl looked at the now open door hesitantly and then backed away, unsure of who was out there. "EVERYONE OUT!" a man's voice, sounding vaguely familiar, shouted.

That spurred Pearl and everyone else into action. There was one figure clad all in black with a mask, a man, grabbing Nadine by the arm and putting her up against the wall next to the open door. Another figure in black with a mask, a woman judging by the bumps in the chest area, was moving to the other side of the room to round up the other women breeders. She was shouting orders for them to move and get in line. Being the trained slaves that they were, they all complied. Pearl, under the direction of the man, fell into line behind Nadine, shaking in fear. The man turned them both to face the wall with their foreheads resting against it and their wrists crossed behind their backs. Even Lily and Leanna were put into the lineup further down the wall.

There were ten of them in all. The two mysterious strangers then went down the line, one of them throwing a hood over their heads while then looping a chain from one collar to the next. The other handcuffed the girls in the cross handcuffs that kept their wrists crossed in an X. Uncertain as the strangers got closer, Pearl risked a sideways look at Nadine, who was just as frightened as she was. "Be Brave, baby," Nadine told her, mustering up a smile. Pearl gave her a pained look and a forced smile a moment before the hood was thrown over her head and her wrists were cuffed behind her back.

"Stand up straight!" the man barked a minute later. "Turn left, and walk slow!" Pearl felt her collar being tugged as Nadine started walking in front of her. Unable to do anything else, Pearl fell into step as they were led away to who knew where.

***

CHAPTER 81: Change of Scenery.

Pearl felt herself being put into the very backseat of a long van, judging by the two rows of seats she brushed past, where she was squeezed in between Nadine and the girl who'd been in the cell to her left, a plump girl with short cropped red hair who went by the name of Bunny. As far as she could tell, it was just the three of them in a back seat and she heard three more being shuffled into a seat ahead of them. The van jostled a bit more, and Pearl figured that another three were being put into the very front passenger seat. Then the door slid closed, sealing them inside. She heard the driver's door open and close just before the engine started. Was the tenth girl even in the van with them? Was this everyone?

They drove for some time, occasionally stopping so that their captors could feed them, give them water, and let them relieve themselves. All the time lining them up on the side of the road to do this before walking them around to stretch their legs. Then it was back into the van for more driving. The entire time, the hoods were kept over their heads, lifting up only for them to get food and water. Pearl slept most of the time and reflected that this was at least more comfortable than the initial ride she'd taken in the back of a truck.

She jerked awake, her head coming up off of Nadine's shoulder with a start. The van doors were sliding open and they were being herded out again. This time, when her bare feet touched the ground, she felt smooth, cold concrete. She heard Bunny's chain being attached to someone ahead of her. They all stood there in silence. They were all trained not to say anything in a situation like this. After all; what was the point? They couldn't do anything about their situation. They were just passing from one owner to another.

Pearl was surprised when her hood was pulled off. She blinked, her eyes readjusting to the light after being under the hood for, what, hours? Days? What shocked her was the fact that she recognized the man in the black tactical suit, now with his mask off. "Mister Douglas?" she gasped.

Behind her, Nadine gasped as well. "Mister Douglas, is that you?" she asked cautiously. Now all the women were looking at him now that they had the name of their captor.

He smiled and let out a harrumph of amusement. "That was just my cover. Come with me," he grabbed the lead chain from the girl at the front, Leanna, from the looks of it from where Pearl was at. They all fell into step and followed him up the stairs and into a spacious room with plush furniture and soft carpeting. He then went down the line, one by one, taking their chain leads off, their collars off, and their handcuffs off before directing them to find a place to sit.

Pearl immediately curled up on a couch next to Nadine and Bunny snuggled up next to her. Lily and Leanna were huddled together on a lounge chair. The others took seats, either pairing up or sitting in threes around the room.

Mister Douglas took a seat in a chair by the stone fireplace and swept his gaze over the room. "You're now in Lincoln, a good twenty hours west from D.C. 'Mister Douglas' is merely my cover name. I am known best as Caine."

A ripple of shock went through the room. Even Nadine gasped in shock and fright and Pearl wondered what the deal was as she looked around, confused. "Who is Caine?" she whispered at Nadine.

"The most infamous raider ever to live and he just snatched us out from under everyone in our nation's capital, Pearls," Nadine whispered back.

"Just Pearl," Caine corrected Nadine.

"What?"

"Her real name is Pearl of the insanely wealthy Iowa Alboros family," Caine said. "Daughter of one of the richest families who helped build the Des Moines Hab Shield. Married to Jeffery Mogel, son of THE richest family who tried to build the Omaha Hab Shield just before the Flare hit earth. Sadly, the shield wasn't completed in time and they were forced into the nearby cryo survival vault," he explained.

Pearl gaped at him. "How do you know all that?"

"He's Caine!" Bunny piped in. "He knows everything!"

"In this case," Caine held up a hand for them to be quiet, "her family, what's left of them and new descendants thereof, in Des Moines found out that she'd survived and that she'd been sold on the auction block. They found out that I'd come back from my self-imposed exile and had been hanging out here for the past few months and so asked me to go get her back for them and to bring her home."

That gave Pearl a sinking feeling and she burrowed into Nadine. After losing Jeffry and being sold, she'd grown attached to Nadine and didn't want to leave her side. "What if I want to stay?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"I know it's a lot to take in right now," Caine admitted. "The mayor and his wife will set you up in quarters here until you figure out what you want to do and how you want to live your lives." He pointed at Nadine. "You, I want to talk with in private right now, if you please?"

*

"What right do you have to take us from a life that we loved?" Nadine demanded of him the moment they were in an office alone together. Caine or no, she was going to go mother bear on him on behalf of her herd. "We were cared for! We had a purpose! We had shelter, food, water! We were giving back in the form of milk from our bodies to feed others!" she shouted at him.

"You lived in a cubicle that you could barely stretch out in. I've seen prison cells more humane than those things. Your milk was being pumped from your bodies and drained right into the sewers," Caine replied calmly, unslinging his backpack and pulling a file from it. He opened it and put it onto the desk next to them before sitting down. "Spicer, your former owner, was taking the money from the government and giving nothing back in return. He was getting rich off of the subsidies for milking you all but never bottled it up for delivery to the plants for processing. The only thing he ever did give to anyone was your children that were bred into you all. He whored you all out to the city of D.C. and when fathers were identified, the children were given to them to raise. "

Nadine stared down at the evidence that Caine had and gaped at it. Her entire life she'd been lied to. Master had assured her that her children went to good, loving parents when in reality it just went to whoever had gotten lucky. She'd been told that her milk was saving babies everywhere when in reality it was just dumped out like toilet and drain water. Her reality crumbled and she cried in dismay at how her entire life was a farce.

"So, tell me, was what you said in D.C. when I had you true?" Caine asked after a while.

"What?" Nadine asked, looking up with her tear streaked face.

"You told me you wanted to run a farm of your own as the Mistress. Is that true?"

"Uhm... yeah... it was." Nadine sniffled as she admitted it. "It's been a dream of mine to do that but I never thought it could happen because I was a slave."

"There's already a brothel here in town but a lot of the ladies there are leaving for other ventures ever since I came back and told them all they had a choice," Caine said. "Its large enough to suit your needs and can be easily converted and expanded upon to be a breeding and milking facility under your care."

"Are you serious?" Nadine asked and he nodded. "But we would need a whole staff; nurses, doctors, handlers... that doesn't even get into the amount of machinery that is needed to milk us." With that thought, she absently rubbed her aching breasts. They were full and needed to be drained.

"We have some units here already to help with those mothers who are already pregnant. We got them on trade from the New Colorado Coalition. We can get more from the Des Moines Hab along with more women, willing women who want to do this for a living, and support staff. After I return Pearl to them, they'll be so indebted to me that they might just hand the city over," he explained with a half joking grin. He then turned serious. "Tell me what you need and I can make it happen."

Of that, Nadine had no doubt. "All ten of us are going to need to be milked as we're all producing. Even Pearls... er... Pearl," she told him. "Me and Leanna can take the lead of our herd as we're usually the dominants when Master and his men weren't around. But... well... I'd like someone to be submissive to eventually. I like being the Alpha Female but I'm still a sub at heart. At any rate... my ideal area would be sufficient rooms for us to move about in, access to each other's rooms so that we can play together more, a bigger communal area, our own showering and toilet facilities would be a godsend..." she said, ticking off everything that she'd envisioned in her own dairy farm.

Caine was nodding as he took notes on a pad. "Mmm hm... Mmm hm... go on..." Buoyed by the fact that he was taking her serious, Nadine did; listing out every bit of equipment, every sex toy, every comfort that she could come up with to make her herd as pampered as possible and to ensure that they'd be well taken care of. When she was finished, Caine picked up the phone on the desk and pressed a number. "Hey, Henry, I got a list for you and a lot of it can be taken care of immediately but I'm going to need to go shopping for the rest. Here's what we can do to the brothel to begin with..."

*

A half hour later under the night sky, Nadine, Pearl, and the herd were being taken to the old hotel that had been turned into a brothel. "It's a work in progress," Caine was telling them as he led them through the double doors, "but it's workable. This is Marty; he runs the brothel and will oversee the operations along with you, Nadine."

"Pleasure to meet you all," Marty, the short, geeky looking man with scruffy red hair smiled at them as he adjusted his glasses. He fell into step with Caine as they headed up the stairs. "We have the top floor sequestered off for you; ten rooms all in a row. At your request, right now we have the ten milking machines setup in the communal VIP lobby up there. Its only temporary until we can get enough people here to do the proper renovations," he explained.