Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 08

"Don't even think about running," the hard voice on the other end said. "My rifle is trained on you and you'll be dead before you even make it back to the street, let alone your car." To punctuate the point, a red dot from a laser sight lit up his chest. The phone then went dead.

Payne walked as if in a daze, slowly putting one foot in front of another. Everything became surreal as he walked into the building were people were meeting his gaze with a mixture of shock and fear. He went through security where the guards once again had been killed and propped up in their places. Payne wondered what the hell had happened to make his own people just walk around corpses like this without saying anything. He tried to flag down one of his secretaries that he slept with on a regular basis before he sent her home to her husband and even she wouldn't talk to him. "He'll kill me... he'll kill me..." was all she muttered while shaking her head as she went about her work.

"What the hell is going on here?" He demanded at the top of his voice to everyone in the first floor lobby.

The loudspeakers crackled and whined. "Will Mister Payne please report to the head office? Mister Payne to the head office. Tardiness will not be tolerated."

"NO!" Payne shouted at the ceiling. "THIS IS MY BUILDING!" Around him, his employees tried to shush him to silence and get him moving to the elevators. "YOU ALL WORK FOR ME! WHY ARE YOU..."

He never finished that thought as a gunshot echoed over the speakers, making everyone jump. "Attention, attention; Vice President Joshua Monroe is now dead," the voice announced. "Michael Donovan is now hereby promoted to Vice President of the company. Mister Donovan will now report to the head office along with Mister Payne. If I have to hunt either of you down, I will make sure that you suffer. That is all."

"Will you get your ass upstairs, sir!" One of the office couriers said, now panicking. "He's been doing that all morning!"

"Monroe wasn't even a VP!" Payne shouted back at him. "You all are being played! Ladd..."

"Was the first killed, sir," the courier insisted. "Followed by Allen, Dereberry, Spencer, Kugel, and Ross. After he came in and gunned down the guards, he started holding the execs hostages, threatening to kill them if any of us called the cops and threatening to kill them if we didn't go on about our business. Every time we don't do something, he executes a V.P. So please, sir, get your ass up to your damn office before he runs out of people to kill!"

Payne got the idea and when it looked like his own staff were getting ready to shove him into the elevators themselves, he went willingly. When he got to the top floor outside of his office, he found another one of his secretaries sitting there shaking out of shell shock. There was a pile of bodies from the executives just outside of the doors to his office. The guard in the desk opposite the secretary's desk was dead, propped up to look like he was still on duty.

The other elevator that reached to this floor binged as it opened and the newly appointed VP walked out, stiff as a board and pale as a bedsheet. "What's your problem and why are you going along with this?" Payne demanded.

"He knows where we all live..." Donovan said, wide eyed and shaking. "He listed my wife and kids by name, sir, and promised that they'd suffer if I didn't agree to come up here as the next V.P." He shook his head. "I can't risk that, sir."

"Who the fuck is this guy?" Payne wondered as he barged into his office. He saw a man with black hair, a black goatee, sunglasses, wearing a cleric's tunic sitting behind the desk as if he owned it. The man's hands were folded in the air as he rested his elbows on the desk. "Who are you!" Payne demanded.

"You have something that doesn't belong to you," the man said evenly. "I will give you one opportunity to hand her over to me, peacefully, along with any other HuCow in your possession. This is a one-time deal, offer void the moment I hear anything other than 'yes, sir' come out of your mouth."

"I don't negotiate with terrorists!" Payne snapped. Beside him, Donovan flinched and cringed. "Who the hell do you think you are to come in like this and..."

"You know that your wife is a very pretty lady," the man said casually, reaching down and flipping open a photo book. "Married her out of high school, you two were sweethearts growing up, I wonder what she'd look like trussed up on a milking machine?" he wondered out loud.

"You wouldn't dare..." Payne hissed. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Better question; do you know who I am?" the man asked. "I mean, you did know who I was when you sent me that email earlier this week, right? After you raided my apartment here?"

The realization hit him like a freight train and in that moment, he realized that Lauren had indeed told him the truth not even an hour ago. "Caine..." he breathed, now hyperventilating in fear. "Now... look... I... uh... ah... was only joking..."

"She's my little HuCow?" Caine asked rhetorically, "I'm going to be milking her tits dry... Stay out of town... the better man has beaten you..." he quoted from the email. He then took out some photos of the Payne Estate when he got back to D.C. Lauren was tied down spread eagled on the floor while Payne and his men took her one at a time. "Doesn't look like you're joking to me." He stood up.

Payne pulled his sidearm and fired at Caine. The bullets wizzed right by him to impact on the wall behind him. Payne looked at his gun, stupefied, and then up at Caine in amazement. Caine casually walked around the desk and gut punched him, sending Payne to the ground. He then took a Venus Implant syringe out of his pocket and injected it into the back of Payne's neck. "Get up and go take a head dive out the window!" Caine shouted down at him. Unable to control his own body anymore, Payne stood up and walked to the window, howling in protest the entire way until he jumped right through it, plunging seven stories to his death.

Caine looked at Donovan and handed him a card. "You will send me all of your research data on Venus and Mars to this net address and you will send me samples of both to Lincoln out west... President..." he said, emphasizing the new corporate title. "Failure to do so will result in me coming back and torturing your family in ways that you've only heard about in history books while I make you watch. Your daughter is, what, twenty-one? I bet she'd look real good being tied up and hooded while I water board her. Hell, I bet I can even make her get off while I do it. And your wife? Mmm... Damn... With that blonde nineteen fifties stepford wife look you got going for her, I'm picturing her hogtied, triple penetrated, while I flog the skin off of her..."

"No... please... don't" Donovan gurgled, paling visibly.

Caine was in his face pointing at the broken window. "Then don't fuck with me like your former boss did," he hissed. "You screw with me I will come back here, burn the company building down to the ground, I will fuck you, I will fuck your secretaries, I will fuck your wife and daughter, burn your goddamn house to the ground, and then go and find your fucking mother and fuck her as well just because you pissed me off! Have I, in any way, made myself unclear?"

"No, sir," Donovan shook his head rapidly. "You have been perfectly clear."

*

Caine went straight for the Payne Estate where he used his silence sniper rifle to take care of all the guards; systematically putting two rounds through each of them through both heads of their bodies. He took a perverse pleasure in shooting out their cocks, watching them drop to the ground in agony, before then putting them out of their misery with a shot between the eyes. After the close call back at the Pharmaceuticals building where his doctored cleric's vest saved his life by magnetically deflecting the bullets that Payne lit him up with, he figured he was entitled to a little indulgence. "I'm getting better at this whole merc-vigilante gig..." Caine quipped as he then got the canister launcher out of his golf bag and fired knockout gas through every other window. Once the place was filling up and the occupants started dropping, Caine donned a gas mask and went inside as causal as if he were shopping for groceries.

Inside he found the two girls from the cryo vault with ease followed by Lauren. He trussed all three of them up and hooded them for the trip, stacking them on a flat push cart that he'd found for the milking machines like firewood. Then, just because he was feeling vindictive, evil, and the fact that the so-called 'Breeder Act' allowed him to do so, he took Payne's wife, Desiree. It was called the Humanity Protection Act of 2075 in which any fertile women of breeding age could be taken, purchased, and owned for the sole purpose of making children to make sure that the human race continued on. Since his intention was to make sure that Mira, Demi, and Lauren's unborn children would make it to maturation, he could take them easily. Desiree was now officially widowed with no male protector and she was of childbearing age. She was fair game according to the law now. It would also send the message loud and clear; Caine was coming and hell was coming with him so hide your kids and hide your wife.

Since there were only four women for this trip, Caine had plenty of room in the passenger van for them. So, he had configured the van so that all of the seats were in the down, cargo configuration. He covered the floor of the van with puffy blankets and oft pillows and laid the women out side by side. Caine wheeled them all out as if he were going out on a stroll. People gaped at him in open shock and surprise as he cordially greeted them with a smile as if this were an everyday thing. Some got on their phones to take pictures, vid him, or even call the police who would not get there in time as they were too busy at Payne Pharmaceuticals now investigating his last hit. By the time the cops did get there, Caine was already in Western Maryland driving through the Rocky Gap.

***

CHAPTER 85: Starting the Herd.

Lauren moaned as she woke up, yawning and stretching on the comfortable bed she was on. The first thing she noticed is that she wasn't in the barracks. Where was she at, exactly? If she didn't know better, she'd swear that she was in the brothel in Lincoln but the room was wrong; they'd knocked out a wall to join two different rooms, making one side into an apartment and the other into a pleasure room of some sorts? She blinked as one whole wall of the pleasure room half of the suite was a window that gave people out in the wide hallway a good look in. There was a divider wall between the living area and the pleasure area for some amount of personal privacy. As she looked around, her eyes settled on Caine at the small kitchenette table who was reading through various newspapers from Lincoln to the East Coast. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said as he looked up when she sat up.

"Where are we?" she groaned, holding her head. "What happened? Why am I still naked? How long have I been out?"

"You've been out for two days now. We're back home in Lincoln and I knocked you out with canister gas along with the three others that I brought back with us. They should be waking up soon as well. You're naked because I like seeing you naked," He grinned, getting up and bringing some coffee over to her. He sat on the bed beside her as she sipped at the coffee, feeling the caffeine course through her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, suddenly serious.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the hurt and worry there along with a touch of anger, bitterness, and resentment. Her resolve from the past week crumbled and she burst into tears. "I am sorry! I am so sorry! I thought that I could get the jump on him. I thought that I was being careful but... I messed up."

"Yeah..." he softly agreed sounding as hurt as he looked, "you did." He let out a long, drawn out breath. "You know, out of all the people that I've slept with so far since coming out of cryo, you're probably the only person that I actually wanted to get pregnant and raise a family with?" He shook his head. "But I respected your wishes and did everything you wanted to not get you knocked up. Now that's gotta wait."

Lauren felt a pit of dread deep down in her stomach. "No... please... don't break up with me..." she begged him, tears welling up in her eyes.

He gave her a funny look and shook his head. "I'm not going to break up with you, hun, but I can't have you traveling with me anymore. Until I can figure out a way to remove that Venus Implant from the back of your head, you're a liability to both me and yourself. What's going to happen next time if I'm away from you and a guy just simply demands that you go with him? You're going to follow him like a puppy whether or not you actually want to go with him. Then there's a question about your kid..." he pointed at her belly.

Despite the fact that she didn't want to get pregnant to begin with, Lauren covered her abdomen with her hands protectively. "I'm not going to have an abortion!" she blurted out. "But I'm not sure that I can live with it either," she let out a huff of air. "I don't know... I don't know what to do!" she wailed, tears of frustration coming now.

"Well, that's commendable that you want to carry to term. I can get with Henry and see if there's anyone around who wants to adopt," Caine said with a nod of approval. "Just to keep your options open. In the meantime, this suite is yours," he said, sweeping his hand over the renovated rooms. "This is the first one they've remodeled. I'm putting you into the HuCow herd here at the brothel under Nadine and Marty's supervision. You're going to go back to your old job of writing news articles here while entertaining during the night with the additional duty of being milked twice a day."

Lauren gaped at him. "Have you stopped to ask what I want to do in all of this?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I did, and that's what got us here, Lauren!" Caine snapped at her. "This is the only way I can keep you safe. What do you think Payne would've done had he known who I was? You think that you'd still be living?"

It was cold, hard logic and Lauren could only agree with him. It didn't make it hurt any less, though.

*

Later that day, Lauren, along with Mira, Demi, and (to her surprise) Payne's wife Desiree, met with Nadine, Pearl, and the others of the herd. Desiree, they found out, had been injected with a Venus Implant by Caine as she'd woken up. "Where is Caine now?" Lauren asked, having not seen him since their fight when she'd woke up.

Nadine grimaced. "He's already left for Des Moines and then heading back to D.C.," she said sympathetically. "He didn't tell you?"

"No," Lauren shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as it hit her just how much she'd screwed up. While he might be content to date her still, she was no longer in his confidence.

"What about me?" Desiree asked in her snobbish demeanor. "Why am I even here? To play naked HuCow with the rest of you? Where are my clothes?"

"Well gee, I dunno, maybe because you're being punished by Caine like I am?" Lauren snapped at her, wiping her face the best she could. "I fucked up and you stood by while your husband took and ravished the three of us," she said, indicating Mira and Demi in between them.

"Enough!" Marty bellowed from the doorway as he came in and glared at them all. "Nadine is running this show and I'm not going to have any lip from you all. You might be able to cackle amongst yourselves but thanks to those implants of yours, you have to follow orders from a man. So here's mine: No more fighting amongst yourselves. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," All fourteen of them chorused at once under his stern tone and equally stern glare. Lauren, for her part, took a deep, calming breath and reorganized her thoughts to prepare herself to her new role in life.

*

Weeks went by and Nadine finally cut the ribbon on what she named the new Lincoln Bunny Ranch with gentleman's entertainment, breeding services, adoption services, and milking services. The renovations were complete as the first fourteen apartments and pleasure suites on the first floor each had a girl from the herd in it for them to live and entertain guests in. She and Caine had been traveling back and forth to Des Moines in between his bouts out to D.C. over the past three months, securing what they needed. They were due to go back at the end of the month to find the first round of volunteers of HuCows to come from Des Moines.

Nadine was now three months pregnant with Caine's child although she wasn't showing yet. Due to her bigger frame and curvy body, it'd be at least another two to three months when she started to show. She still wasn't sure if she was going to keep the baby or give it to a loving family for adoption since her duties as the Ranch Overseer kept her busy during the day and entertaining clients kept her busy during the night. There wasn't any shortage of potential parents, that was for sure, as they already had a waiting list for adoptions since many of the herd were already pregnant and a lot of those babies were spoken for.

After the ribbon cutting ceremony, Nadine left her private quarters that she shared with Pearl as they had faced facts and became a couple. Pearl was a few more months along than Nadine was and due to her smaller frame, was already showing. Their suite had been converted to combine four rooms into one huge one. The two adjacent rooms in the center had been converted into one huge apartment with two pleasure rooms on either side of it; one for Pearl and one for Nadine. Occasionally, they agreed, they might entertain clients together but they'd still have their respective workplaces so that they weren't constantly on top of one another.

The curtain went up in Nadine's pleasure suite and she gave the assembled men and women outside a dazzling smile. People had come from all of the neighboring settlements, nearby towns, traders passing thought, and even from as far out as the Kansas City, Des Moines, Sioux, and Minneapolis-Saint Paul Habs for this grand opening. Word had spread that Lincoln was on the verge of becoming a Hab city of its own and that Caine was protecting it. Raiders were either being killed off in droves or they were seeing the writing on the wall and enlisting in the Lincoln Scouts if nothing else than to avoid Caine's wrath. She'd even heard that there were delegates from the newly formed Colorado Coalition in attendance tonight.

Already, thanks to the computers installed outside, people were tipping her room credits which, in turn, were going as revenue for the Bunny Ranch. Nadine strutted her stuff for her audience and two men were already entering the man-trap to get their RadRoot inoculation before being allowed into the suite. She greeted them warmly as they entered with a big hug and a kiss before asking them what they wanted. They directed her to the bed where the dark-brown haired man sat with his back to the headboard, asking for a tit-job and a blowjob at the same time. Nadine moaned, going down on him immediately, sucking his cock. At the same time, she hefted her massive tits and lifted them up and down on either side of his manhood every time she drew back up. At the same time, the redheaded man mounted her and took her from behind.

All this was done in front of the open curtain so that others could watch, tip, and bid on her to be next in line.

Nadine covertly flicked her own nipples while she was holding her breasts, stimulating them as the men had their way with her. When the redheaded man blew his load into her, she shuddered in ecstasy, her own orgasm being triggered by the Venus Implant. They then traded spaces and she sucked on the redhead while the brown-haired man then plowed her from behind with the same results.