Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 15

With that, John and Val smiled and waved to the crowd once more while the crowd chanted their family name as they headed back inside the manor.

Once inside, they took the baby back to Vina to rest and nurse before retiring to the master bedroom. Val was on him in an instant, pressing her body to his and kissing him passionately. "The fact that you can make a crowd eat out of your hands like that drives me wild," she moaned while gyrating against him. "Fuck me hard, baby."

John smiled and pushed her back onto the bed. Val clambered backwards, slipping out of her dress while John unbuttoned his shirt, tossed it aside, and undid his pants, whipped out his cock, and descended upon his wife. Val spread her legs wide for him, reaching down to spread her pussy open to receive his cock. She was already wet since she got off on having power. John slid into her tightness easily, planting one hand alongside of her body and grabbing her neck with the other. Val moaned helplessly underneath of him, closing her eyes and throwing her head back while John held her neck and started fucking her. "Mmmmm... yes... darling... fuck me like you're going to put a baby in me..."

"That might be possible," John said with a smile. Val looked up at him questioningly even as he continued to pump his hips into hers. "I've been reading about this company out in the D.C. area that made something called a Venus Elixir. It's supposed to make even the most barren of women become fertile and I've heard rumor that Caine had even gotten a hold of it and has been knocking up women left and right. If he can use it, then so can I."

John leaned into her and whispered into her ear. "When we march on Washington and are living in the White House, we'll be more powerful than Caine and then I can actually fuck a baby into this belly of yours like you've always wanted."

"Ooohhhhh Goooooood," Val moaned as she came at once from him talking like that.

*

Five months later, John was able to procure a vial of Venus Elixir. It was actually a neural implant that stimulated the brain and induced lactation and ovulation. Supposedly, it overcame any problems of a woman being barren. But before he used it on Val, he wanted to test it first. His test subjects were going to be Vina, of course, and a new slave that he just bought at the auction; a bronze-skinned beauty named Natalia who'd been confirmed as to not being able to bear children. She'd been off of RadRoot since it was determined by doctors that she was unable to ovulate.

Perfect.

With Val off watching the baby, John had Vina and Natalia kneeling side-by-side in the master bedroom at the foot of the bed. Vina was ready to bear him another child while Natalia looked morose and resigned to her fate. John stroked her cheek reassuringly. "Don't worry, my dear, you can ask Little Vina here, I am a good and loving master who will take care of you for the rest of your days. All I need you to do is help me test this implant here." With that, he used the injector to shoot it into the base of her neck in the back. Natalia let out a husky breath at once as it immediately took effect.

Vina was practically bouncing up and down on her knees like a happy little puppy as she waited for her injection. John came over, patted her on the head, and injected her as well in the same spot. Vina's eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned deeply as the feeling of euphoria swept over her. "Ohhh... Master..." she moaned. "I'm ready for you... take me... please..."

"All in good time, my pet," John said, patting her on the head again. He put the injector aside and walked back up to the girls, standing between them. He was already naked and hard as a rock, having anticipated doing this test all day. "Suck on me, girls, at the same time." Vina hopped into action on his left, taking his cock into her mouth and pumping her head back and forth a few times before pulling back to let Natalia have a turn. Natalia looked up at John submissively but hummed with pleasure as she gave him a few blows. John smiled at her, running his hand through her long, straight, brown hair as she sucked him off. Then he pulled her off and had them both run their mouths up and down his shaft at the same time while they kissed. He always loved that feeling of having two women on his cock at once.

Once he was ready to blow, he instructed Natalia to get down onto all fours. She did as she was told and he jammed his cock into her body as deep as it would go, making her grunt in the process. Vina came up behind him to stroke his cock, play with his chest, and kiss the back of his neck while he fucked Natalia. John moaned with pleasure as his cock pumped in and out of the tightness of his new breeding slave. "Ohhhh... My... God..." Natalia squeaked as her body started to shake. "What... what is happening to me?"

John paused for a moment, leaning over to wrap his hands around Natalia's belly, feeling her up around where her legs met her torso on either side of her womb. He smiled when he felt her body twitching in those locations. "You're ovulating, that's what is happening," he said with glee as he then slid his hands down to her hips and pounded her as hard and as deep as he could go. A few thrusts later and he was unleashing a torrent of cum into her. Natalia's body shook even more as she joined him in the orgasm, riveted into place before finally slumping to the floor, spent.

Leaving her there, John then whirled on Vina. He was still hard and horny, probably from the second-hand pheromones that were wafting off of both girls from the Venus Elixir. He tackled her, shoving his cock that was still wet with Natalia's juices into her. Vina yelped with pleasure as she was quickly penetrated, wrapping her arms and legs around her master to keep him close. She wanted to get every drop of his seed into her to carry another baby for him.

He fucked her hard and fast. Vina grunted and squeaked with every thrust into her body. "Ahh... Ahh... ahhhhh..." she came even before her master did, not that he ever minded that. Then she came again when she felt his hot cum gush into her. She never got tired of that feeling as her mind went blank from the intense pleasure, wishing she could be like that forever.

A few months later, Natalia and Vina were both confirmed as being pregnant. The Venus Elixir worked.

It was now time to move on to the final phase of John's plan.

***

CHAPTER 149: The March on Washington

President Charles Sullivan moaned with pleasure as he twisted his head to make out with his wife, while he pumped his cock in and out of their breeding slave, Emily. Emily was down on all fours, hands gripping the bedsheets, groaning in heat as her Master and Mistress bred her for the third time in her life. Sullivan groaned as he came deep inside of her in the most recent attempt to impregnate her. They were sure that she was already knocked up, but it was fun to try anyway.

No sooner was he spent then a bunch of Secret Service Agents burst into the room, most taking up defensive positions while three more came for Sullivan, his wife, and his slave. "It's not safe here anymore, Mister President. The White House is being stormed!"

"WHAT?" Sullivan demanded as he was ushered off of the bed and a robe thrown around him. "HOW?"

"No warning whatsoever. The streets had been quiet and then BOOM, everyone is out and coming here!" Another agent, a woman, said.

Gunfire coupled with the sickening sound of the front double doors of the Residence being pounded in reached their ears. The shouts of angry men and women rose in a cacophony of noise as the diplomatic reception room had been breached. Sullivan and his women were now hastily putting on clothes in preparation to run... but to where? Where could they go? If the streets of D.C. were filled with people, there was nowhere to run to. Missy and Emily gathered on either side of him, both seeking refuge under his arms as the gunfire and the mob got closer and closer to them.

But then they halted just outside of the master bedroom in the west sitting hall. Sullivan wondered why they stopped all of a sudden. It was as if they had been commanded to wait or something. He craned his head this way and that to see out past the agents at the door who stood ready to give their lives for him even against overwhelming odds. Finally, a man came through as the crowd parted. "Hello? Mister President? I'm Governor John Lincoln Hancock of the Charleston, West Virginia Hab. You've been wanting an audience with me?"

"Hancock?" Sullivan blinked in surprise. The man had been installed as Governor months ago but had rebuffed his invitations to come to D.C. for the customary visit for whatever reason. Now he was here at the head of a mob? "What is the meaning of this?"

"Can you tell your agents to stand down, please? I don't relish getting shot the moment I come through those doors," John replied casually. "No more have to die tonight."

"First you tell me what gives you the right to stir up the people to storm my home!" Sullivan shouted.

"It's a revolution, Mister President," John said with a weary sigh. "And I didn't need to stir the people up. They were already like this. All I had to do was show them the way. Now are you going to save the lives of your agents or am I going to have to kill them?"

After a long moment, Sullivan let out a long breath. He nodded to his agents. "Stand down," he said at long last.

"SIR?" the Agent by the door looked at him incredulously.

"I said stand down!" Sullivan snapped. "They're obviously here for me and if I can at least save your lives then I'll do it." Reluctantly, the agents all holstered their weapons and rose their hands in surrender. John was then through the door with all of his confederates filling in to take the agents out while keeping Sullivan, Missy, and Emily in the room.

John smiled at him as he walked up. "Good choice," he said. "Now keep on making good choices and you will live to see tomorrow." With that, he pulled a pistol and aimed it right at Sullivan's head.

Caine's words from so long ago came back to Sullivan. It's not your country. It's the people's country. It belongs to the people, and you need to remember that; Of the People, By the People, For the People. And if the people are upset then the people will remove you from your cushy office.

It looks like that day has now come to pass.

Sullivan swallowed hard as he looked down the barrel of John's gun. "Are you going to kill me?" He asked in a hollow voice. He then let out a long breath. "If you are, then at least let my wife, slaves, and children go. They have no quarrel with you."

John quirked a smile. "You had Caine kill my friend, Justin. Then you sent him after the rest of us in the BSR. So why shouldn't I kill the lot of you?" he asked. "Thankfully, for you, I have a better solution. What you're going to do is install me as Vice President and then you're going to leave town and retire, leaving me in charge to succeed you as per the Constitution.

"This is a coup! I have an heir," Sullivan weakly protested. His eyes then went wide with fright as his breath caught. "You haven't done anything with my other two girls and the children, have you?"

"They're fine. I'm not a monster despite what you might think of me. I have no desire to kill innocent children as they're the future of our world. But, as to your son being your heir, that will no longer be the case once I am President. My son will be," John clarified. "Not that I am ever going to utilize that law, mind you. Hereditary power will be over under my administration as well that despicable outlaw, Caine." John smiled at Sullivan's wide-eyed gasp. "Oh yes, I plan on throwing the full weight of the American Military at him to see if he really bleeds or not."

Now Sullivan was amused. "I tried that already, he killed a thousand of my troops, remember?" he snorted.

"Well, we'll see if my leadership is better than yours is. Now get your ass to the Oval Office. You have papers to sign before you pack up and leave town."

"Where the hell are we going to go?" Sullivan challenged him.

Now it was John's turn to be amused. "Run... run west... run to the wastes... to your friend, Caine," he said evilly. "And when you get to him. Tell him to call me. I'll be waiting."

*

After the Sullivans were gone, John met his people out on the front lawn of the White House. True to his word, he had his most trusted people see the Sullivans out of town where they'd escort them all the way to the Mississippi River. After that, they'd be on their own to head west to find whatever rock Caine was hiding under. "My Fellow Americans! Today is a day for you as we have ended the long-standing Sullivan Regime!" he announced with his fists in the air. It was a speech that he had long prepared as ever so slowly over the months taking over Charleston Hab, he'd been spreading the propaganda through D.C. so that when he moved, the people of the city were with him. They were ready for change and now that he was in charge, change would come.

It also helped that he'd been here before, first as a member of the Brothers of the Second Revolution and he already knew the people. This day was a long time in coming.

Once he was done, and the celebration was dying down, John headed into the Residence, heading up to the master bedroom where he'd just ousted the Sullivans mere hours before. Val was there waiting for him, naked and stretched out like a cat. John noted with amusement that there were still wet spots on the sheets from where Sullivan was fucking his wife and slave before they'd busted in. No wonder Val was so hot and bothered. She was in the bed where some of the most powerful people in the world had slept and now she was, in a way, cucking Sullivan as he left the city in disgrace.

John pulled an injector out of his pocket and showed it to her. "It works. Roll over and let me see the back of your neck. Like I promised, I'm going to knock you up the first night in our new home."

"Mmmmmm... yessss..." Val purred, doing as he said. A moment later the Venus Implant was imbedded at the base of her skull, and she started moaning as it took effect. She rolled back onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him. "Ohhh, fuck that baby into me!"

He hastily stripped off his clothes and joined her on the bed. John was inside of her in a minute thanks to how wet she already was. As he entrenched his cock in her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back. Their lips met and their arms wrapped around one another as their hips started to move in unison. They moaned into each other's mouths as they made out and kept on doing so until he finally came inside of her.

Val threw back her head and screamed her ecstasy towards the heavens as she came right along with him, getting off on the power they now wielded along with the Venus Implant now embedded inside of her. Then she kept her arms and legs around him to keep his cock lodged inside of her so that she could carry a baby for him. "Again..." she breathed, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Do me again. I want to fuck in every room of this place until I am pregnant!"

"Well why shouldn't we?" John grinned, nuzzling her neck. "After all, we're the most powerful people in the world now and we deserve nothing less."

That drove Val wild as they then started round two.

***

CHAPTER 150: Hancock v Caine

Caine was surprised to see Charles Sullivan and his family show up on his doorstep at the newly completed Lincoln Hab that he'd spent the last few years helping build up. "By the looks of you all," he said, noting the Sullivan's haggard looks and the weary state of their slaves, all pushing strollers or carrying babies with them, "I'd say that you are not here for a social call," he noted as the dawn's early morning light was just now coming over the horizon.

"We had to leave Washington in a hurry," Sullivan said morosely. "I... I'm no longer the president," he admitted. Caine quirked an eyebrow at that. "A man by the name of John Hancock stormed the White House with his followers, made me install him as Vice President, and then forced us out specifically to seek refuge with you. He's probably sworn in by now." He let out a long breath. "He told me to tell you to call him on the hotline once I got here to you."

"Well, come on in," Caine said, beckoning them into his home. "GIRLS!" he then shouted to get the attention of his own wife and slaves. "We have guests. Help them out with the children while Sullivan and I call D.C. up to see what's going on. Call Faye and Amy over if you have to if you need more help with the babies." As his household leapt into action, Caine led Sullivan up the stairs to the study where he dialed in the line that would give him a video conference with the White House. It'd been installed years ago after Caine's initial trip there to check on Emily to see if she needed to be rescued or not.

A distinguished looking man in an immaculate looking black suit was sitting behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office as if he was waiting for this call to come through. "Hello, Caine, I am President John Lincoln Hancock, and you are a dead man. After being sworn in, my first act as President was to sign an Executive Order declaring you persona non grata to be shot on sight by any member of the Federal Government."

"John Lincoln Hancock?" Caine scoffed. "Boy... someone had high hopes for you."

"I don't think that you appreciate the gravity of the situation here, Caine," Hancock growled out. "You are an enemy of the state. You are a terror to the people. You are a blight on humanity that needs to be blotted out."

"Hardly complimentary, Mister President." Caine said, mocking the title. "Why do you spew venom on me?"

*

John just glared at him over the vidscreen connection, shocked that he didn't remember. "You killed my father!" he shouted.

On the screen, Caine shrugged indifferently. "Possible... I've killed a lot of people."

"I was there..." John snarled, the memories coming back. "I was there when you stormed the Capitol Building. I was there when you somehow found our rooms in the undercellar. I was there when you threw your grenades in and closed the door. It was only by the grace of God Almighty that I was saved... saved to wreak his holy vengeance upon you and all of your kinds of raiders. I will wipe you out just as I'll wipe all who are against law and order. So what do you have to say about that, Caine?" John shouted at the screen. "Huh? What do you think of me now that I have the power over you? I will rain down fire upon you like you've never seen before. I will send out my armies and bounty hunters to wipe you from the face of this earth. How do you feel about that now? Scary, isn't it?"

But Caine just stood there, smirking, the entire time.

Then he threw his head back and laughed.

It wasn't exactly the effect that John was going for.

"What is so damn funny?" John demanded, enraged. "I fail to see what is so amusing after I've just declared you a federal outlaw, you asshole!"

"Well," Caine chortled, "First off, I know everyone that you'd send up against me and those who I don't know, do know me by my reputation. As it turns out, they all like me better than they like you," he said. "Second off, you did all of this," he spread his hands wide as if they were in the same room together, "just to get at me because the day that the great, powerful, and mighty Caine graced you with his presence was the greatest moment of your life. It was the day that spurred you on to what you are right now; the Despotic President of the United States of America. To me; it was merely a Tuesday." Caine gave him a mocking, small bow much to John's ire. Caine smiled and pointed at him. "Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart... I gave you this. And now, you decide to waste all of that power just to assume vengeance on me." He shook his head and clucked his tongue. "Congratulations, you're an idiot. You've gone and started a fight that you cannot possibly hope to win." With that, Caine reached forward and pressed the button on his side to cut the connection, leaving John to fume in his hatred.