Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 17

She vowed that one day she would return to liberate the rest of the Nuns, Mary especially, and maybe induct them all into the ranks of the Amazons. But Elayne couldn't do that until she became a full-fledged warrior woman herself. She would tell her tribe of what has happened here and then come back en masse to take care of these men properly. Elayne swore to the goddess that it would be done and it would be done as quickly as possible once her Trial was over.

Friar's "quarters" was in its own house down the block. It took up the entire top floor of a five story building and it was very opulently decorated as opposed to the spartan-like quarters that the Nuns got. She presented herself at the front doors and she was led right in by the Monks who'd kept guard here. As usual, she had her habit, robes, and belt on with her hands loosely bound by the rosary she'd been given. She had the radroot gag in and her butt plug wedged firmly up her ass as was customary whenever she left the confines of the Convent Hall.

"Ahhh, Sister Elayne, come in, it has been far too long since our last confessional together," Friar said in his normal, jovial manner. He took her under his arm and led her inside his suite, going straight through the living area to his huge bedroom complete with a massive four poster bed with canopy. He led her right to the foot of the bed, taking her hands into his as he gingerly undid the rosary from around her prayer pressed hands to drop it to the side. He then reached down to undo her belt and brush the robes off of her shoulders to have them pool at her feet. Friar then had her step forward out of them to kick her shoes off before he knelt briefly to roll her socks off of her legs. Straightening up, he took one of her hands to put into a belt loop on the post to her left and then did the same on her right, binding her to the foot of the bed as she stood slightly bent forward.

"Perfect!" Friar said with a leering smile as he stepped back to disrobe himself. Elayne didn't even bother looking back at his short, fat, naked body as he stepped forward to start rubbing his pelvis up against her round ass. She felt his fat, stubby cock harden in the cleft of her bottom. He rubbed his hands in outward directions around her bottom before rearing back and spanking her right cheek hard, making her body jerk forward and causing her to squeak in pain from behind her gag. "Yes! Feel the sin be purged from your body! Be released from the lustful advances of men!" he crowed as he spanked her again.

That went on for some time with him spurting out his religious nonsense of becoming clean, purging sin, and all of that stuff while he ground his cock between the cheeks of her ass, pushing her plug in and out of her bottom in the process, while he spanked her. Then he hunched down just a bit as he spread her ass wide open. A second later, she felt his cock slid up into her as far as he could get it into her. "Ennngh..." she grunted from behind her gag as she was now penetrated in all of her holes. His beefy hands moved around to her front to grope her breasts as he started to thrust into her, his hips and thighs slapping against her bottom and thighs to make a loud staccato in the suite.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Friar called out as he fucked her. "Prepare your vessel to receive my most holy seed!" he said as he then thrust his hips into her and holding it so that his cock went into her as far as he could get it. She felt his hot cum shoot up into her body, flooding her womb. This will be the last time... she silently vowed as her body shuddered in a mini-orgasm from the pleasure. It wasn't enough to get her off all of the way, but she still had to admit that it felt good. Friar let out a long, low groan of pleasure as he emptied out his seed into her before slumping down, draping his heavy frame over her back. It took him a moment to recover before he pulled out of her and started undoing the straps holding her up to the bedposts.

"Thank you, Sister Elayne," he huffed breathlessly. He made his sign of a cross in the air towards her. "That is all for tonight. Go and sin no more," he added in dismissal before moving around to roll his bulk onto the bed. "I think that I like you the most. You do these purification sessions without hardly a complaint. So when it comes time for me to continue my lineage, I think that you will be the mother to bring it into this godforsaken world. Won't that be nice?"

Elayne merely inclined her head to show that she heard him as she got dressed again. Then, without a sound, she turned and left him. The next time she would see him it would be to come here to kill him. By the time she was back out on the streets, it was nightfall. Using the darkness, she kept to the shadows to avoid being seen by the Monks. They were mainly keeping their silent vigil outwards looking for signs of raiders or any wayward traveler that they could then 'invite' in. After a few nights of sneaking out of the Convent Hall and studying their habits, she found that she pretty much had free reign of the entire town. Her first stop was a recess in the wall that was built next to a rock outcropping. There she stripped out of all of her Nun clothes and accessories before changing into the run-of-the-mill farmhand clothes. That included her plug and gag. It felt good to be finally rid of those things. She tucked them all into her Nun's robes and took them with her to her next hiding cubby

At her next stop, she obtained her backpack that she'd repaired and filled with provisions; mainly rations and a survival knife she'd resharpened herself. This took only a minute. With the backpack slung over her shoulder, and her old vestments tucked under her arm, she made her way to the far east end of town where the incinerators churned out their billowing smoke almost 24/7. Since it was nighttime, there wasn't anyone working here so it was no problem for her to sneak in, toss her Nun's attire into a furnace, and make her way to her third and final stop where she had a makeshift grappling hook and rope waiting for her. All she had to do was wait for the patrol on the outer wall to quickly move out of the smoke that seemed to constantly cover this section of the wall due to the winds in the area. She saw her opening and she scrambled up the access ladder, set her hook, and then rappelled down the other side in the blink of an eye. It took her no time at all to disappear into the night.

It was time to go home.

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CHAPTER 8: Unexpected Encounter

A few days later, Elayne crossed the border to the south that the old states of Montana and Wyoming once shared. She was in a border town now, so she kept to the back alleys and roads, Elayne made her way across the town while evading people. She probably didn't need to do it being in the small nation calling themselves the Colorado Coalition, but she wasn't going to take the chance. That, and she needed a ride of her own if she was going to get back home. As she got to the outskirts she found a really nice looking black motorbike sitting in the open garage of a remote home. Perfect. She made sure that no one was looking and then eased her way inside the garage to try and hotwire the thing.

As soon as she started fiddling with the electronics of the old, but surprisingly well kept, machine, a light started blinking. She wondered what that was about but kept on working. Soon she found that she was out of her depth with this motorbike as it was far more sophisticated than the run of the mill motorbike that her sisters used. But the basic ignition principle had to be the same, right? So she continued working and thought that she was making headway.

"I don't know if you're insanely brave or insanely stupid for trying to jack my ride..." a man's deep voice said behind her, startling her, and making her spin in place and raise her spear defensively.

Her eyes widened when she saw who it was and it sank in as to whose motorbike she was trying to steal. "Caine!" Elayne breathed, unable to believe her bad luck in running into the most infamous man alive. "What are YOU doing here?"

Caine smirked as he leaned in the doorway leading into the house. "I came here to the Coalition to try and recruit more people to my cause in opposing President Hancock," he said evenly. "How about you?" He asked with curiosity.

"I... ahem... uhm... am trying to get home," Elayne said, recovering quickly to conceal her origins. She was forbidden by law to say that she was an Amazon until she returned to the tribe and the Trial was over.

Caine regarded her with curiosity. He arched an eyebrow up from under his shades. "Trying to get home? Are you an Amazon?"

"NO!" Elayne vehemently denied.

Caine chuckled and nodded. "Amazon..." he concluded. "Anyone else would've had a wistful look in their eyes as they openly said that they wished they were one of your tribe members." He then laughed at her stunned look. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. The Huntress didn't tell me much about her meeting with your people outside of that you all agreed to help us in the future when we'll need it. I have no interest in exposing you or your sisters to the world." With a grunt, Caine got up and headed for his motorbike, angling to move past her.

"I'm not going to be your slave!" Elayne shouted at him, leveling her spear to keep him at bay.

"I don't need any more slaves!" Caine said, exasperated. "I can't even get rid of the three I have! They don't ever want to leave!"

"But you're between me and home! I have to get by you!"

"Who's stopping you?" Caine gestured past him with both hands. "Fucking go!" he said as if this shouldn't even be a conversation. "I'm not... Unless..." his voice trailed off and then he looked around. "Unless you think you're being watched by your tribe, in which case throwing down with the great and powerful Caine will raise your stock with your people." He let out a long sigh as he pushed off out of the doorway and took a small rod off of his belt. "Everyone wants a fucking piece of me these days just to prove a goddamn point..." he muttered as he pressed a button in the middle of it with his thumb and long metal poles shot out from either end, one of which was spiked and the other that was blunted. He walked forward, backing her out of the garage and out into the street, swinging the spear in a figure 8 pattern before dropping down into a combat stance. "Alright, you wanna go a round? Come on, let's see what ya got."

"I'm going to kill you and drag your body back to my sisters as proof!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Caine's head rolled as if he were rolling his eyes under his shades. "I've heard it all before; Death and destruction... you're big and mighty... how feeble I am compared to you... how inevitable my defeat is... how the world will soon be yours... blah, blah, blah..." he sighed. "Can we just skip the monologuing and the postering and get right to the point already?"

With a savage roar, Elayne attacked, jabbing her spear at him in rapid succession to try to get a hit in on him. Caine shuffled backwards, keeping a firm grip on the blunt end and the midsection of his spear while using just the slightest bit of movement to deflect her attacks. She then shifted her thrusts to aim for his head and Caine merely leaned back, shuffled in place, or just simply grabbed the shaft of her spear to keep her from hitting him. "Not bad. The technique is there, you just need to work on not telegraphing your moves."

"Go to hell!" Elayne shouted as she jerked her spear back out of his grasp and tried a series of feints and thrusts to get past his defenses, but he blocked and parried with ease, never breaking a sweat. Occasionally, she let her defenses down in an attempt to strike at Caine in an all out attack and Caine made her pay for it by reversing his spear and hitting her with the blunt end, briefly knocking the wind out of her and, on the last occasion, driving her to her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

She leaned on her spear for support as she struggled to her feet. "Are you just screwing with me or what?" she demanded, sweat pouring from her body as she struggled to breathe.

Caine smiled. "I just want you to feel that you're doing well... I hate for people to die embarrassed," he said in a deeper, booming voice.

That outraged her and she charged him again, this time getting in close enough that she nearly tackled him. Caine twisted his body and threw her off of him. Then he pushed the button on his spear to retract it back into a rod. "Enough of this..." he said even as her body rolled on the street to hit the concrete gutter. Elayne sprang back to her feet and hurled her spear at him. Caine caught it with his hands, broke it over his knee, and tossed the two pieces over his shoulders. "You fight well... a credit to your people... but this has been going on long enough. It's now dark."

Elayne looked up and saw that he was right. They'd been fighting all through sundown and on into the night. She looked back at him as her chest heaved from the exertion. What happens now?

Caine shrugged. "Well, you're welcome to come in and clean yourself up," he offered, walking past her and gesturing to the house. "You can even sleep here if you want before heading out again. I imagine you're quite tired after all of that."

"How is it that you haven't even broken a sweat!" Elayne demanded.

"I'm a superhuman... I'm conditioned for this sort of thing," Caine commented without looking back. "So are ya coming in or not?"

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CHAPTER 9: One night with Caine

Elayne had to admit; the long hot shower did feel good. She'd been sweaty and dirty for so long that she didn't think that she'd be clean again until she returned to Catalina Island. After cleaning off and then just lying in the bottom of the shower letting the water cascade down onto her while she relaxed, she turned the water off and dried off with a towel before walking back into the master bedroom where Caine was lounging on the bed reading a book. "Your clothes are in the dryer and will be ready within an hour or so. Do you have everything you need to go home after you rest?" Caine asked politely, not even blinking at her brazen nudity.

"Weeeeeellll..." Elayne actually felt bashful about it, but then again none of her tribal sisters had ever stood naked in front of the mighty Caine either to contemplate sleeping with him. "Usually when a foundling comes back, they're usually coming back pregnant since they're usually with raiders for so long that they're with child by the time they escape."

"But you escaped so fast that it didn't happen. That, or you still had radroot in your system when they fucked you," Caine nodded sagely. He then gave her a pointed look. "Are you wanting me to 'do the deed' for you?" he smirked.

"Well... it IS said that you can impregnate anyone even if they're on radroot," Elayne admitted. "And coming home pregnant would complete the third criteria I need to become a woman in my tribe."

He eyed her suspiciously. "Out of curiosity; what do you all do if you give birth to boys?" Caine asked. "The Huntress was kinda vague on that point when she took her mom and her companion to wherever your Enclave is at."

"We usually raise them until they're weaned and then find a nearby settlement or Hab couple who can't have children themselves for them to raise the boys. Obviously, we keep the girls ourselves," she explained.

"Make sure it's a girl then, got it," Caine nodded as he started taking off his tunic to reveal his ripped, muscular chest.

Elayne gaped at him. "You can do that?" she asked, astonished. "Can you really determine if it's a boy or a girl? Like... ACTUALLY determine it?"

"Yeah, I can. I've done it before," Caine nodded as he shuffled out of his boots and pants, "I can even determine now if a woman gets pregnant or not in the first place," he held up a hand. "Long story, don't ask."

"Hm... very well," Elayne conceded as she walked across the room to him. "Give me a daughter then, Caine." She commanded with a smile as she then walked over to him to straddle his lap once he was completely naked. She tried to push him down so that she could be in the superior riding position, but he didn't budge. Elayne glared at him as he playfully smirked at her. "I will not be submissive to you, though, if that is what you are expecting?"

"I was thinking more of equal partnership," Caine replied as he snaked his hands under her bare ass to lift her up. She gasped as she felt his cock graze her slit a half second before he lowered her down onto it. Her eyes then rolled back into her head and she let out a low, guttural moan as his massive manhood impaled her and filled her up more than any mere raider had done before. Then, remembering that she needed to take an active part in this, she threw her arms around his neck and mashed her lips to his, hungrily kissing him. While the Trial dictated that she had to do whatever her 'captors' wanted of her, that didn't mean that she was to be submissive to a man who was a willing partner or a captive. So, once again she bucked her body against his in an attempt to knock him onto his back but he wouldn't go down. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her body, held her close and kissed her just as passionately right back.

Elayne ground her body against his, rotating her hips to move his cock inside of hers. Eventually she gave him trying to push him down and instead reveled in the sensation of her bare body sliding up and down against his as they mated. Caine carried her over to the nearby wall, leaning against it to pin her between it and his body. Elayne wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck while he drove his cock in and out of her while she was up against the wall. His massive hardness ripped in and out of her, hitting her just right on her clit and inside of her pussy, making her scream with pleasure.

"OH MY GODDESS!" Elayne shouted as Caine made her climax hard and fast. No sooner than her pussy quivered and clamped down around his cock than she felt his seed blow up inside of her body to flood her womb. It was so blindingly intense that she felt herself black out for a moment. So this is what sex with Caine feels like... oh... my... goddess... she thought as she moaned with pleasure. Before she knew it, Caine had carried her back over to the bed and she was on her back beneath him with his cock driving in and out of her again. "You... you're still hard?" she gasped with amazement.

"All night, every night until all parties are satisfied," Caine murmured with amusement as he leaned in and suckled on the left side of her neck. "I'm sure that I can get you pregnant with just one load but, come on, where's the fun in that?" He brought a hand up to cup her right breast all the while continuing to fuck her slow and steady this time.

"I'm... still... not... ooohhhhh... being... submissive... AHHH... to... you..." Elayne grunted and groaned with each thrust of his huge cock into her. "My time... Nnngh... of being submissive... annguhnn... to a man... ahhhhh... is over..." she breathed.

"Fine... you can be on top for the next load," Caine said, his head now looming over hers. "Just shaddup and enjoy this, will ya?" With that, he smashed his lips against hers and took her mouth in a possessive kiss. Elayne whimpered with pleasure into his mouth as she hungrily kissed him back. Then she squealed in ecstasy as he came a second time inside of her, bringing her to orgasm again.

After they were spent for the second time, true to his word, Caine rolled over onto his back, keeping her body next to his with his cock, still hard, inside of her. Elayne pushed herself upright and straddled his hips, now moaning as she started to ride him. Being on top of him with her body impaled on his cock made him seem even bigger inside of him. She fucked herself on his body, lifting her arms up into her hair and screaming with pleasure while she rode him to a third powerful orgasm. After that blindingly intense climax, her body was done and she found herself falling.