Starware Apocalypse

This is my first published story, based on an idea I had for a game years ago. I hammered it out very quickly, and am hoping to do a rewrite in the future, so all kinds of suggestions, comments, and criticism- positive and negative- are very welcome indeed. I like this concept and this universe- help me flesh it out!

Content warning: violence, murder, sexual assault

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I survived the end of the world by hiding in my basement.

I certainly couldn't tell you how it came about, or why. The only light in those first days came from burning cars and fallen power lines, leaking through the cracks between the boards I'd used to barricade myself inside; people were dying all around me, but somehow they managed to avoid stumbling into my house while I lay helplessly below ground, terrified and alone.

I lost count of the days, but I think I stayed hidden like that for five or six months. I had plenty of water and food, having stocked up like a maniac when the first reports of international airstrikes down south had started. Where at first it had been so loud, so much chaos and cacophony all around me, it became eerily quiet - no rescue teams arrived to save me, nobody came to steal my stuff or my spot. I knew that I'd run out of canned food and bottled water sooner or later; why delay the inevitable? Eventually, I worked up the courage to investigate what remained of the world.

What remained was nothing good. I found a dead family in one of the houses on my street; mother, father, two small children. There were plenty of bodies everywhere I went; a lot of people had died in their cars, unable to escape the blinding flash of light that had illuminated the sky over the horizon. The people in cars had the look of death in their faces: wide eyes staring blankly into the distance, mouth open and frozen in a chorus of eternal, silent screams.

I went from house to house in my neighbourhood, taking as many supplies as I could carry in a large backpack. It was enough food to keep me going for weeks or months, depending how careful I was about rationing. As I wandered through town, I spotted one mostly-intact home that had belonged to a lonely young engineer I'd spoken to a couple of times at the local bar. The guy had been hopeless with women, but loaded with cash, and probably had some good stuff in there. I made a mental note to return and scavenge his house after I'd had a chance to restock my supplies.

When I got back to my house, I realized I wasn't going to be able to hunker down in the basement much longer. There were huge cracks running along the roof outside, and the whole place threatened to collapse on top of my apartment if it was hit by a strong wind. It would be smartest to move out while the place was still habitable. I decided I'd check out the engineer's place first thing in the morning to see if it was worth moving in.

That night, as I extinguished the candle by my bedside, I felt a wave of loneliness and self pity wash over me despite the seriousness of the situation. There was a non-zero possibility that I'd never see another person again, that I would be alone for the rest of my life. I might never get laid again- that thought alone was enough to cause a stirring in my jeans. I'd been the type of guy to watch a lot of porn, and now it looked like I was relegated to magazines and jerking off like a pilgrim for the rest of my life.

Sighing, I turned over and went to sleep.

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In the morning, I had an almost-satisfying breakfast of peaches from a can and a stale muffin before making my way back across town to explore the engineer's house. The outside of his residence had fared far better than mine; only a few scorch marks marred his perfectly white walls, and none of his windows showed any signs of cracking.

I was about to smash the front window to unlock the door, like I'd done a few times with the houses I'd scavenged yesterday, but then thought better of it when I realized this might just be the safest place for me to stay for a while. One of the front windows was unlocked, and by popping out the screen and jimmying the sill, I was able to slip inside.

The house was decorated in a masculine style, with sparse, dark wooden furniture and heavy drapes covering the windows. The air smelled stale, like the house had been closed up for years, even before all the shit went down. I made a beeline for the kitchen- the place was a jackpot! There was plenty of food left behind, everything from boxes of instant oatmeal to jars of peanut butter. I filled up a backpack full of canned food, a bottle of whiskey, and a couple of tins of sardines, just in case I had to go anywhere in a hurry.

Upstairs, I discovered that the guest bedroom was empty. The master bedroom was tidy and orderly, the bed covered with a navy blue comforter. I couldn't help but notice a large portrait hanging on the wall, showing a middle aged man with grey hair and a thick beard, wearing a pair of spectacles. The engineer hadn't been a real good looking guy- and who hangs a huge portrait of themselves in their own room?

The power had been out since the very beginning of the bombing, so all of his fancy bedroom appliances were useless- his PC and his entertainment center were now inert lumps of plastic and circuits. I rooted through his dresser and nightstand drawers, finding a handful of expired condoms, a couple of porn DVDs, and a set of keys. I assumed the keys were for the house and pocketed them.

I went back downstairs and around the staircase to find a door to what I assumed was a basement, which I decided would be the safest place for me to shack up for the night. I tried the door; locked. I remembered the keys I'd found upstairs, fished them out of my pocket. The lock clicked and the door swung inwards. It opened on a dim glow coming from the stairwell leading down into the darkness.

I crept down the steps slowly, conscious of my breathing and the sound of my own heart beating.

The basement was a long room with a TV and couches at one end, and what looked like a strange laboratory at the other. There, the glow was coming from a set of computers, powered by some mysterious source that was obviously still functional.

The basement apartment was similar in shape to one I had just left. It was a long room with a TV and couches at one end, and what looked like a strange laboratory at the other. There, the glow was coming from a set of computers, powered by some mysterious source that was obviously still functional.

From the computer ran a multitude of thick wires and cables to what could only be described as 'pods'; three tall cylinders of steel or aluminum, each with a door that had a handle and a little porthole window. They were kind of sleek and stylish, and something about them suggested something valuable inside.

A thick layer of dust had settled over the windows on the pods. I stepped up to the middle one, rubbed the dust away with my sleeve, and peered inside.

To my shock, I was greeted with the sight of another face in front of my own; a woman, her eyes shut tight as she lay motionless in the pod. She was beautiful, maybe late twenties or early thirties, with shoulder length blonde hair and pale skin. Her features were delicate, refined, and strikingly familiar.

A strange feeling washed over me; nostalgia. Where did I know this woman from? Had ever met someone that looked like her before? The more I stared at the woman in the pod, the more I felt a connection with her.

"Kagney Linn Karter," I said aloud, remembering. "The pornstar."

I'd seen her movies a million times. I must have jerked off to every one of them. What the hell was she doing in a pod in this guy's basement?

I heard a faint sound from inside the pod; her eyelids fluttered.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, startled. I reached out and tried the handle; it was unlocked.

I opened the door and leaned inside, staring into a pair of sleepy blue eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Kagney," she replied calmly. "Who are you?"

"Uh, my name's Tim," I said. I was completely freaked out- it was the first conversation I'd had with someone other than myself in so very long.

"Aw, I like that. Cute name." She smiled at me sweetly. She was laying upright in the pod, wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of pink panties. I couldn't help but stare at her incredible cleavage, and she didn't seem to mind or notice one bit.

"Are you a friend of Nick's?" she asked.

"Was he the guy with the beard and the glasses? No, not really," I told her. "But I don't think he's coming back. I dunno how long you've been in that thing, but most folks are dead," I tried to explain delicately.

"Nick is dead?" she asked, her jaw dropping. She seemed shocked, but not necessarily upset. She stared past me for a minute.

"Probably," I offered after a while.

"Huh," she said, with a look on her face like she was trying to process a change in plans. Then she looked back at me and gave me a winning smile.

"Want me to suck your cock, Tim?" she asked, batting her eyes at me suggestively. "I'll take good care of you."

My dick twitched in my pants.

"I-I, I guess, I mean..." I stammered.

She gave me a wink and slid down out of her seat in the pod, pushing me gently backwards. She was about 5'4" standing before me in her underwear and pressed her hands against my chest, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my lips.

My cock throbbed in my pants as she pressed her mouth against mine, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as our tongues met for the first time. She broke the kiss after only a second or two and slid down to her knees in front of me.

Expertly, the pornstar in front of me opened my jeans and pulled out my hardening member. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly. I was in heaven- I decided to stop trying to make sense of the situation, and just enjoy it.

Kagney took my dick into her warm, wet mouth and sucked on it, licking the underside of my shaft and flicking her tongue across the tip of my head. She bobbed up and down on my cock, taking me deeper each time until I was buried balls deep inside her throat.

I had NEVER had a blowjob like this. She started moving her head up and down, sucking me harder while her hand squeezed my shaft even tighter. With her other hand, she reached up and pulled down the front of her tank top, causing her heavy tits to spill out.

Seeing the same tits in-person that I'd been jacking off to on a screen since I was a kid, along with the expert quality blowjob I was receiving, was enough to push me over the edge. My cock swelled inside Kagney's mouth as I felt my balls tighten up. I let out a loud groan as I began to spurt, pumping hot sticky cum down her throat.

She closed her eyes and giggled appreciatively around my dick in her mouth, sucking out every last drop. When she'd finally swallowed down all my cum, she pulled my dick out of her mouth with a loud *pop*, licked her lips clean, and smiled up at me.

"Nick is dead," she said, sounding more amazed than pleased or upset. "I guess we'd better wake the other two up," she said.

I was still dazed from cumming my brains out. Kagney got up, her tits bouncing, and walked to the pod on the left, pulling it open by the handle. Out tumbled a girl in a blue bikini top and denim cutoffs, her tits and ass jiggling as she fell to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Wakey wakey," Kagney said as she sat down on the floor beside the girl in the pod and gave her a peck on the cheek.

She lifted her head and I recognized her right away as London Keyes, another one of my favourite pornstars back before all this had started. She had long black hair down to her shoulders that were tied into braids, along with big doe eyes that melted my heart just to look at. Her D-cup tits looked great in her striped top.

"What's up?" London asked sleepily as she opened her eyes and stretched, smiling at me when she saw Kagney sitting next to her.

"This is Tim," Kagney told her. "Nick is gone. He's not coming back."

"Seriously?!" London looked excited. "Where'd he go?"

"Probably dead," Kagney said with a shrug.

"Well that's just great," London groaned. "Now what are we supposed to do?"

"We're going to wake up Faye," Kagney said as she stood up and walked to the last pod at the end of the room. She reached in through the door, grabbed a girl by the arm, and pulled her out onto the floor beside her friends.

Kagney and London had been favourite actresses of mine for as long as I'd been watching porn, but the pornstar whose videos I busted to most often was probably Faye Reagan. She was the classic girl next door: her slender frame and fair freckled skin, and those dark eyes that were at once taunting and appraising. Now, she was standing right in front of me.

"Hey y'all," Faye said groggily, yawning and stretching. She was wearing a lime green bikini that hugged her narrow hips. Her tits were smaller than the other girls', and she stood a little taller than them.

"Who's this?" she asked, looking me over.

"Tim, he's new around here," Kagney replied with a smile. "He's kind of like our friend now."

"Really?!" Faye raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Pleased to meet you, Tim. Hey Kagney, where's Nick?"

"Dead, probably," London chimed in cheerfully. Faye looked puzzled.

"Damn, really?" Faye sounded mildly inconvenienced. "What the hell are we going to do now?"

"Well, I was thinking we could just hang out with Tim instead," Kagney threw an arm around my shoulder as we stood in a circle, talking. "I mean, I did just suck his cock," she added, giggling.

"Oh my god, that's so hot!" London squealed. "What a great way to wake up!"

The three women stared at me expectantly.

"Can you guys please explain," I asked slowly, "how you got down here, and what is going on? I feel like I know who you are, but I'm having trouble following."

"Certainly," Faye said as she walked away from the group and sat down on one of the couches. "Take a seat."

And we all did.

"Nick worked for this company called Brazzers," London started when we were all seated.

"Ever heard of them, Tim?" Kagney asked with a wink. I felt myself blush.

"He was a technician on a very special project, codenamed 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦," Faye continued, "the ultimate goal of which was to create a functional and elegant 'artificial companion' for wealthy clients." She paused here, waiting for me to respond. "You know, a sexbot," she clarified, glancing over at the other two women before looking back at me.

"So you're telling me," I said, slowly, "that you guys are ROBOTS?"

"More like androids, I guess," London offered. "Nick called us AC's, or when he was mad, just 'bots'."

"We each run on a nuclear battery that can theoretically power itself indefinitely," Faye mused, "we just need six hours of sleep every day to charge. We're waterproof, temperature controlled, capable of repairing injuries and damage using nanotechnology..."

"Life in plastic, it's fantastic," added Kagney from her spot.

"We also bond to a 'director' through a DNA sample," Faye finished, ignoring her.

"Which dictates who's in charge of pretty much everything we do."

"And Nick was your director?" I asked, trying to follow along.

"He was," said Faye, "but he wiped our contract with him before he put us back in the pods. I think he was getting ready to sell us."

"And then you showed up," beamed Kagney. "And now YOU'RE my director."

"Whoa, whoa," I protested. "When did that happen?"

"When you shot your fat fuckin' load down my throat," she said, matter-of-factly.

"Your semen sample bonded you to her permanently," Faye explained. "You're Kagney's director, now."

"Seriously?!" I asked incredulously. "So how does that work? She has to do anything I say?"

"You're completely in control of her," London said with a sincere look on her face. "She has to follow any command you give her. Even if she doesn't like it."

Kagney just kept smiling at me.

"I like following orders, though," she said.

"She can refuse a command if she's definitely not capable of carrying out, or if it doesn't make any sense," Faye clarified. "Tell her to stand up."

"Kagney, stand up," I offered nervously. She did, standing in front of me and looking down at me, and still smiling at me with those bright blue eyes.

"Hop on one leg?" I asked. She nodded slowly as and started hopping up and down on one leg while still looking at me.

"Jump up and down?" I offered again. She did that too, jumping up and down while still smiling at me with those blue eyes. Her fat tits bounced out of her top immediately and jumped up and down with her movements.

"Will she keep doing that until I asked her to stop?" I asked Faye and London.

"Yeah, that's how it works," Faye replied. "She'll keep doing it until you tell her not to."

I watched her tits bounce around for a while.

"Okay Kagney, you can stop," I said. She did, and sat back down, panting.

My thoughts on the situation as it was unfolding were complicated. I tried to address the girls as sincerely as possible.

"Are you guys really okay with this?" I asked.

"It's basically slavery. I own you, like a master, but you have feelings. I can force you to do things you don't want to do. You're sentient, but have no free will."

"Doesn't all of that seem kind of fucked up to you?" I asked, my voice rising passionately.

The girls looked at each other for a minute, then tried to suppress their laughter. They looked at me the way a parent might look at a kid who mispronounces a word.

"You seem like a really nice guy, Eli," London patted my hand. "Kagney is lucky to have a director like you."

"It's written into our programming," Faye explained, "it's kind of what we live for. To serve one master. We still have individual personalities and all, but our primary directive is to make our director happy."

"When you told me Nick was gone, that scared the shit out of me," Kagney squeezed my knee affectionately. "Everything was uncertain for me, I didn't know what I was going to do. And then you let me suck your dick and drink your cum, and now I have a purpose in life again. To make you happy."

"We see right and wrong kind of differently than you do," Faye added, "it helps us communicate with people better, believe it or not."

"Like, me and Faye are really scared right now," London broke in, looking like she meant it. "Because we don't have a director. Our brains are kind of in panic mode right now."

"Oh yeah?" I asked nervously.

"Our bodies aren't responding the way they're supposed to without a director telling them how to respond," Faye explained, playing with her bikini straps as she spoke.

I looked at London, who was chewing on her bottom lip and staring at my crotch.

"If you wanted, you could totally help us out with that," London smiled.

"You'd really be doing us a big favour."

Then I looked over at Kagney, who had moved to the far end of the couch and was watching the three of us.

"And you're okay with this?" I asked her.

Kagney blew me a kiss. "Make us a big happy family," she told me as she started stroking her pussy.

Faye and London leaned in on either side of me and started making out with each other in my lap. I was getting hard already.

"How does that even work?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. "You're both robots, but you're kissing each other. What's happening?"

"Our programming allows us to simulate human sexual behaviour," Faye explained.

"We like to fuck," London simplified. Her hand moved to grip my cock through my pants.

"Yeah," Kagney agreed from afar. "Sex makes us happy."

"We can't reproduce," Faye continued, "we need to have sex to feel fulfilled. When we get off, we get high."