The Future is F*cked Pt. 01

'And that's my point. Besides, maybe I'll recognise her by her pussy when we get our rounds later,' Louie said. Arriving at the communal showers, the men parted ways, looking for a spare cubicle. The room was open, prioritising utility over privacy. Every wall was lined with showers, each one with a half-height divider that reached from ankle to hip separating it from its neighbours. Eight square blocks of showers stood in even spaces inside the middle of the room, with corridors in between. Already eighty percent of the cubicles were occupied, and the squad had to split to the far corners to find free spots.

Sliding his ever-present thumbnail-sized electric dog tag into a keyhole on the wall behind him, Louie activated his shower. The water clunked on and quickly he lathered up as the soap mix came through. A moment later, rinse water replaced the soapy stream, and, now clean, the allocated shower cycle ended and the water shut off. Louie left his cubicle, sliding past a slightly taller older male as he shoved his way in, their bodies scraping together. Louie mumbled a rough excuse me before making his way towards the exit to wait for his dorm mates, trying not to let the number of erections remind him that breeding time was on the other side of dinner.

~

'I count six, how about you?' Louie yelled as he stepped out of his room, his cock still hard, the tip red and thick. He'd met up with his dorm mates earlier and they'd been the first ones in. Avaro was still next to him, Dale on the other side. Avaro was catching a drink from the ever-ready taps embedded in the wall beside each of the insemination rooms. He mumbled, spilling some water down his chest before swallowing and wiping his mouth with his arm.

'Eight, you softcock. What, the pussy not good enough for you?' Avaro taunted, wiggling himself at Louie. A little droplet of semen flicked off his tip and splopped onto the grill a few feet away as he flapped himself back and forth at his friend. Louie rubbed at himself idly and frowned.

'Bullshit you've done eight, we've been out here the same time every time. If you'd done eight, you'd have been in another room somewhere else by now.'

Avaro shrugged, rubbing his shaved blonde hair. 'Maybe I've just worked my way around them all and come back to this one for seconds?' he suggested.

'Yeah, and I just pumped my load into Queen Christina.' Louie bit back.

The door behind them opened and Dale stepped through, his member hanging half erect, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. 'You mean the queen of Brittan?' he said, turning on the tap and letting the water flow out of the spout and through the grating at their feet for a moment. 'What would she be doing in here?'

At that, both men rolled their eyes at Dale, who shrugged and drank. The pair passed him as they moved on to the next room with a green light, parting ways as they each stepped into a chamber, shutting the door behind them, the green light turning to amber.

'And fuck you both too,' Dale mumbled at their bare backs as he sucked down some more water. 'You wouldn't know the queen if she queefed in your face.'

Stepping aside as an attendant moved to his used chamber, he strode around the circular room, stark naked, watching as men entered and exited chambers all about. Spying a green light, he quickly moved to it and slipped inside before anyone else could take him on for it.

Inside, the room was dark and warm, perfect for nudity. As always, the cream plastic wall greeted him silently, only a pair rubber-and-plastic-cuffed legs and a waiting vagina visible. This female's legs were low and wide and he could clearly see the thick rubber seal that joined her body-hugging cast plastic harness to the plastic wall at the waist, sealing her off from his side of the room. Distantly, he wondered what lie on the other side of that dull, innocent cream plastic.

Then, his eyes fell on the pussy waiting before him, and the jacked up testosterone that fuelled he and every man in the facility kicked into gear inside his brain, urging his cock to thicken again and his head to switch off for a while. Eagerly, he grasped himself, unable to resist rubbing a little and stepped up to the plate and began pumping with earnest, grunting as he felt her take him unresistingly until he unloaded deep within her, filling her until his spent member fell from her body and he leant panting on the plastic divider. He flipped up the cap, wiped on the provided roll of paper and left the room with the hapless female's legs and genitals behind him, the masculine rush filling his veins.

~

Two blocks from the outer gate, Tulio slipped the balaclava off his face, tucking it and the steel skullcap into a pile of rubble in a still half-standing building. He took a deep breath, and did his best to keep his breathing steady. This is it. This is the bit where we see if our informer told the truth. Stepping out from the shadows into the sunlight, he put his hands to his lips, and, almost unable to make a sound out of the fear generated from literally calling into the enemy's den, he choked out two howls that descended in pitch. He looked about for a bit, waiting to see if anyone reacted to his call. Waiting for an agonising count to thirty, he called again, then dashed back to cover, peering out and waiting to see if his inside man would save him, or if this was where the party ended and he was forced to switch sides. He didn't fancy the 'retraining' camps one bit, especially not when 'retraining' you was more like brainwashing you and injecting you full of thoughts of masculine supremacy and obedience and a love for a life in which all you do is capture, enslave and fuck helpless women until you die.

The rock of rubble hung for a split-second in the air before tumbling to the ground on his side of the fence. Snapping his gaze to it instantly, he noted the position it had come from, and the angle. It had gone diagonally to the left, and their agreed meeting method said that Tulio should follow the angle inwards. Stepping out of his hiding spot, Tulio crept along the fence to the right some fifty metres until he found that tiny clearing of rock he'd made last time. At the sight of it, his heart leapt.

Quickly crouching down at the clearing and shuffling up to the fence, he saw that clean gash that split the otherwise unpassable corrugated iron, a gash that turned up on the outside in a way that would cut and push at any outsiders, but would be fairly easy to interact with from the inside. Barely able to whisper, he leaned close, and asked, 'Dale?'

'It's me. Tulio?' Tulio's heart leapt.

'Yes!' He breathed. Quickly, a sealed packet appeared in the gash, shoving its way through. Tulio grasped it. 'Thank you.' He breathed. He checked it, seeing the packets of life-saving white pills inside. 'This is all you can give me?'

'It's all I could take and more. I'm afraid I can't do this again so soon, they're cracking down on these and I had one of my dorm mates take the fall for me when they came snooping last time. I don't know if I can help you again, Tulio.'

Tulio's heard sank, and he felt the fear biting its way up his insides. 'No, please, there has to be something I can-'

'No, there's nothing. I'm sorry Tulio, really. I wish I could do more, but this is it. You're on your own from now on.'

His face falling, Tulio stared at the gash on the fence for a long moment. Then, his head going over hope after hope, considering all the things he could say or ask of Dale to convince him to help just one more time, and each time coming to the same disappointing conclusion, he sighed and spoke a final phrase to his unseen inside helper. 'Thank you, Dale. For everything.'

And with those words he turned and ran back to his cap and face mask, leaving his one hope at survival behind. I've still got food to get yet, he forced himself to think. better be on my way. He pulled the balaclava back on, shoved the cap back over the top, and stashed the pills in his pants, quickly dashing out of the building and away from the edge of the stronghold, from Dale, and from his only supply of the pills that could save his and Sable's lives.

~

Back on duty after the morning haul, Dale patrolled the interior perimeter of the outer gate, as was his afternoon shift every other day. Some two hundred metres ahead of him walked his forward guard mate, and about the same distance behind him was his rear guard mate. Across the open ground to his side was the compound, naturally converted from the multitude of buildings attached to the city's football field and added to as needed, the mis-matched temporary constructions spilling out into the grassy grounds. Checking surreptitiously behind him, he quickened, putting another fifty paces between him and his rear partner over several rotations. Although it was their job to keep the members in front and behind in view, Dale knew this guard, and knew he didn't care as long as he wasn't the one sent to be 'refreshed' that night. He'd planned his placement in the guard roster very precisely so that this guard would be behind him.

Twenty minutes later, as he rounded the bend, he heard two low, descending calls from over the fence. He stiffened, but made no move towards them. He knew the other guards were out of earshot, but if he moved towards the sound now, he could alert them via the movement. Besides, there was supposed to be a second - there it was. Quickly, Dale stepped to the side and scooped a slice of rubble up in his hand, testing its weight before hurling it over the fence at a steep angle. It clattered to the ground, and quickly Dale dashed towards the piles of haphazard rock and jagged metal that were once a part of the grounds' outer fence buildings strewn along the fence line and into a small crevice he'd dug in there in past trips, piece by piece.

'Dale?'

'It's me. Tulio?'

'Yes!'

Quickly, Dale took out the packet of antidote pills and shoved them under the fence. Tulio wanted more, and Dale had known he would.

'I'm sorry, Tulio, really. I wish I could do more, but I can't.' Dale glanced over his shoulder and saw his forward guard mate disappear around the bend. It was officially overtime for this meeting. Quickly, he stood and stepped back into line, marching away from the fence and stepping slightly faster to catch up to his position in the rank.

Behind him, some hundred metres away, Valerian scratched his crotch for the eighth time and frowned as he watched Dale quickly hurrying back to his place in line. He shrugged. Then, he scratched again. And then he had an idea. A very rare, very foolish, very self-serving idea, but an idea nonetheless.

'Uh, Control this is Vale, do ya read me, over?' he drawled in a fairly unconcerned country-accented voice. Control barked back. 'Valerian, of course. Who else here is named... Well, anyways. Just wanted to call in that me forward guard buddy just lagged behind a little in his rounds. Dunno if it's anythin' but worth mentioning. Vale- uh, Valerian, out.'

And he clicked off the radio.

~

Rushing back through the abandoned streets of the city, Tulio made his way to his second appointment for the day. Rather than scavenging, which yielded piteous results if anything, Tulio had met and befriended a scampery old man who had his own backyard veggie plants and a few chickens. Too dottery to be worth anything, and too quiet to be cared about, he'd been left where he was when the squads had taken over the town and set up the birthing centres here, and mostly thanked them for it by way of tasty snacks for those on patrol in his area. What the patrols didn't know, was that he kept a supply of his best and freshest produce for the survivors, and, provided they could get to him, would help to keep them going a little longer. Unfortunately, because of how popular his little fried meals were, his area was becoming more and more popular with the enemy, something that Tulio was again forced not to try to think about.

It was about an hour since the meeting with Dale at the gate, and Tulio had just checked in on Pops, the name people had unanimously coined for him. Cupping a bag of fresh vegetables and a wrapped up plastic cup of two eggs, Tulio dashed back towards Sable as quickly as he could.

Now was the hard part. Carrying a bag of food, Tulio couldn't pass for a guard anymore. Speed was his biggest ally. He ran through the broken down back streets of the suburbs, vaulting tumbled rocks and dashing across ruined buildings and open streets as fast as he could go. Every second he spent in the open was a moment he felt the fear of feeling one of those evil little darts slamming into his body and spelling the end for him. But they didn't, and so he kept on going.

It was with an enormous sigh of relief that Tulio slid into the relative cover of the parking lot underneath the ruined apartment building and started climbing the service ladder, the bag of fresh food gripped between his teeth and dangling before him as he rose. He made sure to tap the code he'd agreed on with Sable at the lift doors and was relieved to see her fingers slip between the broken metal sheets and push them aside, that old baseball bat by her feet. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw him, and grew as she saw the bag. 'You got them?' she asked, and he nodded.

A few minutes later, thanks to a kerosene camping kit, a small cook up was going in the ruined apartment room. Fresh vegetables and an egg sizzled in the beaten pot, all mixing about in the tiny pan. It was makeshift and sub-standard, but it was fresh and tasty, and the pair ate it hungrily. This time, Sable picked at some of the more juicy looking slices of carrot and zucchini, deliberately leaving the mass of egg and vegetables for her boyfriend. This time, he didn't argue.

Sable smiled at Tulio as he finished off the meal, watching him pleasantly as he refuelled. He watched her back. 'Thanks, Tulio.' She said simply. He nodded, and that nod was all the understanding she knew he had. She smiled, and for Tulio that smile carried all the forgiveness and thanks that he needed and more.

A few hours later, after some rest that saw Tulio sleeping lightly while Sable kept watch, Tulio broke the news to her. She was disappointed, but oddly positive about it. When he mentioned how busy Pops was getting to be, it seemed instead to make her mind up about something.

'What is it?' he asked when he was finished, seeing her set face.

'Well, you said it, in a matter of words. We can't stay here. The patrols are closing in, the food supply's dwindling, and we just got our last supply of the antidote.'

'Yeah... It's bad. But we'll be f-'

'We're leaving.'

Tulio turned quickly to her. 'What? No, no we can't, we don't have anywhere near enough...'

'We simply have to. Take what we have and go. Even if it's outside the quarantine line, we need to get out. Maybe we can't afford to make a dash straight for a car and the country, but we can do it in stages. We need to leave here.'

Tulio frowned. 'I don't think that's the best decision...'

'Then what would you rather do, Tulio?' Sable questioned. 'Wait for them to find us in here? It's only a matter of time. They're barely a block away. By tomorrow they'll be swarming this area and we'll both be fucked then.' Sable said, gesturing towards the blocked up, shattered windows as if pointing to the patrols outside. He raised a hand in submission.

'Yes, of course you're right, I just. Ack. I don't know. It feels too dangerous.'

'It's all too dangerous, Tulio babe,' Sable said, more reasonably, moving to sit by him. 'That's the whole point. If they catch either of us we're as good as dead, regardless of what's down here,' she said, touching him lightly. 'It's the only option.'

'I guess you're right.' Tulio relented after a few moments. Sable leaned in and kissed him, long and loving. Her hand was still on his pants from where she'd touched him a moment ago, and he felt a swell there, the same swell he'd felt every time she'd kissed him since they'd met as teenagers. Sable's lips curled at the corners as she felt it too. 'I love you babe.'

'You too, Sable...' he breathed.

The pair kissed again, and Tulio allowed Sable to push him gently back onto the bed, their lips never parting.

TO BE CONTINUED