Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 06

"Yeeeeeah..." Caine said sheepishly as he came into the room. "I've been coming by to check on you and been waiting for you to wake up."

"Why? You want another go at me?" Faye challenged. "Want to take me up my pussy this time?"

"No," Caine replied calmly. "I wanted to apologize to you. I only did that in order to sell my cover story."

"You..." Faye blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I've been setting up the Corning Attack for a month now. You just happened to be there when I needed to stay there as 'Douglas' on night," he explained. "I took you up the ass, yes, in order to sell my cover. It was also why, you may recall, that I told you that I was going to be as gentle as possible with you."

Memories of that night came back to Faye and she blinked back tears. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Caine shrugged. "Yeah, what would I have said? Hi? I'm here undercover. No, I'm not gonna fuck you or anything?" he gave her a disdainful look. "What would you have told Luther had that happened? Or for that matter, would you have even believed me?" He nodded when she reddened and looked down at her lap. "That's what I thought. So, the next best thing was to fuck you, be a little rough with you, gag you like I did, and then be done with you. I know that you told Luther 'cause he came to me the next day and thanked me for punishing you further."

He looked at Amy, and then back at Faye. "Luther had told me when I reserved the room that night that you were the type that absolutely hates sex with men in any way, shape, or form. Amy here confirmed it for me the first night I stopped in to look on you. It would be as if I were forced to sleep with a man and get off with him; yeah, the orgasm would feel good but I'd be hating myself for it. At any rate, I wanted to say that I was sorry for having to do that to you. I wanted to let you know what I was up to and that everything would be alright but I also didn't want to give you false hope in the event that I failed. And for that, too, I am sorry."

He turned to leave when Faye stopped him. "Thank you," she said. "For getting us out of there. I... I was ready to die but I didn't want Amy to suffer because of me. I couldn't bear it if that'd happened."

Caine gave her a wry smile. "You're welcome. And if you think that I still owe you for what I took in Corning, come by my house. I have a slave and a girlfriend that you can take your pick of who you want to take it out on." He tossed off a small salute with a nod and headed out the door.

*

CHAPTER 60: Revenge Sex

A week later when she was released, Faye took Caine up on that offer. What shocked her was that Amy encouraged it. She walked over to the home that showed recent signs of someone starting to do repairs and renovations on the outside. Her and Amy lived just down the road in a neighborhood that was quickly being reclaimed by everyone who'd recently been liberated from Corning. She'd found Caine earlier in the day and said that she'd take it.

"I should grab a strap-on and fuck you with it," she'd growled at Caine when she showed up at his house, "just so that you'd know how I felt!"

Caine regarded her with mild amusement. "Would you rather do that instead of fucking my slave?" he asked in a calm voice as he let her in.

"No," Faye shook her head. "For starters; you're a man. And second, from everything that I've heard about you; you'd probably enjoy it."

"I swear to God that I'm gonna kill Henry one of these days," he muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing. This way." Caine motioned for her to follow him up the stairs to the master bedroom.

"Soooo..." Faye said carefully, "your wife and your slave are both okay with this?"

"Girlfriend," Caine corrected, "and yes, they are. Lauren works in the Governor's Mansion for one week, then she works her second week in the brothel on the outskirts of town. So if she can fuck random strangers who pay the tabs for the privilege, why shouldn't her slave fuck whoever we allow and why shouldn't I get to have some on the side?"

"Hold on, your girlfriend is a whore? I mean literally; a whore?"

"She prefers the term 'Courtesan' or 'Escort', but yeah she does that as a side job now since she took over the local paper here." He shrugged. "What of it?"

"And you're okay with this?" She motioned to the bedroom. "What about your little slave? Why haven't you let her go free yet? Do you get exceptions around here or something?"

"Believe me," Caine sighed, rolling his eyes in exasperation, "I've tried letting her go. I've tried making her go. She won't leave. Jessica is just one of those people content to be a slave and if she wants to be with me then who am I to tell her no? Don't believe me, then just ask her yourself once you're through with her." He jerked his head towards the bedroom door. "She's tied up in there ready for you. Have at it for as long as you want."

Faye eyed him. "Where are you going to be?"

"Around," he said. "I recently moved in and I'm between jobs at the moment so I'm fixing the place up so that Jessica and Lauren won't have to while I'm away. Have fun."

Faye watched him go back down the stairs before walking into the master bedroom. She'd expected Jessica to be tied up on the bed. What she didn't expect was Caine's taste for the dramatic and a sense of history as handcuffed, collared, leashed, gagged, and blindfolded just as Faye had been was Jessica over on the far wall.

On the corner of the bed was a strap-on and a double ended dildo waiting for her along with a note from Caine that simply read "I hear that a little revenge sex is therapeutic."

She had to hand it to Caine; he was on to something as she was feeling empowered right now to take out her ineptitude at being captured and forced to serve others out on Jessica. Jessica, for her part, was just standing there waiting for Faye to do something. Faye quietly disrobed, lashed the strap-on in place, lubed the dildo up, and boldly walked over to Jessica.

Jessica sucked in a breath the moment Faye grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back. Then she was moaning with pleasure as Faye reached around to roughly grope one of her tits. "Do you like this, bitch?" Faye hissed into the older woman's ear. "Is this what you want?"

Before Jessica could even whimper out an assent from behind her gag, Faye was positioning the dildo right up against her ass and pressing in. Jessica screeched from behind the gag as the dildo slid all the way up her back passage. With the lube on it, the dildo went into her easily. Faye reached around and grabbed both of Jessica's breasts, cruelly squeezing them as she fucked Jessica hard and fast. "Yeah, you like that, don't you! Don't you, bitch!" she yelled out as she pumped her hips back and forth.

All of the pain, and rage, and anger, and hurt, and embarrassment, and shame that Faye had endured at the hands of Luther over the past two months came to the forefront and she took it out on Jessica. A tiny part of her mind told her that she should probably go easy on Jessica as Caine had done with her but Luther hadn't been easy. Luther hadn't granted Faye any sort of respite. Faye fucked Jessica as hard and as fast as she could.

Then Faye felt Jessica's body start to quiver in her arms. Jessica bucked back against her as her body trembled from head to toe. Faye felt the older woman's breasts swell and her nipples harden. Wow! She came off of that! Faye thought with a shock as Jessica rode out her orgasm.

Watching the slave cum in her arms was a huge turn-on for Faye as Jessica seemed to melt up against the wall. Faye was primed, though, and she uncuffed Jessica from the wall and wrenched her around towards the bed... just as Caine had done when he was undercover. Jessica tumbled and rolled onto the bed. Faye pounced on her, grabbed the double dildo, and shoved it down into Jessica's wet cunt. She then placed the other end into her own pussy and slid into place between Jessica's thighs.

Her hand reached around Jessica's head, first ripping the blindfold off and then forcing the woman to look up at her. Faye's mouth descended upon Jessica's and she forcibly kissed the older woman over the ball gag. Her hips pumped furiously in and out from between Jessica's legs. Their breasts mashed together. Faye adjusted her grip to choke Jessica. Jessica gurgled beneath Faye as Faye fucked her senseless.

Finally, the orgasm crashed through Faye. Her body shuddered and trembled as the violent climax ripped through her. She screamed her ecstasy out, not caring who heard. When she was finally done, she rolled off of Jessica and both women laid there, chests heaving, as they composed themselves.

Faye sat up, pulled the dildo out of her to throw to the side, and swung her legs off of the bed. She buried her hands into her head. What was I thinking? She wondered. The orgasm was exquisite and it felt good to be in control once again but guilt now wracked her and she managed to choke back a sob. In the deep pit of her gut she now felt no better than the men who'd sold her into slavery.

Jessica moved behind her and Faye glanced back, surprised to see Jessica was now sitting up with the gag out and the handcuffs off. Answering the questioning look, Jessica showed Faye the small safety release lever on the inside of the cuffs. "Caine ensures my safety so that I can get free any time that I want." She said as she spread her legs and scooted up behind Faye. Jessica lovingly gathered Faye into her arms and held her close, her firm breasts pressing into Faye's bare back.

"Shhhhhh, it's okay," Jessica said, consoling the younger redhead. "Let it all out, dear."

"Why?" Faye asked, feeling the lump rise in her throat. "Why are you like this? After what I just did to you? I just basically raped you."

Jessica gave her a warm, motherly smile. "My dear, I volunteered for this so this was all consensual. Oh sure, he might've made that quip about making things even as a joke at first. But when he told Lauren and I about it I said that I'd do it if you wanted to take him up on the offer. Believe me; you didn't do anything to me that I haven't endured before."

Faye felt tears well up in her eyes to join the aching lump in her throat as she tried to keep a strong face. "You were a slave before you were with Caine?"

"Worse; I was a trophy wife to a wealthy businessman in a Hab City. Slaves are at least treated decently since people pay good tabs for them. My husband was far worse than you, Caine, or anyone else could ever be."

"What happened to him?"

Jessica smiled happily. "Caine killed him. And I gave myself to him out of both gratitude and to ensure a future for my daughter." She kissed Faye on the cheek and brought a hand up to run a soothing hand through Faye's hair.

"I couldn't do it." Faye admitted. "I refuse to be subservient to a man."

"To each their own, my dear." Jessica said. "But you're going to have to find a productive niche here in life or else you'll eventually wither away and die. Then where will that leave your wife? Back on the auction block or worse? Think about it."

***

CHAPTER 61: The Need to Breed

Caine sat down in the offered couch, looking at the girls with uncertain curiosity. "What can I do for you two?" he asked cautiously.

"Well..." Faye said. She looked at Amy, who nodded in encouragement and folded her hands with Faye's. Faye looked back at Caine. "We finally figured out what's missing from our lives. We both want to have children."

"Congratulations," Caine smiled. "I think that you two will be excellent parents."

"We want you to father them," Faye practically spat out in a rush.

The smile instantly vanished and he blinked incredulously at them. "I'm sorry?"

"We can't have children on our own," Amy said, "We need a donor for sperm and since there aren't any banks around here... Well, you're the only person that we could think of that we could trust."

"You won't be involved in raising them," Faye said in a biting tone that was harsher than she'd intended. "They would be our children."

"Faye!" Amy chided her with an angry look.

"Sorry, but I just wanted to get that out in the open," Faye grumbled.

Caine raised his hands, palms out, defensively, "Easy, Tiger. You came to me for this proposition, remember? Besides, I have enough enemies as it is and I don't want any progeny sired by me, if I do agree to do this, to be known just because they don't need that kind of attention. And believe me, they'd get plenty of attention if it is known that I contributed to their DNA." He then regarded them. "Why me?"

"I already said," Amy started.

"Yeah, yeah, but other than that; why me?"

"Well, to be blunt," Faye said.

"Oh, you were being diplomatic before?" Caine asked sarcastically.

"To be blunt," Faye reiterated. "You're the only person left alive that has had any kind of sexual relation with us." She waved a casual hand. "Both of our owners are dead as is all of the Council that raped us, thanks to you. Neither of us had been touched by anyone since. You're the only person Luther ever pimped me out to," she explained. "We got back onto the RadRoot until we had our periods to make sure that we wouldn't be having any of THEIR children."

"We don't feel comfortable asking anyone else to do this for us and you're the only man that we can think of whose halfway decent here in this hell of a future that we're in," Amy chimed in, resting her head on Faye's shoulder. "And to be fair, you could've been a lot worse to Faye every time you stayed in Corning, AND you didn't have to tell her that you were that person to begin with. I told her that you could've just gone on your merry way and we wouldn't have been wiser."

"Will you do it or not?" Faye asked.

"Give me some time to think about it. I'll come back later in the week."

*

It was Friday evening when Caine came back to their house. Amy met him at the door. "So, will you do it?"

"Yeah," Caine said, entering the house when she stepped to the side and beckoned him in. "I just have one request on this."

"Of course, what is it?" Amy asked.

He held up two sealed manila envelopes that were stuffed full of papers. "Eventually, they will want to know who the other half of their DNA is. This is my full family's genealogy that I, literally, dug out of my basement. My mom was on a huge family tree kick back... well... before... and wanted to make sure that our history was recorded. We then put it in a safe and buried it to make sure that it'd survive. I spent the whole week making hand copies and reburying the originals. I also have in here a personalized note to each of them that I'd like them to read once they're old enough. I don't know what kind of role, if any, you'll want me to have with them; friend, neighbor, relative, crazy uncle, weird guy down the street, obscure guy that just passes through... Well, anyway, whatever it is, your kids will deserve to know the truth once they're old enough to handle it." he handed them over to Amy.

Amy looked at them, uncertain, and then looked over to the kitchen where Faye had been doing the dishes. She'd moved to the bar and was watching when Caine started talking. Even her normally stony exterior looked softened by Caine's gesture. With a quivering lip, she nodded her assent. Amy took the envelopes and smiled. "Thank you, Caine," she said warmly, "for doing this for us."

"You're welcome," he smiled back. "So, uh, when do you want to do this?"

"Well," Amy smiled, slipping her arm into his and kicking the door closed behind them, "Faye started ovulating the other day as she's been horny as all."

"Amy!" Faye complained from the kitchen, reddening slightly.

"And I shouldn't be too far behind her now that we're living back together now and my cycle tunes to her." Amy explained as she guided Caine into their home. "I hope that you're not going anywhere for a while."

"Yeah, well, I had to put a few assassinations and a revolution on hold. But I did it just for you two." Caine deadpanned.

Amy laughed, her light, airy laughter filling the room. "That's funny!"

Caine looked at her. "Who said I was joking?"

Amy stopped laughing, looking up at him in alarm, and he flashed her a smile. "Kidding." he said. "I take time to plan my trips so I'm not leaving any time soon. I'll make sure that you two are properly knocked up before I go." He looked from one to the other. "So? Who's first?"

"I'll go first," Faye said, coming out from behind the bar. She beckoned him to follow her to the bedroom. "Amy will at least enjoy a prolonged session to get you hard again. Me, I just want to get it over with quickly." she said as she passed him. Caine gave her a mocking salute as she went by but fell into step behind her. She shot him a dirty look in response. The moment she crossed into the bedroom she undid her pants, crawled up onto the bed, and lowered them down to her knees. She then bent over so that her bare ass was presented to him.

"Gee, nothing like getting down to business, huh?" Caine remarked as he took off his tunic. He sighed dramatically as he kicked off his boots and undid his own pants. "Where has all the romance gone in the world?"

"Are you going to come over here and fuck me or not?"

"Warm me up to it," Caine quipped as he walked over to the bed while taking his cock out. It was already hard just from the thought of being used by these two for strictly procreation purposes. "Talk dirty to me. Buy me flowers," he continued on in his comical voice. He crawled onto the bed behind her, spat on his hand, lubed up his cock, and drove into her in one thrust.

"OW!" Faye complained as his cock jabbed into her. "Not so hard, asshole!"

"Shaddup," Caine retorted. "At this point yer lucky I don't plow you with a turkey baster since the direct deposit method is much more efficient. Besides, it's not like you're giving me a lot to work with here."

"You've seen me naked before, use your imagination!" she snapped.

Caine grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard and deep. Faye grabbed the covers of the bed, gripping them as he fucked her hard. Her mouth was in a snarl at first but then she relaxed enough to at least acknowledge the pleasure that was emanating from her loins as her body responded in the way God had intended. She hated to admit it, but he had a good staccato going while he pounded her and she was soon chanting a "Ah... Ah... Ah..." in time with his thrusts. A minute later, Caine jammed his cock as far into her as possible and kept it there as he came hard deep inside of her pussy.

"Are you done?" She asked when she felt his cock stop throbbing soon after that.

"Gee, don't sound too put out about this," Caine said, holding his cock inside of her as it spurt the last of his seed out. "After all, I'm doing this at your request. Besides," he softened his tone a bit, "I'd think that you'd want to try and get this done the first time so that you wouldn't want to have to fuck a man again." He slowly pulled out of her, making sure to squeeze his cock from the base to the tip as he did to ensure that each drop stayed inside of her. "Just be glad that we don't go the full measure and have you orgasm while I'm still in the process of cumming." He reached down, grabbed her hips, and hoisted her back up to her knees when she sank down onto the bed. "Keep your ass up. It'll help get more past your cervix."

"That all helps?" Faye asked. "How do you know this?"

"I read a book on it the day after y'all asked me to do it." Caine said. "The female orgasm, if done in time with the male's, will go from the labia up to the cervix to effectively milk the penis for every amount of sperm it can get in order to increase the chances of procreation."

Faye just blinked at him, shocked that he both knew this and took the time to look it up.