Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 06

She got to the master bedroom and was greeted to a whole host of attackers. Faye shot into the crowd, dropping men in black sneak suits left and right. Not having time to reload, she dropped the pistol when the magazine ran out and waded into them, indiscriminately punching, kicking, hacking and slashing until each one lay unmoving on the floor. Once again she retrieved her pistol, reloaded, and moved on to the next room. The next room was the grand study and library. In the middle of the room she saw a man standing there.

Not wanting to take a chance of it being a hostile, she pointed her gun at the man. "Governor Bailey?" she asked as she approached. No response. The man's right hand moved slightly and Faye took the shot.

A blood splatter appeared right in front of the man's chest.

Faye paused at the peculiar sight and fired again. More splatters but the man remained upright. The man's hand lifted a device and pressed the button. Lights lit the man's smiling face up and Faye could see that he was standing inside of a glass box.

"CAINE?" Faye asked in astonishment. "What the fuck?"

Caine winked at her, pushed a second and a third button. The glass case that he was in lowered and the lights in the library all came on. That's when Faye saw Governor Bailey, his wife, and the upper ranks of the Lincoln Scouts all standing safely on the upper balcony of the library above them. "Gentlemen," he said, looking up at them with hands folded behind his back. "You've been asking me to train the Scouts for some time now. I now give you your trainer," he said, indicating his stunned student. "Faye has taken down a whole host of your own people using techniques that I've drilled into her over the past couple of months. Your training methods are ineffective and work only against other people such as the Corning Crusaders. Under Faye's tutelage, you'll be a force to be reckoned with."

"Shit..." Governor Bailey said, shaking his head in amazement. "Alright then. Faye, if you could, please report here for your first day of work tomorrow to start whipping the Scouts into shape."

"Are you serious?" one of the men in a Scout uniform demanded.

"She just bitch-slapped your men around downstairs and in my bedroom!" Bailey snapped back. "Caine taught her in two months what your men have been training for years to do! So yes, I am serious!" Bailey glared at the man who wavered and then bowed his head.

"But..." Faye sputtered, waving a hand towards the door. "Those men that I killed."

"Paint." Caine said, taking her gun and firing a round into the floor. A red splatter appeared. "They were told to play dead if they got hit."

"And the people I knifed?"

"Reactant vests designed to spatter if cut... and I gave you a dull blade to do it."

Faye's ire rose. "You son of a bitch! What is the meaning of all this?"

"It's a job interview that you aced, Faye," Caine said calmly. "You are now the official trainer or the Lincoln Scouts."

"More like the Disciples of Caine," Bailey said as he walked up. He took Faye's hand and shook it. "I'm proud to have someone like you to train our people. I look forward to seeing your methods."

"Well," Faye said, looking from Caine to Bailey, "If your people believe in such a place as hell, you might want them to put in for some R&R there after I'm done with them." She said. Caine laughed at that.

"You got the turn of phrase down," Bailey said. "So tell me, what are your plans to whip my Scouts into shape?" he asked, taking her by the shoulder to have her walk with him over to his office area.

"I... well, I can let Caine explain. Caine?" she looked over her shoulder but Caine had disappeared.

*

Faye walked into Caine's living room after spending two hours with the Governor and the top brass of the Lincoln Scouts outlining her ideas for training. Many of them mirrored her experiences with Caine but she threw in some more innovations and ideas of her own. Once the meeting was over, both the Governor and the Brass were impressed and they said that they looked forward to her results.

"You left me alone in there intentionally." She glared at him with arms crossed and her foot tapping.

"Are you talking about your final exam, or the brain trust meeting afterwards?"

"Both."

"Pfft," Caine waved a dismissive hand as he took a drink of water from the glass he'd been holding. "You did just fine. You're as ready as you're going to be and you don't need me hanging around. Now I can leave Lincoln in good hands while I head out to do my job."

"Well..." Faye mulled that over while she walked across the living room to him. She dropped her crossed arms, grabbed her shirt, and peeled it off before reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "There's one job that you haven't finished here yet."

"Oh?" Caine was watching her with wry amusement.

Faye kicked her boots off and undid her pants, stepping out of them right as she got up to him. Then she hooked her panties and let them drop to the floor. "You still have to get me pregnant." With that she dropped to her knees, undid his belt and fly and reached into his boxers for his cock. She looked up at him as she stroked it to hardness. "This doesn't mean that I'm full-bi or that I even like you," she pointedly told him. "But you're the only guy that I'll willingly do this with."

"Your secret is safe with me," Caine replied with a sly wink.

Faye went down on his cock, easily taking it all the way into her mouth to deep-throat him and sucked hard. Caine arched back into the couch and groaned as his cock went to full hardness almost at once. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft for a few minutes until she finally climbed up onto his lap to lower herself down onto it. Caine placed his hands on her hips to help ease her down. Once she was straddling him with his cock fully entrenched inside of her, she began to gyrate her hips against his.

Caine tried moving his hands up to her breasts but she slapped them away, instead grabbing her own breasts to squeeze and knead as she moved on top of him. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she got lost into her own little fantasy. Faye dropped one hand down to her pussy to finger her clit while the other hand stayed up to fondle her own tit.

"You better be close," She muttered as she worked herself to a frenzy.

"Don't worry about me." Caine remarked. "I'm enjoying the show here." A few moments later when she went over the edge he went right with, cumming hard deep inside of her pussy. He grabbed her ass, picked her up, spun in place, and panted her down on the couch. Faye wrapped her legs around his waist at the same time to lock her ankles behind his back.

They both grunted and groaned together as they rode the orgasm out. Once they both came down off of their erotic high, Caine kept a hold of her so that her pussy was elevated and his cock was pointed down and against her cervix. Their eyes locked with a primal intensity. Caine reached up to grab her neck while she brought her hands up to play with her breasts again, this time giving him more of a show. It was almost like an unspoken agreement was reached between them. There would be no love lost between them but in this single moment they were just two people, two equals, with mutual needs trying to reach a mutual goal.

Faye bore down on his cock as he moved it slightly inside of her. She fluttered her pussy to work his cock back to full hardness once again. When he got there, he kept her pinned in place with his hands and fucked her hard and deep. They grunted in unison as they fucked. Their bodies were soon covered in sweat as they moved as one until they came to an earth-shattering orgasm once again.

*

"So, you're leaving?" Faye asked two weeks later as she walked up to Caine's house. Caine was out front loading up his motor bike with provisions. From the looks of it, it was going to be a long haul.

"WE are," Caine corrected, nodding back towards the front door where Lauren was bringing out a couple of black backpacks. "She's made some contacts out east and found out where a truck load of women got shipped to after our cryo vault got raided. Apparently, Corning kept a very selective list of clients and their tastes on file and as soon as women showed up that matched it, they got moved out to the coast. I'm going to hunt down every one of them that I can find to bring them back here."

"That's it then?" Faye noted. "Just wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am now that you've done your duty to humanity?"

Caine gave her a wry look. "You're having a kid, Amy's having a kid, you have a job, and now Amy's got a job from what I hear. What more do you want from me?" he asked. "You didn't want to make this weird, remember?"

"I know," Faye said. The moment the docs had declared that she was pregnant was when Caine that had stopped coming over. She'd been grateful at first but then she felt like something was missing. "I just wanted to say; thanks. For everything." She held out her hand. Caine regarded her for a moment and then shook it with a smile. "And whenever you're back in town, come by and see us... as friends."

"I'll do that," Caine smiled broadly at her. He looked back at the door where Jessica was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and was looking distressed. "Since we're friends now, can you do me a favor? Keep an eye on Jessica for me while I'm out of town, will ya? I want to make sure that she's taken care of."

Remembering the time she had with Jessica, Faye nodded. "Yeah, we can do that."

"Jessica," Caine called over to her and pointed at Faye. "Here's your Mistress for when Lauren and I are out of town. Follow her as you would me."

Jessica brightened up at that. "Thank you, Master!" she beamed. Caine beckoned her forward and hugged her. Then Lauren hugged her before letting her go over to where Faye was waiting.

Caine mounted his bike and Lauren climbed on behind him. They donned their helmets. Caine looked at them one last time. "Behave you two."

"Never," Faye grinned.

Caine nodded with a smirk, dropped his visor, kicked his bike to life, and sped off into the distance.

END OF FAYE AND AMY'S STORY.