Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 07

"Yes, Master," Emily said, looking up at him submissively.

"I'm serious," he said, eyeing her. "Don't just 'Yes, Master' me if you think that's what I want to hear. Your comfort is key here and we don't want you to strain anything while you're in here. Now are you sure that you're comfortable?"

"Mmm-Hm." Emily tried to nod but couldn't because of her straps. "Yes, Master."

"You'll tell me otherwise?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay then." He reached over to one of the machine components and got out two plastic cups that would totally encase her breasts. She knew from her first day that they had cups that went from 'A' all the way up to 'ungodly huge' that would suck the milk from her tits. Right now, Master was getting the ones that were just her size. He engaged the suction and placed them over her breasts. The vacuum pump did the rest as they attached with her nipples now pointing down into the tube that would take the milk from her over to the holding can.

Meanwhile, Mistress was lubing up two dildos and placing them up against Emily's ass and pussy. Emily squirmed just a bit as she felt the heads of them nuzzle just inside of both openings. Then came the bulb of a hitachi as Mistress placed it right up against her clit and secured it to the knee and chest board.

"Ohhhh!" Emily moaned at once when she felt the hitachi start to vibrate and the dildos push inside of her when Mistress engaged the machine. Then her breasts were pulled down, from the bases down to the tips, as Master started the milker.

"Alternating or simultaneous, Emily?" Master asked her.

"Uhm..." she thought for a bit, taken off guard byt the question. If they were going through all of this trouble to put her in this, then they expected her to be here for a while. "At the same time, please, Master, for both the suctions and the dildos." She liked having both of her nipples teased at the same time.

"You got it." Master flipped a switch so that the milker would suction both of her breasts at once instead of alternating one after the other. Likewise, the dildos fucking her would be going into her ass and pussy at once instead of one going in while the other was going out. She chose that selection because if she did fall asleep after getting off, as she'd done before, then she'd have the rhythmic sensation of the suctions and dildos working in tandem to lull her. Once they were satisfied of her comfort, they left her alone.

As they closed the door behind them, Emily felt at odds as this wasn't at all what she pictured her sexual servitude to be like. Master and Mistress truly did care for her well-being from what she could tell. They seemed to want her to be happy and they wanted her to get off. She'd always pictured a sex slave being someone cooped up in a cage, never fed, never given water, never allowed to talk, and never allowed to get off. She imagined that sex would always be for her owner's pleasure and not her own. But here she was being pampered in the lap of luxury and all she had to do was surrender her body.

Seemed like a fair trade in her opinion.

Emily felt her passion rise as the machines worked on her. "Ooooh... Goood..." she moaned as both holes were fucked while the milkers on her breasts rhythmically suckled on her nipples. The milker hurt at first but she quickly warmed up to it. "Oh God... Oh God..." she whimpered, biting her lip as she lost herself into pleasure she was getting. The orgasm that followed was slow building and it washed over her like a warm blanket, making her tingle all over. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a husky sigh. Her body trembled just a little and then her body went to being worked up to another one as the machine chugged away on her.

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CHAPTER 70: Growing Concerns

Emily came out of the bathroom after her evening bath one day to find Ashley and Faith hunkered down next to the door leading to Master and Mistress' suite, eavesdropping. As she rubbed her baby bump, she looked at them with curiosity and was about to ask them what was going on when they both put their fingers to their lips and mouthed for her to be quiet. Then they motioned her over and had her kneel down between them. "What's going on?" Emily asked in a whisper.

"Something's up," Ashley whispered back. "Master has received some news and Mistress is upset about it. We've only caught snippets of the conversation."

"Ohmygod!" Faith gasped. "Hush up! Master just said that Master Spicer was killed!"

"What?" Ashley looked at her, "Are you serious?" She pressed her ear back to the door.

Emily did the same and she could hear Master and Mistress' muffled voices. Mistress was hysterical. "What's to stop him from going after others at the auction? What's to stop him from coming here?"

"I've already beefed up security," Master was saying.

"Do you think that matters where Caine is involved?" Mistress demanded. Both Ashley and Faith gasped in shock, covering their open mouths with their hands. They looked at each other in shock and horror.

"Oh my God..." Ashley said.

"Caine is back..." Faith agreed, finishing the thought for her.

"Who is Caine?" Emily asked in a tentative voice. She shrunk a bit when Ashley and Faith both looked her way with shocked expressions.

"Are you serious?" Faith blanched. "Who is Caine?" Really? You've never heard of him? The Slayer of Gatlinburg? The Hero of Canton? The Harbinger of Death himself? You've never heard of Caine! That's like saying that you've never heard of God... or Air... or the sun and moon!"

Emily shook her head and Ashley gasped. "My god, child, you really have been in a bunker, haven't you?" When she shrugged, Ashley got a dreamy look on his face. "He's just the most badass, handsomest, rugged, and ruthless man ever to live, that's all!"

"A cobra bit his leg once and after five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died." Faith said with a smile.

"I heard that he beat the sun in a staring contest one time." Ashley added. "There was an eclipse the next day because the sun hid in shame."

Emily looked from one to the other. "Are you two kidding me?"

They shook their heads. "He's beaten Death so many times that Death doesn't come for him anymore after his near-Caine experience." Faith said with all seriousness.

"You all are talking about Chuck Norris jokes!" Emily said, aghast.

"Oh no," Ashley said, just as grave and serious as Faith was. Both of them crossed themselves piously. "We know that Caine is derived from the Lord God, Chuck Norris. It is he who sent Caine to be his avatar on earth. His writings were found everywhere after the flare and everyone knows them!"

"So much for the bible..." Emily muttered under her breath.

*

Master groaned with relief and pleasure, his balls emptying out into Emily's pussy as he came. Emily moaned with pleasure, holding her legs wide for him until he was done. When his cock was finally done twitching and throbbing within her, he rolled over to his back to her side and she curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, to caress and stroke his body. He idly caressed her bare back as he lounged on her bed.

Summoning up her courage, Emily tentative spoke. "Master?" she asked in a shy, tiny voice. "Who's Caine?"

Master froze and looked at her with surprise. "Where did you...?" He then looked at the door leading to his suite. "You overheard earlier?" She nodded and he sighed. "Just as well. You were bound to hear of him eventually."

"I overheard with Ashley and Faith," Emily admitted. "I'm sorry Master..."

"No... don't be... You need to know anyway." He blew out a long breath. "Caine is an evil, unholy man. He's the worst kind of raider there is and he's been out marauding ever since the Flare. I thought that he was dead when we haven't heard about his activity in nearly decades but it seems like he's back now." Master shook his head as he stared off towards the ceiling. "He's slaughtered thousands and there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to his killings. One day he'll save a burning village and the next day he'll be burning another one to the ground. He'll fight against soldiers one week and bail them out of a raider attack the next." He shook his head even more in disgust. "He's an enigma. You'd have an easier time asking what motivates an earthquake or a tornado than figuring out what motivates Caine."

He gave her an even look. "We are well protected here. I don't want you worrying about him," he said, patting her swelling belly. "I don't want anything to distress the baby growing inside of you." He kissed the top of her head, rolling on top of her. "Now no more talk of the boogeyman. Relax and enjoy me," he said, grinding against her to get his cock hard again.

Taking his advice and wanting to please her master, Emily banished all thoughts of Caine from her mind. She wrapped her arms and legs around Master, grinding up against his dry thrusts to get him hard as fast as she could, whimpering softly into his mouth just as he liked when he kissed her full on the lips. "Mmm... please fuck me, Master," she whined, knowing that would get his cock to rise as he liked his slaves sweet and submissive in bed. "Please fuck your little slave hard and fast."

It did the trick as his hardness was penetrating her again a moment later. "OH! Yes, Master!" she cried out, arching her back to press against his body. "Fuck me, Master! Punish me for making you worry!" Master did just, that, grabbing her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head as he plowed into her hard, fast, and deep. Soon the slapping of their skin against one another permeated in the room. "Yes, Master..." she breathed, "Make your little slave cum..."

"AHHHHHHH!" Master hissed, his cock blowing his load into her once again. This one sent Emily over the edge and she cried out as she orgasmed right along with him this time. Their bodies shuddered and quivered together as their genitals throbbed and pulsated in time with each other, sending them into a sex-fueled stupor afterwards.

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CHAPTER 71: Caine

A few days later during a thunderstorm, the power went out in the mansion giving Emily a momentary pause. She didn't think about it much at first because of the lightening until she happened to get a glance outside and saw that the other residences just outside of the mansion grounds were all on. She frowned, shouldn't a power outage cause them to go out as well? A strike of lightening on the Washington Monument nearby made her jump. Maybe she was being irrational about this, and maybe she was acting just a bit like a child, but nevertheless she thought that she'd be safer with Master and Mistress tonight. All the talk about other prominent families in the area getting attacked was making her jumpy.

She went into the hallway to go to the Master Suite when she paused. There... at the end of the hallway... she could see the dark figure of a man standing there every so often when the lightning from the storm lit the interior up. But when it went dark again, he moved. Emily's heart started racing faster and faster. Who was this man? Why was he here? And why was he getting closer to her in between lightning strikes?

The questions raced through her mind until he was close enough to her to make a last dash. Emily screamed in terror and fled. He caught her easily, jumping out at the last minute to hook her ankle with his gloved hand. Emily tumbled over the rug until she came to a stop in a corner. The man stood up and advanced on her. Now that he was right on top of her she couldn't help but voice the concern that Master and Mistress had.

"Caine..." she breathed, seeing that the man carried himself in every way as if he truly were the god on earth.

Then she screamed.

*

Master was up the moment he heard Emily scream. Mistress bolted upright a moment after he did. "What's that?" She asked in fear.

"Caine... it's gotta be." He said, color draining from his face.

"Oh my God, Charles, the baby!" Mistress gasped. "He's got to be after Emily and the baby!" Master was already out of bed, grabbing a nearby poker from the fireplace, and charging out into the hallway to confront their attacker.

"Call security!" he called back over his shoulder.

*

Even in the darkness, Emily could see Caine smiling at her. "It's good to know that my name and reputation still precedes itself."

"You are Caine?" Emily asked fearfully.

"No, I'm a social worker of a special classification," Caine replied with the sarcasm dripping in his voice. "I'm the guy they call in when things go wrong... and things have indeed gone wrong. But enough about me. Let's talk about you; are you... happy... here?"

"W-What?" Emily blinked in confusion.

"Are. You. Happy. Here?" Caine repeated, more careful this time around. He pointed at her belly where just the hint of a bump was evident. "You've been here for some time to have developed that. Were you taken against your will and impregnated?"

"Y-yes..." Emily admitted, recalling her first night here months ago.

Before Caine could ask her anything else, there was a savage roar behind him. Without even looking he sidestepped the attack that came from Master charging down the hall with a fireplace poker in his hand. The poker embedded itself into the floor, sticking. Master tried pulling it out and Caine took the opportunity to knee him in the face. Then Caine had his sidearm drawn, pointing at Master. "Well, well, well..." Caine mused. "The big man himself. Never thought in a million years that I'd ever be doing this."

"Caine!" Master hissed at him. "You will not take my child and heir away from me!"

"Yes, well you shouldn't be taking things that don't belong to you." Caine replied calmly, pulling the hammer back on his pistol with his thumb. "Say goodnight, asshole."

"NO!" Emily threw herself overtop of Master to stay Caine's hand. "Don't! I love him!" Caine pulled his pistol back up and looked at her in confusion. Emily pressed on. "Yes, I was taken from the Cryo Vault and sold at auction. But Master and Mistress have been nothing but kind to me! I would've been lost without them. I don't know what I would've done to survive. But now... now my life has a purpose! Please... don't kill him."

"Well..." Caine said, stunned. "This is new." He eased the hammer closed, holstered his pistol, and regarded the two of them. "You haven't been mistreated here?" He asked. Emily shook her head. Caine didn't seem to be buying it. "Prove it. Show me where you sleep at because the last batch of ladies that I liberated were kept in six by six rooms that made solitary confinement in prisons seem like luxury accommodations."

"You lie!" Master spat at him. "That'd be against the law. All breeding slaves are to be given all the comforts as free men and women."

Caine shrugged. "Don't take my word for it, Chief." He said, gesturing as if to another person. "Go check out the remains of your boy, Spicer's place. His 'breeding stock' was kept in the basement with a small room and two doors; one that led out into the basement and the other that led out into a cage for them to be milked once they were pregnant." He then gestured to Emily to lead the way.

Emily led him straight to her room where she showed him around. He was clearly impressed. Caine turned back to Master. "Yeah, at Spicer's mansion, he had sixteen women living in a space smaller than the bathroom."

"How can that be?" Master asked, having retrieved his poker and followed them into Emily's room. "I've been there before. Whenever he breeds the women he keeps them in suites like this one."

"Key term: when he breeds them." Caine corrected. "Have you ever seen them after they're bred? No? He always has to 'go get them' if they're entertaining his guests after that point, doesn't he?" Caine gave him a sly, knowing smile.

Master's jaw dropped as the realization hit him. "My God..."

"Yeah, right under your nose, too," Caine snickered. "Loo-cy... You have some 'esplaining to do," he added in a cheesy Latino accent.

"No," Master shook his head, "I have some work to do to clean this up." He sighed as he glared at the bandit before him. "Caine... I really want to hate you for everything you've done... but... thank you for bringing this to my attention. And after what Emily had said when we first bought her, I see that we need to change our practices."

"Shit... someone of your power and position admitting that he's wrong. I might fucking die of a heart attack right now," Caine quipped. Then he sighed. "Alright... I can see that you're treating her alright and that she wants to be here. But you have others out there who are not as fortunate. I'll give you three months to clean your shit up. If I'm not satisfied by that time then I'll be back to finish the job."

"Six months," Master countered. When Caine gave him a dubious look, Master elaborated. "You have to give me six months. You know as well as I do that I can't change people in just three."

"You don't have to." Caine smiled. "That's my job." He took out a card and handed it to Master. "Give me a call if you have need of my housecleaning services." Then he turned and headed out the door. "By the way, you REALLY need to upgrade y'all's security personnel because they really suck! I remember times when they were tougher than this!"

Emily let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding throughout the entire exchange. Even Master collapsed on the floor against the wall he'd been standing next to, shaking. Mistress came in a moment later, wearing nothing more than a negligee, seeing the two of them visibly shaken and scared. "Charles!" she exclaimed, going to her husband's side. "Emily! Are you two okay? He didn't hurt you?"

"No," Master shook his head and mumbled. "He nearly put one in my head. Where the hell was security at?"

"Elias went to fetch them and found them all unconscious in the command center," Mistress said. "Caine knocked them all out before killing the power. He's now working to get the power back on." She looked from him to Emily. "What happened?"

Master filled her in and then gestured to Emily. "If she hadn't shown loyalty and draped herself over me, Caine would've killed me." He added at the end.

"Oh! Oh you dear, sweet child," Mistress rushed over and hugged Emily tightly. "Whatever I can do for you, let me know, please."

"Love me, please, Mistress," Emily cried in Mistress' arms, now overcome with emotion at Master nearly being killed and her taken away from them. "Please..." she whispered.

"Of course," Mistress helped Emily to her feet and guided her back to her suite. "Charles?"

"Go take care of her," Master said, "I'm going to see to the staff."

Mistress took Emily over to her bed and they both laid down, holding each other close. "You brave, sweet girl you..." Mistress cooed at her. "A lesser girl would've just stayed huddled in the corner but you threw yourself onto my Charles to stay the devil's hand. I am SO sorry that I have ever yelled at you!" She kissed Emily's forehead and then framed the girl's face in her hands and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Do you love me, Mistress?" Emily asked in a small voice.

"Of course I do! More so now than ever before!" Mistress showered her in kisses. "You will have my love from now until the end of time for what you did! You will always have a place in my bed with my husband if you want!"

"Thank you, Mistress, I love you."

"No, thank you" Mistress said, kissing her deeply again. Then she leaned back and shucked off her negligee, revealing her nude body to Emily. Mistress then rolled her over to her back and nestled down in between Emily's thighs. Emily moved to start to touch Mistress but Mistress grabbed her wrists and shook her head. "No, allow me." She whispered, kissing Emily softly on the lips. "Just lay back and enjoy. This is the least I can do for you."