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Author's Notes: In these stories I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this is not your cup of tea, you can move on instead of leaving me flaming comments at the end. "Apocalypse Slaves" is intended to be a digest style story with no real end planned out. I'll finish some of the girls' stories and then move on to other girls that are introduced along the way. So who knows for certain where this will all lead to? If you have ideas and/or suggestions I will entertain them so long as they are within reason and within the boundaries of what I'm willing to write. And if you do decide to email me though the Literotica system, please leave an email so that I can respond. I promise that I don't bite... much.

Tags for this story include, but are not limited to, and not necessarily in this order: non-consent, reluctance, science fiction, sci-fi, apocalypse, post-apocalyptic, slave, slaves, bdsm, volunteer slaves, dystopia, dystopic, bondage, abduction, forced sex, blackmail, ravishment, kidnapping, dominance, maids, submission, capture, captive, captured, enslavement, fetish, punishment, fucking machines, gangbang, mind break, mind-breaking, mind control, control, blackmail, threesomes, foursomes, group sex, double penetration, triple penetration, revenge, rescue, chasing, misogyny, reluctance, humiliation, escort, prostitution, courtesan, coercion, oral, anal, choking, masturbation, display, fuckdoll, and so on and so forth.

In case anyone is wondering; I am taking story ideas and inspiration from various models and/or picture sets that I've found on the internet. For Part 4 here my model inspiration is actress Veronica Lauren (Days of our Lives, American Pie, Homeward Bound 1 & 2). Chapter numbering just continues from previous parts for continuity purposes.

Now that the fair warning is out of the way, on with the story.

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Once a beautiful Miss America married Mister Right...
had a little baby girl, born on a stormy night.
But that was once upon a time, now it's a brand-new world.
Gimme the future, gimme the future, gimme the future with a modern girl.

-Meat Loaf, "Modern Girl"

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PART 4: Lauren

CHAPTER 29: Blackmailed

Caine... Man or Myth?

In the old State of Ohio, in an old, but not yet abandoned city, there is a statue erected in his honor that reads "The Hero of Canton: Caine"

In the outskirts of the D.C. Hab there is a memorial erected to the men and women who fought and died there. The plaque says: "To those brave soldiers who were murdered by Caine."

Even out on the distant shores of the California Republic there are those in the government who vilify the name Caine while people in bars silently lift a glass in Caine's honor.

Legend says that he came from the unholy union of a Raider King from the depths of hell and an Angel from on heaven on high. People either love him or hate him but the fact remains that everyone knows who he is. But who is he, really? This ongoing investigative report will examine the origins of North America's most notorious figure-

"Lauren," one of the beautiful executive secretaries said as she passed by Lauren's desk, causing the petite brunette to look up from her editorial work on the infamous Caine with shock. Worry etched her blue-green eyes as it wasn't often she received word from one of the exec's workers. "The CEO would like to see you in his office," she said somberly, handing a notice memo to her.

"Me?" Lauren asked, dread welling up in her stomach. That feeling was compounded by the sad look in the secretary's eyes and the resigned tone of her voice. "Why me? I mean I just started here not too long ago." She looked at the memo handed to her and it clearly had her name on it with a command to report upstairs. After plugging away in the proverbial trenches for months she finally landed her dream position in the news section that started with her life's pursuit; a documentary on Caine. "Why does the boss want to see me?"

The secretary looked uncertain and then her eyes darted back and forth to the sides as if looking for something before she leaned in. "Do yourself a favor;" she whispered, "don't fight it and try to relax as much as possible." With that ominous warning, the secretary hurried off.

What does that mean? Lauren wondered as she headed for the elevator with the summons clutched in her hand. She punched the button for the floor indicated and the elevator started to rise. After a couple of floors the back wall cleared the outer wall of the building and the glass wall of the elevator showed the view of the Kansas City Hab in all of its splendor. The crackling blue shield dome above protected them from the harsh rays of the sun and kept the dust storms that came in from the wastes at bay.

Despite the beautiful view, Lauren couldn't enjoy it as the fear was still gripping her. She'd only met the CEO once and that was during his annual walk-though of the building. He seemed nice enough of a man, albeit a bit average looking. He smiled at her, shook her hand, and she'd smiled back and that was all there was to it.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Lauren walked cautiously out. "Inside," the CEO Secretary said, pointing over her shoulder without looking up from her work.

"Uhm... thanks." Lauren said as she pushed the doors open into the spacious CEO Office.

CEO Richard Gatling sat behind his desk with his hands steepled in front of him. "Sit," he said, indicating the chair across from him. Lauren did as she was told, hands nervously wringing on her lap. She tried to stop and instead tried to smooth out the wrinkles of her suit skirt that was required wear for her position.

"Miss Lauren," Mr. Gatling said without preamble as he read over her file. "It says here that you've been with us for six months now."

"Yes, sir," She nodded.

"High marks in school, recently graduated, currently in our journalism internship program, and you've scored high on all aptitude tests." Gatling noted. He sat the folder aside and folded his hands on the desk in front of him. "Tell me; why did you join our firm? Honestly?"

"Uhm..." Lauren blinked, taken off guard by the question. "Well, sir, I've always wanted to write the news and I hope to earn my place in society here in Kansas City." She gave a half shrug. "And, I guess, with each position that a family works, it is one less ticket of ours that goes into the lottery. The higher you are in society, that's one less ticket that is entered."

"Ah. I see. So, by working hard you hope to move up so that you have virtually no tickets submitted each year, correct?" Gatling said, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, I can easily help with that though our corporate mentorship program."

"Really?" Lauren perked up at that.

"Absolutely. My program will guarantee that not only you will stay off the lottery list completely, but your family as well." He said, smiling broadly.

Lauren brushed a strand of her long, brown hair out of the way from her face. This sounded way too good to be true. "What's the catch?"

"No catch; all you have to do is whatever I say," Gatling said. "You can start by removing that blazer of yours. I think that it doesn't compliment your figure at all."

"What?" Lauren blinked, scarcely believing how this conversation had turned. She'd heard the stories, of course, of bosses taking advantage of their female employees but that sort of behavior was reserved for outside a Hab... not inside. "Uhm... I think I should go, sir." She said, suddenly standing up and heading back for the door.

"If you feel that way, fine," Gatling's voice followed her out, "but I think that you'll find yourself with double the amount of tickets in the lottery next year." She stopped in her tracks. "Tack onto the fact that you'll be fired immediately and a black mark from me will all but guarantee that you will not find employment anywhere else in the city. You'll rack up even more tickets from being out of work. That should be a sure-fire selection for next year's exiles, don't you think?"

Lauren's shoulders slumped. She had been reaching for the doorknob and fell short. She couldn't afford to be fired; she'd be a liability to her family. She'd be the reason they all got exiled. Almost as if he was reading her mind, Mr. Gatling chimed into her thoughts. "Your mother, a nice ripe age of 38, she had your older sister right when she was 18 didn't she? Anyway, she's lived her whole life in the Hab. People like that don't last more than a day out in the wastes." He made a tsk sound. "She'd be on a raider auction block in no time. Your older sister, just turned 20 since you two are so close in birth dates, she'd go over real well since from her profile photos she's fuller in the hips and the breasts. She has that natural beauty that makes other people jealous whereas you just have that plain, redheaded, 'girl next door' look going for you."

Her hand was hovering over the doorknob and it was shaking now. Her family had so much to lose. "Then there is your father," Mr. Gatling said. "Prominent businessman here in the KC Hab; he's got ties all over the place. To be exiled in the lottery? Well he'd still be able to do business. But if it came out that it was because his daughter didn't mesh well with my business?" More tsks. "Well, I think that the public would just hang him and be done with it. The public, after all, is fickle that way."

Lauren's hand dropped to her side and she hung her head in defeat. He had her and she knew it. What's more, he knew it as well for when she turned back towards his desk he was beaming in victory. "Good girl." He pointed over to his side as he turned his chair in that direction. "Stand here in front of me, now."

Her eyes burned with hatred and shame as tears welled up. It wasn't fair. "You shouldn't be able to do this." She said, voice barely above a whisper. "It's not right."

Her boss snickered. "Who do you think is going to come and save you? The Rets from out west? The Rangers from down south? Your beloved Caine, even that you're writing a piece on?" he snorted. "Please. Let me settle that right now: the man is a myth." He snapped his fingers impatiently for her to hurry up while she walked. "There are no heroes left in the world and now it's just survival of the fittest. Now get that pretty little ass of yours over here."

"Yes, sir." Lauren mumbled as she moved in front of him, face downcast and hands folded down in front of her belly.

"Since you just graduated, you still have your high school uniform, don't you?" Gatling asked. She nodded. "Good, that will be your uniform to signify your internship to me. You will wear that to work tomorrow. In the meantime, remove your blouse."

Lauren reached up and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt but eventually had it open. She took it off and dropped it to the floor without any flair or fanfare. "Good. Now the skirt and your pumps. I tell you; secretary blazer skirts are far too a conservative a look for girls like you, but ah well," he sighed with mock distress. "Off with it!" He ordered. She flinched at the sharp bark and reached back, unzipped it and let it drop to the floor to pool around her ankles before kicking off her shoes. Fidgeting slightly, she stood there in an embarrassed silence in just her matching lace black bra, panties, garters, and hose while her boss leered at her.

Gatling stood up and walked behind her. Lauren stiffened when he reached out and placed his hands onto her shoulders. The words of the secretary who first sent her up here came back to Lauren; Don't fight it... relax... Now Lauren knew what she'd been talking about. Gatling guided her to the right just a little until she was facing the side of his massive wooden desk. Looking down, Lauren now caught on that this side of the desk was conspicuously bare and she couldn't help but wonder how many other girls just like her had been deflowered right here as she was about to be.

She felt pressure on the backs of her shoulders as Mr. Gatling pushed her forward. Lauren bent forward at the waist, placing her hands on the short edge of the desk. "Every time you come in here," Mr. Gatling whispered in a gleeful, husky voice into her ear, "you'll come to this side of the desk so I can fuck you however I please. If you please me; you will do well in this company and your family will be provided for. If you displease me; there will be consequences. Understand?" He asked her. She whimpered and managed a series of quick, shaky nods. "Good." His hands traveled down her back to undo the clasps of her bra.

Lauren couldn't help but let out a loud sob as her modest breasts fell free. She continued crying as his hands then brushed the straps off her shoulders and then reached around her to feel her up. His hands cupped her twin mounds, squeezed them, kneaded them, and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to get them nice and hard. It wasn't the only thing hard as she felt his cock bulging out from his trousers as he nuzzled up behind her. His hips were gyrating up against her scantily clad ass and she could feel his arousal as it got more insistent.

Gatling pulled the bra down her arms to get the garment out of the way, making Lauren lift her arms up off the desk long enough for him to get the bra totally gone. He flung it over his shoulder and then went back to giving her breasts attention, listening to her whine and moan. "Go ahead; get it out. I don't mind." He told her as he molested her tits and nipples. "In fact; I'll enjoy it even more. I always enjoy these initial meetings with my interns," he chortled. He then pushed her down further until her forearms were resting on his desk. Once she was bent forward all the way, he reached down to pull her panties down her legs. "Cross your ankles," he ordered as he was kneeling behind her, examining her pussy. She did as ordered and he took the time to twist, and tie the panties to keep her ankles in that position. "If I ever order you to bend over my desk, this is the position that you'll be in, understand?"

"Yes, sir," Lauren whined from on top of the desk.

"Good," He stood up and slid his hand over her folds that were now visible with her bent over. He slid his index finger into her and found that she was already wet. "Anticipation... good..." he said, inhaling her scent. "But not a virgin. Who'd you lose it to?"

"A boyfriend back in school," Lauren replied, her tone now sounding defeated.

"How many partners have you had?"

"Four."

"Well there is something to be said about the vigor of youth. I'll be your only one for a while until I tire of you," Gatling said as he continued fingering her. "I don't share often with others and when I do it will be for my benefit or to reward a hard-working employee."

Fuck... Lauren thought as she slid her arms out to either side, placing her upper body full on the desk as she waited for the inevitable to happen. She heard his fly unzip and the shuffling of his clothes. Lauren took a deep, calming breath and closed her eyes. A moment later her body jerked as Mr. Gatling roughly speared his hard cock into her waiting pussy. She hissed in a breath as her body felt the jab of pain and then the warmth of sexual contact spread throughout her body. Her hands tensed and flexed as Gatling pushed further and further into her. "Damn, you're tight," he sighed once his cock was into her all the way to the hilt.

He had his legs spread shoulder wide, on either side of her panty bound ankles. His hands rested onto her ass and he jerked his pelvis out and thrust back into her in one sharp move. Lauren hissed again as she was penetrated a second time... then a third... and then a fourth.

Gatling lasted all of ten thrusts, according to Lauren's mental count. She then felt that familiar sensation of a cock twitching as cum flowed into her, filling her up. His hands dug into her flesh as he enjoyed his orgasm. When his cock spurt out the last of his seed into her, he finally pulled out and stepped away. "Get up, turn around, and get down on your knees in front of me," he ordered her. It took her some shuffling to be able to do so since her ankles were still crossed and tied by her own panties, but she managed. "Be faster next time." He admonished her while presenting his cock to her face. "Clean me off." He glowered at her when she looked up at him with a questioning glance. "With your mouth, bitch," he said, grabbing her chestnut hair and roughly pulling forward.

"OW!" was all that Lauren managed to get out before his cock was stuffed into her mouth. She gurgled a bit but started licking and sucking on it to get both his cum and her juices off. It was a weird taste for her as she'd never tasted herself before.

"Good, at least you know how to suck a cock." Gatling said. "You'll be useful at board meetings." He pulled out of her mouth with her lips making a popping noise before stuffing his cock back into his pants. He went back to his chair while Lauren tried to untangle her ankles. "What are you doing?" he asked her. "You're not done yet."

"B-But..." Lauren said with wide-eyed fright. "But you just had me, Mr. Gatling."

"Yes, but I also like to watch while I work too. Get used to it." He flippantly gestured to her with one hand while pulling open his lower right hand side drawer of the desk with the other. He spent a few moments rummaging around in it before coming out with a jeweled butt plug and a decent sized dildo. He tossed them to her. "Put the plug up your ass. That's also part of your uniform while at work. You can only take it out to relieve yourself in the bathroom or when I say so. Now lie back on the floor and get yourself off. Then you can go back to whatever trivial thing you were doing at your desk."

She knelt there, blinking up at him with incomprehension written all over her face. Gatling let out a sigh of disgust while he rolled his eyes. "Let me help you," he said irritably, shooting to his feet and advancing on her. Before she knew it, he had her by the hair again and was bending her over into a fetal position with her ass sticking up in the air. While holding her down with one hand, he grabbed the plug in the other and proceeded to ram it in and out of her wet pussy. Lauren squeaked in discomfort and writhed in his grasp until he shouted down at her to hold still. She stopped moving and he fucked her more with the plug before bringing it up to her back passage.

"AHHHH!" Lauren gasped loudly as the plug invaded her ass. She jerked when the flared part of the plug made it past her tight opening and settled into place with the plastic jeweled part being the only thing sticking out. She squirmed uncomfortably as her butt settled with the new intrusion inside of it.

"There we go," Gatling proclaimed. He then gave her a hard swat across her bottom. "That's for disobeying me and hesitating." He said amid her howl of pain. "Now; do as I ordered and get yourself off or else I won't be in such a charitable mood." He commanded, returning to his chair. He propped one foot up onto a knee and leaned back into his chair to watch the show.

Whimpering in pain, Lauren reached out and grabbed for the dildo. She was about to stay kneeling while bent over until she remembered his original command; lie back on the floor. With a heavy heart, she rolled to her back, spread her legs wide, and brought the dildo up to her pussy. Trying hard to get into the moment since she had no idea how her boss would react if she failed to cum, she started rubbing the pointed end of the smooth plastic dildo up against her clit while groping her left breast. She closed her eyes and pictured one of her former lovers and a couple of the football players back in school that she had crushes on but never had the opportunity to hook up with. She fantasized that one of them was already up her ass while the other was teasing her.
Losing herself into her own reality helped as she ground the dildo back and forth across her clit. Soon she was gasping with pleasure as she got more into it. Then she slid the dildo inside of her and fucked herself hard and fast with it while imagining that she was being double-teamed by the two hottest guys from her High School. She started bouncing her hips up and down off the cold floor as she played with her pussy and her breast in a good rhythm. Then she was gasping as she felt the orgasm get closer and closer.

"Oh, God!" she gasped under her breath as the climax suddenly ripped through her. Her body tensed and her ass was up off the floor as her legs quivered while holding herself up. She clamped her hand down hard onto her breast and squeezed her nipple hard, riding the sensation out. Any pleasure that she derived from it was cut short by Mr. Gatling's clapping and comments of approval. That brought her back to reality and she sulked back up to her feet, dropping the dildo to the floor while waiting for her instructions.

"Very, very good," Gatling said with pride. "You'll do well here. Now get dressed and get back to work. Remember; school uniform tomorrow with the butt plug in and I will be doing a very thorough inspection."

"Yes, Mister Gatling," Lauren said with resignation as she gathered up her clothes, dressed, and left in a hurry, rushing past the secretary outside and refusing to meet her eye. What she wouldn't give for the Legendary Caine to come riding in on his motorbike like a hero of old to lay down some justice. That'd be nice.

It was a shame that no one knew where he was.

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CHAPTER 30: Trapped.

The next day at work, Lauren was wearing her old schoolgirl's uniform from high school. It still fit her perfectly although now that she was wearing it in a professional environment, she felt more self-conscious than ever. For years, from what she'd been told by older students before her, the hem of the skirt kept on getting shorter and shorter until it barely hid anything. When she stood, it was just low enough to conceal her panties but high enough to show the bottom curve of her tight, round ass. Now that she was fully developed, her breast fit snugly in the blouse top that felt like it was deliberately a size too small, another evolution of the uniform, she'd been told.

As she got to her desk she found a box laying on her chair. She glanced around and noticed that the other workers refused to meet her confounded look. It was almost as if they knew something was going on with her and the CEO and no one would dare to address it. Lauren picked the box up and sat down as comfortably as she could with the jeweled butt plug that was up inside of her. After squirming a bit, she got settled down and opened the box up.

The note inside was from Mr. Gatling that simply said 'Final Addition To Your Uniform'. It was a diamond necklace. Lauren gasped at the extravagance. Part of her wanted to throw it across the room but she knew, deep down, that such an action would more than likely be punished. Her phone rang as she was examining it and she jumped. She put the necklace down on the desk and picked up the phone. "Y-Yes?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"Not very professional way to answer a phone in my building," Gatling said on the other end. "Now put the damn necklace on."

"You can see me?" Lauren looked around before her eyes settled on a black dome above her desk that she hadn't seen before. It looked like it was recently installed.

"Of course, I can see you. You're looking at the camera I had put in last night. Now put that necklace on." Gatling commanded. Lauren set the phone down and picked the necklace up. She put her hair to the side so that she could clasp it behind her neck. The diamonds were heavy and the center pendant nestled right at the top of her modest cleavage. "Good. Good." Gatling crowed over the phone loud enough for her to hear. "That looks very good on you. Now get your ass up to my office now!"

"Yes, Mister Gatling." Lauren replied in a resigned tone into the phone before hanging up. She trudged her way to the elevators and her certain fate all the while feeling the stares of the workers behind her as she went.

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"Lauren honey," her mother said at dinner that night. "You looked troubled. What's wrong?"

Lauren gave out a squeak of surprise at her mother's sudden question. She had been just sitting quietly at the corner, lost in her own thoughts and content in wearing as many clothes as possible since she got home. "Oh nothing... work... that's all." She covered quickly.

"Must be exciting, being out in the real world now, not having to worry about silly things like the lottery, yes?"

"Oh yes... exciting..." Lauren agreed even though in her heart she didn't feel it. She stared off into space as she absently ate.

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After dinner, Lauren turned off the lights of her room and flopped into bed. At least here she didn't have to worry about Mister Gatling getting to her. This was the one place where she could be herself. "I'm safe here... he can't get me here... just endure it and your family will be safe..." she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and took some deep, calming breaths. When her nerves were settled, she looked up and off to her left out the window. The moon was full tonight and the light made the hab shield shimmer in brilliant blues and whites. It was beautiful to watch along with the backdrop of the stars up in the night sky. She often lost herself in thought while staring off in wonderment.

Her eyes drifted over to a poster on the wall. Like many a teenaged girl, she had a crush on the only thing that passed as a heart throb these days; the infamous Caine. Rogue. Bandit. Privateer. Assassin. Of course, no one really knew who he was or what he looked like so the poster was a local artist's rendition. This poster sold well when she was 16 and still in school and showed a black, leather clad man that showed off broad shoulders and ripped muscles. He wore a black biker's helmet with the visor down to add to the mystery of the man as he stood straddling his motorbike with one hand on the handlebars and one hand holding a menacing looking gun. Even with the visor down, Caine seemed to bore his gaze into her very soul. MMmmm... dreamy... Lauren thought, feeling the warmth start to pool within her loins. Despite the last two days of hell at work and being used by her boss, just fantasizing of Caine made her wet. I'd be a slave to him any day... she added to herself.

Of course, it was an empty thought. No one knew where Caine was at. Even still, it was always a popular thought amongst any girl who'd hit puberty; to have Caine come in to the rescue, slay the corruption, and make off with the willing damsels so that he could have his wicked way with her. Going back to her favorite fantasy made her rub her thighs together. She decided to reach for her dildo underneath of her pillow to give herself some loving as she certainly wasn't getting off with her boss fucking her... at least when he didn't actively order her to masturbate to get off for his own pleasure anyway.

She was rubbing one breast through her clothes when she heard the phone ring but didn't pay it any mind. At least she didn't until there was a knock on the door. "Honey," her mom said, "phone!"

"Tell them I'm in bed," Lauren said, yawning for emphasis. Geez... who was calling her now? She had better things to do and better people to do in her own fantasy world.

"It's work, dear, and they're quite insistent."

Lauren's heart plummeted as she got off of the bed and crossed to the door. She opened it up and her mom handed her the small receiver. Lauren took it with a shaky hand, thanked her, and then closed the door with her back plastered up against it. "He-hello?"

"Lock the door behind you and then strip." Gatling's voice commanded her from the other end with such a force that Lauren nearly dropped the phone.

"H-How'd you get my number?"

"Employee Directory. Besides, I can get anyone's number I want. Now I've taken over your computer that's over in the corner and saw you fondling yourself. Your camera is moving now, you should be able to see it. Now, put me on speaker, set the phone by the computer, and fucking strip already!"

"But I'm not at work!" Lauren protested, whining.

"I fucking OWN you, bitch! Now get with the damn program or big sister is in prison tomorrow where she'll be VERY popular with the inmates!" Gatling roared. Lauren let out a sob of dismay as she did as she was instructed. After the phone was in place, she walked back over to the bed and started to take her clothes off. "No, no, no," Gatling said. "Face the camera and strip slowly. Make it worth my time hacking your computer.

Lauren turned in place and let her hands drop. Then slowly, she pulled the bottom part of her shirt up and over her head, leaving her arms crossed overhead to give the camera a good view of her t-shirt underneath. "Fuck..." Gatling swore. "How many pieces did you put on when you got home?" She tried to tune him out as she undid her belt and slowly drew it away from her pants. Then she reached up and peeled off her t-shirt, revealing her lace bra.

With tears brimming in her eyes, she unbuttoned the fly of her jeans, opened them up, and let them slide off of her hips. She was wearing high cut shorts underneath. Through the phone, Gatling groaned. "You are not to cover up with this many layers ever again or you will be punished the next day at work. Understand?"

"Yes, Mister Gatling," Lauren said with dismay.

"In fact, you're not to wear any underwear from here on out. Got it?"

"Yes, Mister Gatling."

"Good, now get the bra and shorts off."

Lauren reached back to unclasp her bra and she heard Mister Gatling groan. "Oh yeah, suck it just like that, bitch."

"Uhm... I don't have anything in my mouth, sir," Lauren pointed out with a confused look on her face.

"Not you, you dumb cunt. The intern that I have here at home. So take a mental note that there will be times that I take work, I.E. you, home with me. Now get the underwear off already!"

Lauren hastened to undress and stood there in front of her computer totally naked. She folded her hands in front of her just in front of her pubis. "Move your hands!" Gatling ordered. "Good. Never cover yourself up in front of me. Virtual or otherwise. Got it? Now, grab your dildo, kneel back down where you were standing at, and get yourself off."

Tears fell down her cheeks as she got her dildo and knelt on the floor, spreading her knees when Mister Gatling ordered her too. She closed her eyes and tried to get back into her fantasy when Mister Gatling snapped at her. "Open your eyes and look right at the camera, bitch! I want to see your face when you cum. And no faking it, either, or else daddy gets laid off when he reports to work in the morning."

God, will this ever end? Lauren lamented inside of her head. Her sad eyes fluttered open and she stared at the camera, chest heaving from small sobs starting to emanate within her. Even at home she wasn't safe and now he was taking everything away from her. She brought the point of the dildo to her pussy, spread her labia, and pushed it up inside of her. Her breath hitched slightly and her nipples perked up a bit from the smooth penetration but she knew that she'd need more to get off. She wanted to drop her head in shame and let her red hair hide her face but she had her instructions.

With one hand, she pushed and pulled the dildo, moving it within her, while her other hand came up to knead her naked breast. Lauren made sure to keep her eyes locked on the camera or else who knew what Mister Gatling would come up with for a punishment for her. Unlike in his office the other day when she could close her eyes and get lost in a fantasy, she just couldn't do it tonight no matter how hard she tried. She then gave up fondling her own breasts to finger her clit with one hand while fucking herself with the dildo in the other.

Eventually she gave up trying and faked it the best she knew how to. With any luck, Mister Gatling wouldn't notice. She let out a muffled cry, threw her head back, and went thought the motions. She even went so far as to flex her pussy around the dildo as if somehow her boss could see or feel it. When she thought that she'd hammed it up enough for the camera, Lauren let the dildo slide out of her before standing up and waiting for instructions.

"Passable..." Gatling commented, clearly not thrilled with the performance. "You did better in my office. Be there first thing in the morning." With that, the phone cut out and the camera swiveled back to its base position.

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CHAPTER 31: In Too Deep.

Lauren was staring off to one side into space while Mister Gatling repeatedly thrust into her. It'd been a month since he'd initially taken her here in his grand office. Today they were in a side room that overlooked the city where he kept a bed at for himself and his staff to have girls just like her. Her eyes remained unfocused, staring off across the distant horizon, as her boss' cock continued to plow in and out of her.

Finally, he grunted, arched his back and drove his cock all the way into her. She absently flexed her abdominal muscles to grip him as his seed flowed into her. It was strange to her how she'd become detached in the simple act of having sex, forced or otherwise. Her mind seemed to turn her body off as it wandered. No longer did she really feel his roving hands across her skin as they mauled her tits or squeezed her ass while he fucked her. She hoped that by just lying there and taking it, he'd get tired of her sooner and just discard her like he'd done with other executive secretaries around the building. Sure, she might wind up as one of them but at least this time she'd expect it. Maybe she might enjoy it with one of the other execs.

Mister Gatling was looking at her and growling. He gave her one final pelvic thrust before he pulled out and got up off of the bed. Lauren didn't even move as she continued to lay there splayed out spread eagled for him until he gave her an order. She was just waiting for her time at work to be over so that she could disappear out into the city, hang out with a friend or two maybe, or otherwise just hide. She went home only when it was time for the city-imposed curfew.

Lauren started doing that after he'd hacked her computer. The day after she came in to work only to be bent over the side of his desk and flogged on her ass until she cried for clearly faking it. After that, she didn't even bother going to her desk as she was to report to his office each day so that he could have his way with her. Each day he grew increasingly frustrated with her for being out so late so that he couldn't have as much fun with her through the computer.

"I don't think that you are appreciating my generosity." Gatling said as he got his clothes on. "I think that it's time for another abject lesson in humility for you."

What more can he do to me? Lauren couldn't help but wonder as his cum oozed out of her pussy and onto the bed. She heard him rummaging around in a nearby closet and then out in his main office.

When he came back he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of the bed, making her crawl out to the office. Once there she saw that there was a heavy metal stand with two poles. The first pole was about her height and had a metal ring at the top. At the midpoint, it had two smaller rings on either side. The second pole looked like it could extend or retract and ended in a metal dildo. Gatling forced her to stand with her back to the long pole. He opened up the top ring, pushed her back another half step, and latched the ring in place around her neck.

"Unnnnh!" Lauren cried out in alarm, instinctually grabbing at the metal collar and trying to open it up. It was too late, he'd already put a small lock in place right at her throat. He then grabbed her left hand, then her right, putting each into the two metal rings that were now down by her bottom, locking each of them. He then took out a bottle of oil, knelt down, and slathered it over the metal dildo. After taking her butt plug out, he then pressed a button on the side of the pole to extend it upward.

"EEP!" Lauren then squeaked, eyes bugging out as she felt it press up against her ass. It then pushed upward even further until she felt it nudge up against her back passage before it finally slid in, taking the place of the butt plug. "AHHHH!" she cried out in discomfort as she was anally penetrated. Mister Gatling didn't stop pushing it into her until she rose up onto her toes. Only then did he lock it into place.

"There we go, my pet," he leered at her as he stood up. "Now you'll learn some proper respect that these," he fondled her breasts and thumbed her nipples, "and this," he fingered her slit and ran his finger back and forth across her clit, "belong to me. As such, my execs and client will be able to use my property as they come in today."

Lauren's eyes widened in fright at that admission. She struggled in her bonds, screaming and thrashing about, but all she did was move her body around the dildo up her ass and jiggle her breasts for him. The base plate was too heavy for her to tip and when she glanced down she saw that the plate was bolted to the ground. "Oh God," she whined.

"You will also remain silent," Mister Gatling told her with a cross look. He fished out a ball gag from his back pocket, stuffed it into her mouth, and latched into place behind her head. "Enjoy your day, bitch," he added, slapping her across the breasts for emphasis.

*

Lauren had wound up crying herself to an exhausted sleep. It didn't last long as Mister Gatling's first guest of the day arrived at about mid-morning. She blinked awake at the sound of them talking over by the elevator and her blue eyes tracked them as they walked down the length of the red carpet to Mister Gatling's desk. The visitor, a tall man with dark hair, rugged features, and leathery skin that had seen too much sun outside of a hab shield, looked at her with interest. "New specimen, Richard?"

"Just got her last month. She's been with the company longer but she just recently became an intern."

"Mmmm," the visitor hummed appreciatively as he walked over to where Lauren was displayed at. His calloused hand reached out to scrape against her skin before trailing up to grope her right breast, tweaking the nipple. Lauren whined in dismay and tried to shake him off. "This one still has some fire in her."

"Wanna help break her in, Judge?" Gatling casually waved her way as he went to his desk. "Have fun. Cindy hasn't been on her knees in front of me since I got Lauren there. I think that her little vacation is over. So don't worry about me," he said as he pressed a button on his desk.

"Don't mind if I do," Judge said as he undid his pants and hitched them down far enough to whip his cock out. "You remind me of a little blonde slave that I just bought at auction before I came down here," he commented as he nuzzled up against her lithe young body. His cock was already hard and grazing up against her pussy. He reached down to spread her open wide so that he could place the head of his manhood into position. Then, with one smooth motion, he slid up into her. "Oh God, this feels good.

"Uuuungh," Lauren winced and whined as he penetrated her. She writhed in his grip and her bonds but to no avail. She was now filled in all three of her holes and there wasn't a damn thing that she could do about it except stand there and endure it. Tears flowed from her eyes once more as Judge proceeded to fuck her.

"Yes, you definitely remind me of my Blondie," Judge commented as he shoved his cock in and out of Lauren. "You're docile with a bit of defiance in you that needs to be beaten out of you. I'm looking forward to breaking her in just like I'll break you in." He looked over his shoulder. "Rich, you should sell this one to me!"
"Yeah, right," Gatling said. Lauren could see that his secretary, Cindy, the buxom permed blonde that had given Lauren her first summons a month ago, was down on her hands and knees in front of him sucking him off. Lauren couldn't remember when she walked in. Then again, she was also preoccupied with Judge right in front of her.

Judge's thrusting started becoming harder and erratic. "AHHHHHHNGH!" he grunted, thrusting up into Lauren and holding his cock deep into her as it started to throb. Lauren cried in discomfort as he was coming into her at a painful angle. Nonetheless, she still felt that familiar warmth as his cum flooded into her. "Ahhhhh," he then breathed, leaning up against her and resting his head on her shoulder while she was forced to stand there. "Make sure she gets some RadRoot. I don't want any bastards coming back for me."

"Shit," Gatling said, his hand now on the back of Cindy's head to hold her in place. "She'd be taking it at home even if I didn't feed it to her after work." He commented. He then grimaced and let out a long, slow breath. Lauren could tell that he was getting off inside of Cindy's mouth based off of his motions and the fact that she could hear Cindy swallowing even from where she was at.

Cindy quickly left and the men got down to business. Lauren tuned them out and retreated back into her exhausted stupor.

*

When she finally got off of work that day, she was walking cross legged. In addition to Mister Gatling and Judge that morning, she endured two executives, a few janitors, and even Cindy with a strap-on when Mister Gatling ordered his secretary to fuck her. Lauren barely had the strength to get her clothes on; butt plug, diamond necklace and all.

It was late and there was no way that she'd get home in time for curfew. She had to get off the streets in a hurry. Her legs took her to the apartment of one of her friends. It was actually the only solace Lauren found lately. It was in a guy her age that she was seeing. He was one of their alma mater's football players and was still muscularly built despite being out of school for nearly a year now. They had dated a bit, off and on, in high school and he was about the only person that she could turn to in order to lament about work and to have a sex life of her own. Her parents called him 'The Boomerang' as he was constantly coming back after a period of time after they would break up. Now it was nice to just talk to him as a friend and have him as a fuck buddy. The only problem is that lately with Mister Gatling monopolizing her time she hadn't been interested in being with him.

Time to change that, Lauren though as she knocked on his door. "Lauren!" he gasped when he saw her. "Get in here! Are you insane? It's almost curfew!"

"Just got off of work," she mumbled as she let herself be led inside. "Just take me to bed and let me sleep here tonight."

"Just like that?" he asked wryly.

"Yes, and you can even fuck me. Not that I'd be able to fight you off or anything even if I wanted to." Lauren said as they went down the hall to the bedroom. There she collapsed facedown onto the bed. "Oh God this bed feels good."

"That rough a day at work?"

"Been on my feet all day."

"What do you do now?"

"Public relations." She deadpanned.

"Journalism didn't work out, huh?" he mused as he helped her out of her clothes.

"Something like that." She said, spreading her legs wide for him.

"You're hot to trot, aren't you?"

"Are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna stand there making dumb jokes?"

Chris threw off his clothes in a hurry and mounted her on the bed from behind. He reached down to lift her hips just enough for him to drive down into her pussy. His cock tore up over the front wall of her pussy and his bulk pushed her down into the mattress. "Ohhhhh," Lauren moaned and trembled as he slid into her all the way to her cervix. As her pressed into her, she realized that she was being double fucked as she had yet to take the jeweled butt plug out of her ass. Unlike the gangbanging that she'd endured at work today, Chris was being slow, deliberate, and careful with her.

She felt his hands snake underneath of her; going around her thighs and settling on her abdomen. Oh yes... she thought while she mewed out loud. Chris knew what to do to make her cum. Then she felt her pussy being spread wide by one of his hands while the other attacked her clit. Lauren let out a deep, throaty "Oooooohhhh," as she arched her back and rolled her hips back to meet his slow thrusts. He fingered her hard while screwing her soft. Soon she was jerking about as the orgasm thundered through her, making her bury her face into a pillow while she screamed in ecstasy.

Lauren hummed, her whole body feeling warm and fuzzy as she came down off the orgasm. Chris was still plowing his cock in and out of her but she didn't care. She was enjoying the moment of bliss that came on her terms and not anyone else's. A few minutes later she finally felt Chris jerk, his cock throb within her, and heard him let out a sigh of relief as he blew his load deep into her. It gave her a tiny shudder of pleasure as she felt him cum inside of her but not enough to get her of a second time.

She was fast asleep soon after with Chris curled up behind her, holding her left tit as he started to drift off.

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CHAPTER 32: Breaking Point

"You know where I like you at," Gatling said, pointing to the end of the desk as Lauren entered the office. "Sit on the edge."

"Yes, sir," She said. With her head down, Lauren trudged over to where he indicated, flipping up the back of her skirt so that she could sit with her bare bottom on the cold wood. It made it easier for what was coming as Mr. Gatling didn't have to mess around too much with her clothes. She lifted herself up to the edge and sat there, waiting for him, with her hands folded on her lap. Sadly, this was now routine for her as she has since accepted this as her true job instead of writing columns as she'd hoped. It'd been two weeks since she'd been out on display for everyone to come by and just have their way with her and so she resigned herself to playing the part of the dutiful little slave.

Once Gatling had finished whatever work he had been doing, he stood up and walked around to stand in front of her. "Come on sweetheart," he said, leering at her while his hands worked at the knot of her blouse at her breasts, "give us a kiss now," he reached up and lifted her chin as the blouse fell open to expose her pert tits. His mouth took forceful control of hers as his tongue invaded inside. She let out a muffled cry as he kissed her hard.

Then he pulled back and pushed her at her shoulders. Lauren laid back onto the desk and shuffled down so that her legs were dangling off. It was uncomfortable but she knew that they wouldn't be there for long. Mr. Gatling was already unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard, thick cock. She focused on a point on the ceiling like she always did during these 'training meetings' as he called them. A moment later she felt the pink panties that she wore with this getup being pulled off her. She made no move to stop him. There was no point in even trying.

"I see that you have shaved like I told you to," he said, cupping her pussy with his hand and squeezing. "Good girl." Lauren ignored the comment. She'd kept her pussy bald ever since he first ordered her to get rid of her pubic hair. It was just easier that way. But he never missed an opportunity to comment on it, knowing that it embarrassed her.

Gatling finished stripping the panties down her legs, wadded it up, and brought it up to her face. Lauren opened her mouth expectantly while keeping her eyes focused above her. It kept her from having to look at him and all she had to do was keep on going through the motions of this 'schoolgirl fantasy', as he liked to call it. He stuffed her panties into her mouth and then reached down to flip her skirt all the way up.

Her legs, clad in white stockings from her knees down, were then lifted and her feet, in black dress pumps, were placed onto his shoulders. He scooted up close until his belly was flush up against the backs of her thighs. Then she felt his cock nudging up against her vulva. Lauren willed herself to relax as much as possible as he then pushed his way into her. She winced and let out a tiny grunt as his thick cock split her open wide.

"Oh yeah," Gatling chortled. "My little schoolgirl likes that, doesn't she?" On cue; she let out a muffled whimper of assent as he pushed as far into her as his fat little cock could go. Then his hands wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled down right as he jabbed his hips forward.

"Ungh!" Lauren grunted as her body rocked on the top of the desk, sliding up slightly before Mr. Gatling pulled her back down towards him. It was just the first of many as he was just getting started. Soon he was in his normal rhythm of fucking her hard and fast.

No matter how hard she tried to tune out the sensations, every time Lauren failed. As her body slid back and forth on the desk from his relentless pounding, she felt the tiny electrodes of forced pleasure tickle her brain. She knew that an orgasm was inevitable since Mr. Gatling had the staying power to go a very long time and her body would just eventually give in.

As always, she lost track of time as he fucked her. The sounds of his body slapping against hers became a staccato background noise. Occasionally, she'd feel his hands playing with her breasts and/or pinching and rolling her nipples. When he reached down to thumb her clit while he drove into her, the first orgasm ripped through her. The only outward appearance she gave was a slight shudder and the flaring of her nostrils. Of course, he felt it when her pussy fluttered around his cock and it just served to goad him on even more. He'd since discovered the exact combination that he had to do to make her cum and it made her feel even more embarrassed.

By the time she felt his seed flooding into her, Lauren had had two more orgasms, the last of which started right as Mr. Gatling came inside of her. She felt so sick to her stomach that she turned her head and cried out of shame. She wanted to heave her guts out over the floor. She'd joined the workforce to keep out of the wastes and having raiders take advantage of her. But now here she was with a raider in a corporate suit doing just that.

"Alright..." he said at long last, breaking the silence. "Get out of here and get back to whatever work you do now. Stay in uniform in case I have need of you later today."

"Y-yes, Mister Gatling," Lauren said meekly as she spat out her panties and smoothed out her 'uniform' after sliding off the desk. She was out the door as fast as her legs could carry her, not caring about the river of cum that was leaking out from between her legs. As soon as she was back down at her desk she downed some RadRoot and washed it down with water.

*

At first she wondered if she was strange, or being perverse, or if there was just something wrong with her. After all, who in their right mind would want to go and get laid after their boss had just had their way with them? One sick fuck like me... that's who... she brooded as she knocked on the door to Chris' apartment. She pushed that thought aside as she tried to convince herself that there was nothing wrong with her and maybe she just liked sex and was okay with being a slut. Either way, Chris was getting her off willingly where her boss had the need to force her to get off.

Chris opened the door, looked her up and down, and smiled appreciatively. "You know, I never get tired of seeing that outfit on you," he said as he moved back to let her in.

"You and my boss, both," Lauren grumbled as she started stripping down, heading for the bedroom. She wanted out of her old school uniform as quickly as possible ever since Mr. Gatling insisted that she wear it 'as a proper intern should'.

"No small talk tonight?" Chris asked in a bemused voice.

"Are you going to come back here and take me or what?" Lauren called back to him as she flopped onto his bed. "You're probably the only guy I know who balka at a naked woman on his bed."

"You'll never hear me complain," Chris replied, hurriedly chucking clothes off so that he could join her in bed. He found her on her back, already splayed out and ready for him. His cock was already up and at the ready for her so he wasted no time in plunging down into her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh yes," Lauren mewed, wrapping her arms and legs around him. His cock filled her up completely and in just the right way. In her mind, she fantasized that he was a hero of old; like a chivalrous knight, or an American soldier, or even, for the more recent fantasies, the famous Caine that Mr. Gatling mocked would never come and save her. Let him mock me, I don't care. He can't take my wildest dreams away from me. As Chris' body rocked into her, she pictured that the hero was taking her as he rightfully should having saved her from the dangerous tower. Oh what I wouldn't give for that to happen for real... she thought as she ran her hands over Chris' back and through his hair while he fucked her nice, slow, hard, and deep, reaching depths that Mr. Gatling could never achieve. She felt his lips on her neck and she cocked her head to the side, away from him, to give him easy access. His hands were down under her ass, gripping it, every time he pushed in.

He rocked his hips against her in a perfect rhythm. The base of his pubis ground down against her clit just right. She managed to get more into it, squeezing him with her thighs and even making out with him as they fucked. Then suddenly his cock was spurting forth its seed into her and she was ready to go right along with him. She let out a strangled cry as they rode out the orgasm together before falling back into the bed in a crumpled mess. Chris laid his head down on her breasts and was soon dozing while she idly played with his hair. It wasn't too long before she was out as well.

*

The next day she received her summons for another 'personal counseling session' with Mr. Gatling first thing in the morning. With a resigned sigh, she headed for the elevator. This time, however, when she got to the CEO Office, she stopped in her tracks to find his chief of security, Gary Wells, standing beside him. Both of them were armed with pistols, pointing down at an angle. Between them, tied up and down on his knees at gunpoint, was Chris. Her eyes went wide at this sight. "Miss Lauren," Gatling said with all the false sincerity in the world, "it appears that we have a thief here in K.C. This man here, "has been stealing my property right from underneath of my nose for quite some time."

"No..." Lauren breathed, clasping her hands to her mouth while trying to hold back the tears. She could already see where this was going to go. "Please, don't." she pleaded with Mr. Gatling while shaking her head. "Don't... I'll do anything."

"Touching," Gatling said with a disdainful look her way. "But I can't have another man fucking me over by fucking what's mine."

"PLEASE!" Lauren dropped to her knees while openly crying now. She folded her hands in front of her, openly begging now. "Don't shoot him!"

Wells and Gatling shared a smile as if they'd been expecting this. "Very well, I won't shoot him," Gatling said, holstering his pistol. He then pointed at his feet. "Crawl your ass over here and beg for forgiveness, bitch!" He smiled when Lauren hung her head and started to crawl across the cold, hard floor. "Mr. Wells; will you please escort this man from the premises?" he then asked his chief goon.

"Gladly," Wells said, holstering his own weapon and grabbing Chris up by the scruff of the neck. "Let's go boy."

"Lauren, don't!" Chris tried to struggle with Wells but Wells was far too strong for him. "Lauren!" he called out to her as they passed.

"Go away, Chris, and don't come back!" Lauren cried as she crawled across the floor when they passed each other. Her tears splashed the faux marble flooring nearly every step of the way.

"Yeah," Wells said as they reached one of the windows. "Don't come back!" With a push of his left hand, he got the massive window to yaw outward. With a shove of his right hand at Chris' neck, he shoved the young man out the window. Chris pitched forward into nothingness, body twisting and contorting in a futile effort to free his arms and grab on to something.

"CHRIS!" Lauren whirled around and cried out in horror as she listened to his screams while he plummeted down the side of the building. She was still calling out his name and trying to get up to do a futile rush to the window as if she could save him but Mr. Gatling was right there, grabbing her coiled pigtails and wrenching her head back towards him.

"Bitch!" he hissed as he stared down into her eyes. "I gave you a command and you will do it!" he yelled down at her as he threw her to the floor. "Now kiss my shoes and beg for forgiveness before I pull each and every one of your family up here to send them out the same way as your dear, beloved, Chris!"

With the tears now streaming out of her eyes, Lauren lowered her lips to his black loafers and kissed them; first the left, then the right, and then back again. She sobbed the entire time, unable to get an image of Chris' broken body that must now be laying on the sidewalk below, or crushed into the roof of some vehicle, or something. God... why... she wondered, unable to stop herself from bawling.

She heard Wells step up behind her and then heard the distinct sound of his belt being whipped out from the belt loops of his pants. "Do it," Gatling commanded him. She braced herself, knowing what was coming. There was a sound of the leather whipping through the air a half second before it made contact across her flimsy covered butt. Lauren howled and reeled up in pain as the leather belt caught her across both of her butt cheeks. She prostrated herself onto the floor in front of Mister Gatling, blubbering for forgiveness as Wells smacked her again across the ass.

"Flip your skirt up and take your panties down!" Gatling commanded her. Lauren did as she was told, baring her ass for Wells to spank it again with his belt... hard. She wailed again from the pain. "You belong to me, bitch!" Another smack. "You will be dutiful only to me, cunt!" Another smack. "AND YOU WILL BE GRATEFUL!" Another smack.

Gatling looked up at his security chief. "You can have her now. Fuck the ever-loving shit out of the bitch." He said callously as he turned back to his desk.

"With pleasure," Wells said with an evil smile as he undid his pants to take her right then and there.

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CHAPTER 33: A Brief Escape

Lauren was used for five days by the security detail before they finally let her go. She was so catatonic by the end of it all that her family had to come get her at work. Of course, Mister Gatling nor Mister Wells told her family why she'd been there for so long. They concocted some kind of story how she'd been working hard for them, praised her dedication to her job, and fed them a line at how she'd been given a suite so that she could rest at work before getting back to it the next day.

It was all bullshit.

In reality; she'd been strapped spread-eagled to a bed so that whoever came by could use her. They let her up so that she could use the bathroom, get a bite to eat, and clean up as much as she could before she was lashed down to the bed once again. When they tired of fucking her, they tied her to an X beam so that they could take turns lashing her, caning her, or outright spanking her before degrading her further by fucking her holes with whatever objects they could find.

She was so sore and tired that she couldn't even walk which was why it was even more embarrassing for her family to come and get her. Thankfully they just ushered her straight to bed so that she could get some rest. There she stayed for a good twenty four hours before getting up and treating herself to a real shower and then a bath so that she could ease her aching muscles and hopefully alleviate the welts up and down her backside.
When she finally recovered, ignoring her family's clucking about her health and overworking and everything during that time, she gathered supplies into a backpack. Then she found the most comfortable clothes she could for traveling in. Lauren had no idea where she was going but she wasn't going to stay here.

Later that night, after dinner and once the family was asleep, Lauren grabbed her things and quietly crept down the stairs and went out the door. She made a beeline for the driveway, fumbling with her keys as she unlocked the door to the old car. It'd been well maintained over the years and it fell to her from her older sister when she managed to get a newer model. Lauren slid behind the wheel, tossing her backpack into the passenger's seat.

She drove due north in the dark, making sure to keep her headlights off or else she'd be easier to spot by the police. The last thing that she wanted was to be imprisoned for breaking curfew. She'd heard horror stories of what happened to young girls that broke curfew and didn't want that to happen to her. The gate guards would be a different story. She pulled to a stop when the guards waved her down... not that she could do anything since it'd be suicide to keep driving into a reinforced hinged wall.

"Why are you out after curfew?" the guard that appeared at her window demanded when she rolled it down.

"Leaving," Lauren said flatly. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

"If you want to voluntarily leave the city, you should register-"

"Look," Lauren huffed in irritation at the delay, "What's the punishment for breaking curfew? Exile, right? So I'm just skipping the whole damn process. It's not like I can stay here anyway so just let me out."

The guard was taken aback by her forthrightness and he looked up at the other guard who'd approached from her passenger side. He shrugged. Then they waved at the gate operator who started cranking open the gates wide enough to get the car through. "Alright then, best of luck to you," the guard said, waving her on.

Lauren couldn't believe how easy that was. She gunned the accelerator and zipped out of the K.C. Hab Gates before the guards had second thoughts. Once they were in her rear-view window closing the gates, Lauren turned her car lights on. This was it; she was finally free! The more miles she put behind her the happier she felt.

All that came to a crashing halt a couple of hours later when all four of her tires blew at the same time. Lauren screamed as the car first fishtailed and then spun out of control. She went off the side of the road, plowing into a small embankment. The car hit hard enough that she slammed her chest and head against the steering column. "What the hell?" she wondered.

That's when she heard the laughing, hooting, and hollering. Ah fuck... Raiders... she moaned with dismay. All of her plans. Ruined. It was with this thought that she realized that she was such an idiot for traveling on a main road with her lights on. She was an easy target and they must've blown out her tires with a spike strip or some other trap.

While she was stunned the Raiders dragged her from her car, pinning her down onto a nearby blanket that one of them had thrown down. This was the last straw and she was done fighting. There was nothing left in her to even contemplate resisting them. Around her as they held her wrists and ankles spread out wide while they stripped her down, she could hear them laughing. She simply stopped caring. Whether they fucked her and then left her to die by the roadside or if they fucked her and then enslaved her; it didn't matter to her anymore.

The first Raider, a big beefy guy with a portly belly, mounted her and drove into her cunt first. She winced as his fat cock split her open but otherwise didn't make a sound. Her eyes became unfocused as he started to thrust into her. Once... twice... ten times... twenty... then he came, blowing his load into her. She felt his hot cum flood into her and then start to seep out as he pulled out to be replaced by one of his buddies.

When the others holding her down saw that she wasn't resisting, they then took to whipping their hard cocks out. Lauren felt their flaccid shafts being placed into her hands where the raiders then closed her fists around them to start stroking their cocks to life. She went through the motions demanded of her. What else could she do? One of the Raiders not already fucking her, holding her down, or forcing a handjob out of her, knelt overtop of her, straddling her head. He grabbed her on both sides of her head and wrenched it back, positioning her mouth right underneath of him. He shoved his cock up to her lips and she opened up to take him in, starting to suck on him without any prompting.

Time lost meaning to Lauren as she listened to the grunts and groans of passion around her as the men derived their pleasure from her body. Cocks hardened in and around her. There was the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin as she was fucked. The raiders, however, wanted more and they wanted it now. Right as the raider fucking her got off, his cock shooting thick ropes of his seed into her, they all shifted positions. She was lifted and the one to her left that she'd been stroking shuffled underneath of her. There was a spitting sound right before she heard him direct the others to lower her back down. She cried out in pain as his cock speared her right up the ass.

Not to be left out, the one raider she'd been stroking on her right grabbed her ankles, spreading them out wide. He then drove down into her open, wet, and waiting pussy. Lauren grit her teeth and grunted in discomfort as the second cock slid into her. The man she'd been sucking off stood and wrenched her head painfully to the side as he put his manhood back into her mouth to resume sucking.

In the back of her mind, Lauren accepted her fate. Journalism was long gone. Being a mere secretary was long gone. Even being a normal worker was long gone. All that was left was her body and how she could use it for the pleasure of men. This was what she'd been reduced to; a mere fuck toy for Raiders. She was being plowed in every single one of her holes while her small breasts were being slapped, pinched, pulled, and fondled. Tears ran down her hot, burning face as she accepted reality.

This was her life now.

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CHAPTER 34: Marching Order.

When day broke the next morning, the Raiders woke Lauren up when they lifted her high enough to bind her wrists behind her back with some coarse rope that cut into her skin a bit. Then they looped another one around her neck in a quick makeshift collar and lead. As she blinked awake, she noticed that she wasn't the only girl that the Raiders had taken. There were two more girls; a buxom blonde and a curvy brunette... both looking as morose as Lauren felt.

They were allowed to keep their shoes and socks. Their clothes had been sacrificed to the campfire the previous night. "You won't need clothes where yer going," One Raider had told them amid laughter of the others when Lauren had asked for them back. She was then felt up by the same guy before having her ass slapped hard.

After being given a sliver of RadRoot and a drink from a canteen, the girls were jerked to their feet and forced to march, one after the other. Head down as they were led off, Lauren was second in the line right behind the blonde. Having no idea where they were going or how far off it was, Lauren decided to keep looking down at the ground and to keep quiet in order to preserve her strength. She was walking bow legged and feeling a bit sore from her ordeal but nonetheless had that 'well fucked' feeling that she got after being repeatedly pounded and forced to cum a few times. What the hell is wrong with me? She wondered as they plodded on.

As they trudged on, the brunette behind her kept on bawling her eyes out and sniveling for the Raiders to let her go, promising them wealth should she be allowed to go back to K.C. This just got the Raiders laughing at first and then they got irritated as her crying turned into pitiful begging.

When they stopped to rest, the Raiders had Lauren and the blonde kneel side by side while they took turns with the brunette. Lauren watched with perverse fascination as they forced the brunette down to her knees while one grabbed her chin to force his cock down her mouth while another one mounted her from behind and fucked her hard. The Raider getting a blowjob held the brunette's chin so hard that the girl was crying in pain as his cock moved in and out of her lips. The one behind her dug his hands into her fleshy hips as he pounded her as hard as he could. Then his hips jerked and he sighed as he came inside of her before standing so that the next one could take his turn.

It went on like that for a good hour as they rotated. A few would stand watch, a couple more was preparing something to eat, and two of them would fuck the curvy brunette while she continued to cry. Lauren was feeling herself get wet watching the orgy forced upon the girl and even felt her own breasts ache when she watched the brunette's large mounds get groped, squeezed, and pinched.

"You two seem to be learning the lesson in staying quiet. Good." The fat raider that had first forced himself onto Lauren last night said with a leering smile. The blonde looked up at him with big hazel eyes and whimpered while Lauren kept her head and eyes downcast. The blonde got backhanded. "You only look up into your master's eyes only if he tells you to. And you only make a sound only if he wants you to. THIS one," he indicated Lauren, "gets her place!"

Translation: Keep your head down and your mouth shut... Lauren thought to herself. When Fat Man grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back to face him, she kept her eyes lowered. "See?" he spat at the blonde, "she keeps her eyes down. You will do the same!" Out of the corner of her eye she saw the blonde immediately dip her head down in shame. Fat Man chuckled and stroked Lauren's hair. "Good girl, red, you'll be mine tonight while the guys have your new friends. Does that make you happy?"

Surprisingly, it did. It meant that only one of them would be fucking her instead of the whole contingent. "Yes, Master," she said in a hollow voice, trying to put a hopeful lit to it at the end.

"Good," he planted a wet, slobbering kiss on her cheek as he stood.

True to his word, none of the other Raiders so much as looked her way. Once they were done with the brunette, leaving her in a cum-soaked, crying, quivering mess on the ground, they descended upon the blonde. They were much easier with her as they simply bent her over onto the ground and took her from behind one at a time. Only half of the Raiders got to fuck her when they weren't eating lunch before Fat Man announced that it was time to move again.

This time, Lauren was placed at the front of the line with the blonde tied up behind her and the brunette still at the back. At least she didn't have to deal with the brunette's bellyaching and carrying on anymore. She sniffled in relative silence at her ordeal but otherwise shut up. The blonde was much more subdued as well.

*

At sundown, the Raiders stopped in an old, long abandoned village that was called 'Trimble' by the old rickety sign that was still up on the outskirts. The Raiders angled off the main road to the northeast until they came to a path that went further into the blasted woods. They stopped at a house that was out on a peninsula that stretched out into the huge lake nearby. Fat Man ordered pairs of his Raiders off to do work. "Frank, Michaels, patrol," he said, pointing his beefy finger at two younger looking men. They peeled off and went down a side path that led down towards the water. "Dodge, Ralph, check to see if there's an upkeep list and see to it." Another two men hurried into the house. "Smiley, Kid, water duty." Two more youthful men hurried off. "Walter, take Tomlinson there and head into town to see if our ride is still where we stashed it." An older looking Raider jerked his head at Tomlinson and they headed off. "The rest of you, secure Blondie and the whiner there to some beds then get to work helping Dodge and Ralph with the upkeep. Then get some grub going."

The five Raiders that were left nodded and headed off to their tasks. Fat Man took the time to undo the lead to Blondie that was behind Lauren's neck before he led Lauren into the house. It was a broken down, ruined house that Lauren expected to find out here in the wilds. There was overgrowth all around but the inside was dark, dusty, and had a musk that seemed to hang in the air. Fat Man led her up the circling stairs that were immediately to the left as they entered the front door.

When they got upstairs they passed by a couple of bedrooms. In each, Lauren saw the other two girls being secured spread eagled to the old bed frames that were inside. Both the Blonde and the Brunette were crying as they knew what their fate was once the Raiders finished with their chores. Fat Man led Lauren down the hall to where the master bedroom was at on the top floor of the turret of the house. It had a good view of the lake and the small peninsula the house was on. The only bit of furniture that was in here was a king-sized bed with a surprisingly decent mattress on it, unlike the old ratty ones that the other two girls were now laying on.

"As much as I'd love to bang you right now, work comes first," Fat Man said, leering at her as he tied her rope lead around a corner post at the head of the bed. "Lay down and I'll be back for you later," he commanded her, brushing his hand down her mound and feeling up her sex right before he nudged her back onto the bed with his massive shoulder.

Lauren involuntarily shuddered under his touch and managed to keep a look of revulsion off of her face. She was not looking forward to him coming back but when she considered that the alternative was being gang-banged again by all fourteen Raiders, it was better than the other two girls. She rolled into a ball on the bed and managed to drift off into a fitful nap. Who knew when it would be when she'd be able to sleep again. Her legs ached from walking all day.

She jumped when the door to the master bedroom was slammed shut. Lauren sat up as fast as she could despite her hands still being bound behind her back. Fat Man was back and he was holding a lantern in one hand and a bowl in the other. A quick glance outside confirmed that night had indeed fallen making her wonder how long she was out for. It didn't matter as her new Master was now back.

Fat Man put the lit lantern down on the floor. It gave off a warm, yellow-orange glow that reflected off of the walls and ceiling. He placed the bowl on the foot of the bed. "Eat," he said as he unslung his rifle from his shoulder and started taking his clothes off.

At first, Lauren eyed the stew with suspicion. When her stomach rumbled she figured that beggars couldn't be choosers. Since Fat Man wasn't untying her and there weren't any utensils, Lauren had to slide to the floor and crawl to it on her knees. Then she put her mouth to the bowl and started eating as fast as she could. Once the bowl was empty did she notice that Fat Man was now totally naked and watching her. He had a look of pleasure on his face and his cock stood up in its stubby erection. It was about average length but was very thick. "You learn quickly. Good." He said. "Come here," he nodded to the floor in front of him.

Lauren shuffled over on her knees to kneel before him. He patted her head as if she were a dog and then picked up his canteen from the pile of clothes he'd doffed. "Drink," he said, unscrewing the lid and holding it to her lips. Lauren greedily sucked down the cool water inside and kept on swallowing until she'd downed the whole thing. Then she put her head and eyes back to the downcast, submissive position that she now knew he liked. He thrust his hips forward, bringing his hard cock close to her face. "This needs attention." Lauren brought her mouth up and took him in at once, sucking on him as hard as she could while bobbing her head back and forth as if her life depended on it. It probably did.

"Damn, that's good..." Fat Man breathed. He placed his hand behind Lauren's head to control how far she pulled back. "Oh fuck yeah... Just like that. Damn girl... I'm already gonna blow." He shoved his hips forward and pulled her head back towards him, slamming his cock as far down her throat as it would go. "YEEEEEEEAH!" he said as he came hard.

Having sucked off men who were more endowed than he was, Lauren was able to swallow ever last drop that pumped out of his cock with ease. She kept swallowing even after his cock twitched and spurt its last little bit out. Then she resumed sucking on him since she had no orders to the contrary. He murmured his approval as she nursed his cock back to life inside of her mouth. Once he was hard again, he stopped her, stood her up, and had her lay back on the bed.

He clamped his big, beefy hand down over her throat and ordered her to look at him. "Spread your legs for me, cunt," he growled. Lauren looked up at his scarred face and parted her legs without hesitation, opening herself up wide to the point that he could even see her tied hands underneath of her hips. He smiled at her compliance, shuffling forward until his knees were touching her inner thighs. With a quick roll of his hips, he rested his cock over her slit. Then he pumped his hips back and forth slowly to drag it along the length, reveling in her body shuddering under the intimate contact.

"You're still holding back. I've captured and fucked well over a hundred women and so I've seen it all," he said gruffly, hand still in place around her throat. "Tell me. Tell me why you're holding back. You still hope for rescue, don't you? You still hope for some way out of your shitty ordeal. Huh?"

Tears welled up in her eyes at the truth of his words. She silently nodded her head. Fat Man laughed at her. "Who would you like to come and save you? A family member? A boyfriend perhaps? Come on, say it. I want you to."

"C-Caine," Lauren whispered.

A shadow crossed his face. Then he let out a bark of evil laughter. "HA!" Fat Man brought his hips back, allowed his cock to drop an inch, and then threw his hips forward into hers as hard as he could. He put his weight behind it. Lauren cried out underneath of him as she was suddenly split open by his equally fat cock as his bulk settled on her. He leaned into her, fucking her as hard and as deep as he could. "I own you now, bitch. There ain't no one coming to save you. Say it!"

"No one is coming to save me," Lauren sobbed as their bodies rocked the bed.

"Yer nothing more than a slave. Say it!"

"I'm nothing more than a slave!"

"You only exist for men's pleasure! Say it!"

"I only exist for men's pleasure!"

"Good!" he grunted, shoving his hips so hard into her that Lauren started gasping as his pubis repeatedly smashed into her mound. The coarse hair of his body, especially in his pubic region, tickled and titillated her as she was pounded hard.

Her body betrayed her as she was thoroughly dominated by Fat Man. With every thrust into her body, with every slapping contact of their skin, even with his hand latched around her neck; she felt thoroughly possessed. Oh God... what's happening to me... she mewed in her mind as the pleasure built in her loins. Why am I enjoying this?

Fat Man seemed to read the confusion on her face. "Go ahead... cum for me, bitch. There's no shame in it. You're just doing as God intended; fucking. So you might as well enjoy it."

Oh God... why? She wondered even as she let herself go. Her body twitched at first. Then it convulsed underneath of him. Soon she was bucking back up against him as her body was thrown violently into the throes of passion. She orgasmed harder than she'd ever had in her life, crying out underneath of Fat Man as every nerve ending in her body seemed to light on fire. She twisted and turned in his grasp, flopped around and then finally fell limp underneath of him as the orgasm swept over and through her until her entire body hummed with erotic pleasure. Ohhhhh Gooooooood... she thought as her eyes rolled back into her head in the afterglow.
Fat Man smiled broadly at breaking her as he thrust into her a few more times before hitting his climax himself. By that time, however, Lauren was numb from the sex and barely registered the sensation of his seed flooding into her womb.

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CHAPTER 35: Changing Hands

Lauren woke the next morning to Fat Man standing by the bed getting dressed. He was scowling at her as he paused in putting his shirt on. She froze in fear under his glare. He took two steps and open-handed slapped her. What was that for? She wondered as she tried to scramble to a kneeling position. She knew better than to voice that question.

Fat Man grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to face him. "You know, there are some who say Caine is a myth. A god, even. I happen to know better." He dragged his thumb along a scar on his forehead, down the right side of his face, and then along his chin. "He jumped me and my men. Killed them all except for me. He gave me this scar with those damn swords of his right before he ran me though, here and here," he then pointed to a wicked looking pair of scars on his abdomen. "Then he left me for dead. The docs say that he destroyed some organ inside of me that controlled my metabolism which is why I have so much weight. I was lucky to live. Whatever. All I know is that Caine made me like this and left me like this." As he explained in a hard, angry voice, his grip grew tighter on her neck to the point that she cried out as she started gasping for air.

"I don't know why bitches like you worship him. You should be worshipping me for facing Caine and surviving." He dropped her and she fell to the floor coughing. "Never mention his name to me again because I'll fucking kill you just like I plan to kill him if I ever see him again. Now get up and worship my cock like you're supposed to."

Despite the pain in her neck, Lauren did as she was told. Fat Man had dropped his trousers enough for his cock to spill out. Lauren quickly sucked him off and swallowed his come once he blew it down her throat. She wasn't about to point out the fact that she'd been ordered to speak her mind. Next time she'd just make something up. Only after he'd gotten off was she allowed to use the dingy bathroom and have a bite from his bacon that his men had fried up for breakfast.

As she ate what little slivers of meat that Fat Man allowed her, Lauren saw that the other two girls were totally subdued. Like her, they had their hands tied behind their backs still. The blonde had her lips wrapped around the older Raider's cock. Walter, if she remembered correctly. Walter merrily ate and drank while the blonde gave him head. The brunette, in the meantime, was looking forlorn while she was being pounded from behind by the Raider known as Kid. He had his hands squeezing her ample breasts while he fucked her with wild abandon.

Once the Raiders were done with their meal, the girls were then hogtied and carried outside to a waiting truck. They were tossed unceremoniously into the back cage while the rest of the Gang got onto various smaller vehicles, motorcycles and ATVs and such, while Fat Man got into the passenger side of the truck with Frank sliding behind the wheel.

They drove northward nearly all day. Occasionally they'd stop along the side of the road to check something out; a wrecked vehicle that looked like it was a new addition to the landscape or a random house. Around noon, there were gunshots and screams that got the girls' attention. They watched in horror as the Raiders dragged a couple of families out of a nearby house. From their newer clothes, Lauren figured that they must be new settlers recently ejected from a city due to a lottery.

Lauren couldn't hear what was being said but she had a good view of it all as the Raiders put the surviving men kneeling in a row with their hands bound. Fat Man was walking up and down the line, saying something to them while the women were off to the side crying and screaming for the men not to be harmed while they were being stripped naked. Knowing what was coming, Lauren rolled to her other side and tried to drown out their cries and pleas of mercy. She flinched when she heard the gunshots. Then there was even more wailing and gnashing of teeth from the women. Even the blonde and the brunette cried out in dismay from the event. Lauren figured the men were executed.

It was another hour before they were on the move again. By the time the four women, two mothers with their daughters that were about Lauren's age, were tied up and loaded into the cage with Lauren and the others, they were quiet and looking shell shocked. A quick glance over her shoulder told Lauren all she needed to know; the Raiders had taken their turn with them as they were covered from head to toe in their cum. Welcome to the real world... she thought bitterly.

Lauren napped for as much of the journey, ignoring the new women as they pestered them for questions when they got some of their nerve back a few hours later. "That one over there," the brunette was saying, "is Fatty's favorite." Lauren could hear the sneer and contempt in her voice. Lauren was still rolled up in a ball, facing the cab of the truck. She rolled her eyes at Brunette's comment.

If you'd just shut up and fuck, you'd be someone's favorite too... she thought, wondering why the woman was still talking. Fat Man and his goons would shut her up later tonight. That thought in itself brought a smile to her lips.

"Did you hear me, bitch?" Brunette said. She'd managed to shuffle over to where Lauren was at and hooked her heels over one of Lauren's shoulders, pulling with her legs. Lauren looked at her in a mixture of shock and outrage. "I said that you're a fucking sellout. You're getting favorable treatment and we want some of it too!"

Lauren rolled up onto her knees, reared back, and headbutted Brunette. Brunette's head snapped back as an impressive spray of blood went out in all directions and she fell backwards. "Don't fucking touch me!" Lauren shouted at her. "Maybe if you'd just shut up and spread your legs then maybe you wouldn't be gang-banged as hard at night!"

The truck skidded to a stop and Lauren fell back against the cab in a heap. Doors slammed and Fat Man and Frank were at the gate of the cage, throwing it open. "What the fuck are you bitches doing?" Fat Man thundered.

"She hit me!" Brunette cried through her now broken nose. "I'm bleeding!"

"Good!" Fat Man shouted at her, backhanding Brunette as she tried to get up. "You've been flapping your lips so much back here that I've wanted to do that. But we're on a timetable here and this is a bad road to have to stop on. But noooooo, you had to fucking yap your goddamn mouth so much..." He waved at one of the nearby ATVs to come over. "YO! Smiley! Get yer ass and yer medkit over here." Fat Man lifted Brunette up by her forearms and tossed her out the back into Frank's arms. "Get Yapper here fixed up and cleaned up. Then gag her and strap her to your ride. Fuck her if you feel like."

"You got it boss," the somber looking man named Smiley said, grabbing a white kit from the back of his ATV.

Fat Man then regarded the remaining women. He looked at Lauren and let out a harrumph of laughter. "That's your Alpha Female right there, ladies. I'd follow her lead if I were you. Now we still got a long way to go and I don't want to-"

His words were cutoff when a single shot rang out across the desolate landscape. Fat Man's head jerked as a fountain of red blood spurt from one end and an impressive explosion of blood and gore went out the other side. The women all screamed in terror, Lauren included as she'd been looking his general way.

Around them, pandemonium ensued. The Raiders all shouted as gunfire erupted along a nearby embankment. Smiley was the next one to fall quickly followed by Frank. Lauren hit the deck and curled into as much of a ball as she could with her bonds and prayed that no bullets would fly their way. The gunfight was brief and then there was more shouting from men that Lauren didn't recognize the voices of.

"Up there! Get them down and cut the ropes off of them! Hurry!" a man with a deep voice said. Lauren risked a peek up and saw a handsome, muscular black man directing his men into action. Three of his soldiers leapt up into the cage with their knives at the ready. They hacked the ropes off of the four family women first and then got the blonde.

Lauren was last as a smallish soldier descended onto her. "Easy girl!" the feminine voice from behind the full biker's face mask said.

"Y-you're a woman?" she asked in astonishment.

"Lincoln Scouts, at your service," the woman soldier said with a tip of her hand to her brow while sawing at the ropes with the other. The last one snapped. "There! You're free. Get out the back. Now!"

Lauren's arms and legs felt like lead. Tiny pinpricks of pain went up and down her limbs as she regained circulation. She was pushed out the back into the arms of the black man. She looked at him and saw the hilt of a sword behind him. "Caine?" she asked in wonderment.

He snorted. "Don't I wish, babe," He grabbed her on the shoulder and pointed to the embankment. "My soldiers are up there. RUN!"

Finding a strength that she didn't know that she had left, Lauren full out ran. The woman soldier who freed her kept pace with her, helping her along. They dove to the safety of the embankment with the other Lincoln Scouts hot on their heels. "DOWN! DOWN!" the leader shouted right as more gunfire erupted. The leading elements of the Raiders, having noticed that their convoy had stopped, had returned and opened fire.

The Lincoln Scouts, now in the safety of their defensive position, returned fire. Lauren squeezed herself into a tiny ball, cowering near the woman who'd cut her free. This was not her element. After a while, the gunfire subsided and the leader was on his feet. Police the area. Get what equipment you can get and burn the rest. Then let's get the hell outta here!"

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CHAPTER 36: The New Job

A month passed since her rescue and Lauren was feeling moody. The Governor of the City-State of Lincoln praised his scouts on a job well done and then set about getting clothes and shelter set up for the seven women that had been rescued. The four settlers found their little niche by becoming farmers and merchants to help Lincoln's steady economy. The Brunette Bitch whose nose Lauren had broken demanded a vehicle and she drove off to the west. The Blonde Bimbo also took a vehicle and went back down south to try to get back into the K.C. Hab where she'd been kidnapped from.

Lauren shuffled from job to job, trying a new one each week. She started off with the local paper but attempting to write an article just brought back painful memories of her old job back in K.C. She moved over to the printing press but found that she just didn't like the work. Then it was over to a local café where she first tried doing the bookkeeping for them and then moved out to serving when that didn't work. She found that she liked serving but something was missing.

Now she was sitting in the main receiving room of the Governor's Mansion talking with Sandra Bailey, the Governor's wife. "They tell me that you're not fitting in, honey," Missus Bailey said with deep concern. "Tell me, what's wrong? We can help you find your place where you'd be happy at."

"Truthfully?" Lauren asked, looking abashed. "I've been used as a sex toy for the better part of six months now. And..." she felt ashamed to even admit this, "and I feel worthless if I'm not fucking someone..."

"Ah," Sandra nodded, her greying tresses bobbing as she did so. "That is more common than you might think. A lot of former slaves have hard times adjusting back to normalcy... or what used to pass for it anyway. Even I had a hard time adjusting after I'd been liberated by my dear Henry."

"Y-You?" Lauren blinked. "You were a slave?"

Sandra nodded again. "And back when that happened it was just after the Flare and things weren't quite as... hm... civilized... as they are now. Things were outright ruthless. At least nowadays Raiders have some sense of discretion and a code of honor among their kind, warped as it may be. They tend to go after the ones who are ejected from the cities instead of raiding cities and Habs themselves." She gave a motherly smile to Lauren. "So, you may have noticed that I have a plethora of maids in my home here, yes?"

"Yeah," Lauren nodded.

"Well, they serve two purposes. The first is to keep the residence clean and tidy. The second is to entertain guests of ours as well as guests in the hotels in the city who are just passing through or just visiting us in order to partake of our ladies. Oh don't give me that look, young miss, you won't be a slave. You'll just appear as one. You'll have a full wage just like anyone else and a guaranteed two weeks of during your period for you to rest, relax, and recharge. If need be; think of yourself as an 'Escort' or even a 'Courtesan' of old."

Lauren blinked, not quite sure what to think about this. "I'd be paid... to sleep with men?" It sounded too good to be true.

"And women on occasion," Sandra corrected with an upraised finger. "We do get the occasional woman Raider who is so badass that no man would dare touch her. Annie Bonny, named after the ancient pirate of old, is one such woman that we see on a regular basis. At any rate, there might be times where we won't see a living soul for weeks at a time and then there will be other times in which we'll be so busy that it'll be all hands on deck. You will be properly cared for, access to our town's medical facilities, and, of course, the Lincoln Scouts are always on hand to provide security since their barracks are just next door to the Maid's Brothel."

"How would I know if I had a client, ma'am?" Lauren wondered.

"Oh that's easy. We work in rotations. One week you'll be here at the residence and the next week you'll be at the brothel. The manager over there will give out your hotel assignments each night as he likes to mix it up. You're not expected to handle more than a single client each night as we believe in quality and not quantity here. Then you'll just hang out in a waiting room with the other girls until a client arrives. Once one does, he'll say his preferences and then the manager will parade you all out in front of him so that he can make his selection."

"And if he gets... uhm... rough?"

"Then you just call for the Scouts who then dismiss him from the city. We protect our workers. All of them." Sandra said with a pointed look. "No matter if it's a laborer out in the fields, a simple merchant on the streets, or even a serving maid in a brothel. We protect our own as each and every one of us is providing a service. So, what do you say?"

*

Lauren smiled shyly as she had been trained when she was paraded out in front of a potential client. It was the start of her second week as a maid and she was enjoying it already. Her first week was at the residence learning the ins and outs of the job from the more experienced maids as well as receiving training from them on how to best serve clients. She was praised for her natural talent in bed and was told that she'll do well once she went on brothel duty the next week.

The client in question, a six-foot-tall trader named Ash was sitting in a lounge chair. Lauren had seen his partner, an even bigger and muscular man named Mason, already make his selection from the redheads a few minutes before. Ash wanted 'a change of pace' from the blondes that he normally favored. From what she'd heard from the other maids, Lauren knew that Ash and Mason were steady regulars here in Lincoln as they did their East-West route from Indianapolis Hab, up through the northern plains, on over to the Rockies and back.

"Hey," Ash said to the Manager, a short stocky man introduced to Lauren as Martin, "she's new." Ash noted, pointing right at Lauren.

"Yes sir. That's Lauren," Martin nodded with a smile. "In fact, her first night is tonight."

"How much?"

"A hundred tabs for the hour, five hundred if you want her until midnight, and a thousand if you want her overnight."

"That's highway robbery!" Ash exclaimed at the amount.

"Like I said; this is her first night and you know that we charge more for their first time."

Ash looked Lauren over as she stood there in her standard 'French Maid's' outfit. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him while looking shy, wholesome, and sweet. In training, she was told that she had what was known as a 'girl next door' look to her so she should play that up. So, she stood there with her hands clasped behind her back, her chest jutted out, and a smile plastered on her face.

"We could always go with one of your usual girls, if you'd like," Martian said with a theatric sigh, ever the salesman. "Of course, by the next time you're in town, Lauren's rates will have dropped to the norm by that time... after have been properly broken in."

"Chance like this doesn't come often..." Ash said, pondering his tab pouch. "I can only afford four fifty. I'd love to take her all night but there's no way I can justify a thousand."

"What say four hundred and you can keep her until eleven. Would that suffice?"

"Deal!" Ash counted up the tabs and handed them over. That was the cue for the other maids to file out while Lauren waited. She was told the routine; once a client made their selection and handed out tabs, she was to leave back to the waiting room until called for again if she was not selected. If she was selected, then she stayed put like she was doing now.

Once Martin counted the tabs himself, he beckoned for Lauren to step forward. Ash smiled at her as he took her hand and led her out the lounge and up the stairs to where his room was at for the evening. Lauren noticed that one of the Lincoln Scouts followed behind them at a discreet distance. Lauren couldn't help but look back at him and he smiled and nodded encouragingly at her, silently affirming that he'd be just outside the door should the need arise.

She didn't think that a trader could cause much trouble but this was a new situation for her, so the Scout's presence outside was reassuring. Ash closed the door to his room behind them and quickly pulled Lauren into his arms. "Mmmm, you definitely are a cutie, aren't you?" he asked before leaning in and kissing her full on the mouth.

Having been through such advances before, Lauren wasn't taken totally off guard by the impromptu kiss. She relaxed and allowed his tongue to probe inside of her mouth while she pressed her body up against his while gripping his biceps for support. His hands roved up and down her back, unzipping the back of her dress in the process, with one hand then going up her skirt to grope her bottom. She let out a little squeal as he started to guide her backwards towards the bed.

Ash nudged Lauren backwards onto the bed. She sat down then shuffled backwards to lie back while he took his shirt off. He wasn't too unpleasing to the eye as he did have some muscle and well defined arms that was probably borne of multiple hours and days lifting trade goods off of whatever conveyance he had. Ash stared down at her with a lustful hunger in his eyes as he then divested himself of his boots, socks and pants, the erection evident once he was totally naked. He clambered onto the bed and reached up to grab at the lace cuffs at her shoulders to pull down. Her pert breasts were exposed to him as the dress was pulled off of her body.

"Mmmm... nice." Ash mused looking at her. With the dress gone, Lauren was clad only in her maid's hat, panties, garter belt, hose, heels, and a garter around her right thigh. He slid his hands up her legs, enjoying the feel of nylons over her skin as he moved up between her thighs. She parted her legs, lifting them up as she drew her knees up in response. Ash reached down to pull the crotch of her panties to one side before slowly plunging into her waiting pussy.
Lauren grunted in slight discomfort but managed to turn it into a groan of passion to goad her client on. Now that he was settling down on top of her, she kept her legs up and parted wide for him as he started to drive into her. His hard, calloused hands came up to cover her tits while his mouth descended upon hers once again. She let out little muffled whimpers every time he thrust into her while she felt her nipples being pinched and released. Her hands came up to hold his shoulders. Ash's mouth then trailed over to the side of her neck where he proceeded to suckle.

"Oh yes," Lauren breathed even though she was feeling only the barest amount of pleasure from fucking him. He was moving too fast for her to enjoy it. While there were the tiny electrodes of erotic tingles coursing through her body from her loins to her nipples to her neck, she didn't necessarily feel like she was getting any closer to orgasm. Ash, however, was apparently enjoying himself as he was grunting and groaning every time his cock slid into her. He was getting into it by increasing his tempo to the point that he was starting to sweat. Nonetheless, she goaded him on by squeezing him with both her thighs and her pussy and increasing her own fake gasps of pleasure as if she were about to get off. "Oh yes, baby, just like that."

"UNGH!" Ash grunted through grit teeth. His cock swelled inside of her and then blew its load. Lauren felt it throb and pulsate inside of her and she knew that was her cue to fake her own orgasm. She threw her head back and moaned in fake ecstasy while rhythmically flexing her pussy around his cock while he came. He then sighed as he relaxed onto her. Lauren wrapped her arms around him and put her legs down while his cock continued to twitch intermittently in her pussy. "Damn, that felt good."

"Mmmm-hmmm," Lauren murmured in a non-committal fashion.

She laid there underneath of him until he finally slipped out of her. He then rolled over onto his back and checked the time. "Plenty of time for one more at least." He pointed down at his withering cock. "Do the honors so we can fuck again."

"Of course," Lauren said, giving him a sly smile as she moved down towards his hips. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started nursing it back to life.

Ash had other plans than just lying there. He grabbed her right leg and pulled it across her body. Without removing her lips from his manhood, Lauren shuffled herself over until she was straddling his chest. He then pulled her hips closer to his head until she was positioned just right to attack her pussy with his tongue. Pausing just long enough to sop up his own cum that was dribbling out with a towel that was nearby, Ash then placed his mouth over her mound and went to work.

Lauren hummed with pleasure around his cock as she felt his tongue come into contact with her clit. She waggled her hips provocatively, urging him on. This was something that she could get into and possibly get off to if he managed to keep it up. She sucked on him hard, working on his cock until it was fully erect inside of her mouth. Then she deep throated him. All the while, Ashy kept his arms locked around her thighs and his mouth over her slit, relentlessly lapping at her clit. Lauren gave out little whimpers of pleasure each time his tongue tore across it. She was getting closer now.

Then he suddenly stopped and Lauren had to suppress a whine of dismay. "Back down on the bed," he said as he shuffled around so that he could mount her again. Lauren laid on her back and spread her legs for him again. His hard cock penetrated her thoroughly wet sex once again. This time Lauren kept her knees up but her feet resting on the bed as Ash pounded her hard and fast. Her hands once again came to rest on his biceps and she tried to leverage her hips up just enough for his cock to tear across her clit every time it moved.

It worked and Lauren finally got off, her body shuddering slightly underneath of Ash's. It was a tiny orgasm but an orgasm nonetheless. Ash was too wrapped up in fucking her to notice that she was getting off. It was another minute or two before his cock throbbed inside of her once again as his cum gushed out to flood her womb. Thank God for RadRoot, she thought as her mind then drifted towards getting a shower and some sleep after Ash had left her for the evening once his time was up.

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CHAPTER 37: Working Conditions

"Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes," Lauren chanted as her client, a burly miner by the name of Cameron, rhythmically pounded her from behind while holding her hair. Over the past few months of being a Maid and a Courtesan, Lauren had gotten much better at faking ecstasy. It wasn't that she hated having sex for pay. Far from it. It was just that nine times out of ten she had to take care of herself afterwards and it was usually with the other girls.

Cameron had become a regular for her as he enjoyed her petite stature compared to his massive frame. As usual, he was lost in his own little fantasy world has he kept her on all fours while fucking her as hard and deep as he could muster. Lauren's breasts bounced underneath of her so hard that she swore that if she'd been more blessed that she'd have two black eyes from how hard Cameron was plowing into her tonight. He must've gotten that bonus he'd been talking about... she thought, remembering how excited he was to have been able to pay for her for a couple of hours. She glanced at the clock and noted that he only had a little time left. The night had started out with extended foreplay and lots of making out while they were naked, culminating with her being on all fours again.

Finally, Cameron grunted, shoving his hips forward as far as they'd go. He then let out a long, slow groan as his balls emptied out into her. Likewise, Lauren let out a husky sigh, faking her own orgasm with no problem at all.

After Cameron was gone and she'd cleaned up and dressed, she saw Mike, her resident protector for the evening from the Scouts. "Another satisfied client I take it?" he grinned.

"Yeah, now ask me if there's a satisfied Maid now?" she smiled sardonically. Mike let out a harrumph of amusement and Lauren eyed him. "How come you never buy me?" she asked. They'd become something resembling friends over the course of her employment in Lincoln.

He shrugged. "I prefer my women redheaded and curvy," he admitted. "I like them with at least a D cup with a set of hips and thighs to match. More cushion for the pushin', ya know?" He grinned as he pantomimed some very suggestive hip thrusting. Then he gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, but you just don't do it for me."

"Eh, fair enough." Lauren couldn't help but laughing at the absurdity of his actions. Then she felt warm and fuzzy inside knowing that she had such a friend who wasn't interested in getting between her legs that she could just talk to instead in such a way. "Any other clients downstairs?"

He waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, boss said that you ladies are all free to go if you don't have any overnighters."

"Alright then. Goodnight. See you tomorrow then, Mike."

"G'night, Lauren."

*

One of the problems with her clients, Lauren surmised when she was back in her apartment, was that none of them were forceful enough with her. None of them really 'took charge' in an Alpha Male sort of fashion. As much as she really hated to admit it, the only times she really got off during any kind of intercourse was when she was being thoroughly dominated. The only people who'd ever done that was Chris, her former boss whom she now refused to name even in her own head, her boss' chief of security, and that Fat Man raider who'd claimed her as a slave even if it was for a brief amount of time.

Lauren stripped down and took a quick shower, then she laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. Then she closed her eyes. One hand drifted down to her pussy where she parted her lips and started fingering herself while her other hand came up to clasp one breast. She lost herself into her long-time favorite fantasy that her former boss once robbed her of but she'd since reclaimed.

She pictured Caine on top of her, hand over her throat as he thoroughly fucked her. His steely gaze boring down into her very soul as his hips drove into her repeatedly. She'd try to get up and even fight him but he was too overpowering. He was a conquering hero who was claiming what was rightfully his. Caine would drive into her again, and again, and again as she mewed pitifully underneath of him until she finally surrendered to his whims. Then she'd picture his cock exploding deep inside of her as he had the intention of breeding her, his cock thundering endlessly between her legs.

"AH!" Lauren cried out as she reached her peak in no time at all. "Ooooohhhhhhhh...." She then moaned as her body trembled. Moments later, sated, she fell asleep.

***

CHAPTER 38: A Hero Returns.

Something was up. The mood was tense in Lincoln as Lauren set upon her cleaning duties after spending the last two weeks off. The Scouts were all on edge and on high alert when she walked from her house to the Governor's Mansion. As she moved through the Mansion there were whispers and rumors of a massive movement of Raiders all around the town. Lauren tried to tune them all out as she worked.

It wasn't until evening when she was helping the other Maids serve dinner to the Bailey and assorted local politicians that she started to get the gist of what was happening. As she stood by after the meal was served, she listened intently.

"From the reports that I've seen," Governor Henry Bailey was saying at the head of the table where he sat with his wife, Sandra, "no less than twenty slaver trucks tore by us along the southern road. The Scouts I.D.ed the Corning Crusaders, the Shenandoah Minutemen, the Mississippi Marauders, and even elements from the K.C. Militia to name a few of the major players around here. They all headed some distance towards the west and it wasn't until just recently that we same some of the Crusaders and the Marauders coming back with their cages stuffed full of captured people." He explained once the meal was over.

The assembled politicians, all from Lincoln itself or from the nearby settlements that were under Lincoln's protection, were all stunned. "Where did they get them all from?" one finally spoke up to break the silence.

"I don't know at this time," Henry shook his head, wiping perspiration from his mouth and greying goatee. "Columbus and Kearney have radioed in similar activity, only their local problems were all heading eastbound towards us."

"Hastings, maybe?" another politician asked.

"How about McCool?" one woman piped up. "Anyone hear from them recently?"

The conversation then picked up as everyone tried to talk over everyone else to submit their theories. Henry finally shouted them down to silence. "Listen! As soon as I know something then you all will know something. Until then; get back to your homes and settlements and dig in. This could be a major offensive going on to counter what's going on in Colorado. Be prepared to fight and to help others if it comes down to it. That's all." With that, Henry and Sandra rose.

Lauren followed them out of the room as she'd been assigned to see to their needs after evening meal was over for today. She kept a respectful distance behind them as they walked arm in arm back to their room, each talking in hushed, worried voices about the Raider's activities.

They stopped outside of the master bedroom and Henry kissed Sandra goodnight. Lauren looked between the two of them with uncertainty until Sandra gestured to her husband. "Attend to Henry, dear, I'm turning in."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lauren gave a little curtsey, then fell into step behind Henry as he continued on to his study.

Henry looked over his shoulder at her, reading the distress that was on her face. "Worried, Lauren?"

"Is it that obvious, sir?" she asked. She managed a brave smile. "I... I just don't want to go back to the Raiders, sir. "I don't want to be a slave to them again."

"You and about everyone else in this town," he said, beckoning her forward a step. He slipped her arm around his and patted her hand in a fatherly gesture as they continued down the hall. "Don't you worry. Our Scouts are good and the Raiders know not to screw with us. On their way back home, the Crusaders gave us a wide berth which means that they're not prepared to fight us. Whatever prey they'd found out there in the wastes had to be easy and big but for the life of me I can't think of anyone who'd be out there in the middle of nowhere totally undefended." He pushed open the door to his study and they walked to his desk where he sat down at.

"It'd be nice if we had Caine still around," Lauren mused with a sad smile.

"Yes... him and any number of the vigilantes of old." Henry agreed.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" Lauren asked, now concerned about her employer. She summoned up her courage before pressing on. "And I do mean; ANYthing." She really didn't relish the idea of putting out for her boss, and the idea of having sex with Mister Bailey who was three times as old as she was put her off, but she'd do it for him if it helped. After all, him and his wife both put her up in this town and got her a job. It was a fact that she was eternally grateful for and she'd do anything for them if they just asked. She'd part her legs or drop to her knees if it helped alleviate his stress.

Henry smiled back at her in a kind manner. "Thank you, Lauren, but no. I will not take any sexual favors from you. You're young enough to be my daughter... hell, you're young enough to be my granddaughter. I know that wouldn't stop some people but call me old-fashioned that way."

Before she could reply that or even show her relief at being turned down, the handheld radio came to life on Henry's desk. Henry held it up to his ear while powering up his vidscreen to see what was going on at the southern gate. Henry's composure faltered as he stared at it with incomprehension. "Oh... My God..." Henry breathed as he looked at the vidscreen intently.

"What?" Lauren couldn't help but asking. "Sir?" she pressed as Henry's mouth continued to slowly open in abject shock. "Sir? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"My God..." Henry was still muttering as his head began to shake in disbelief. "After all these years, the son of a bitch is still alive." His expression then became warm as he turned his head towards her and smiled. The radio crackled again and Henry immediately keyed it. "Let him in, you fools! Don't you know who that is? He'll fucking kill you in a heartbeat, much less talk to you, if you annoy him!"

"Who?" Lauren asked, now totally confused, looking at the computer screen where the perimeter guards were hastening to usher in a man in black clothes who wore a survival backpack and carried a very wicked looking rifle. "Who is that?"

He now beamed at her as he gestured to the screen, now happier than she'd ever seen him before. "It's your hero: Caine."

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5...