“I am normally not this way,” she said.
“What? Perfect?”
“No, so…so easy, I guess the term would be. Normally I wouldn’t even consider kissing you until after a second or third date at least.”
Cody chuckled. “I would like to think that we have been dating for months in a roundabout way.”
“Good point.”
“Sweet dreams, Skye.”
“Sweet dreams, Cody.
Chapter 6
The sky was crystal clear, and the sun was blazing when they started out, leaving the sex shop far behind. Each one of her men brought something from the shop with them. She would investigate their bags later. The only thing she took was that small chrome bench that she grew very fond of in a short time.
They had traveled for hours bypassing large sections of the highway due to a sea of abandoned cars blocking access. They were running on fumes and were forced to syphon what gas they could from deserted vehicles. It was slow going but beat the hell out of walking.
They were trying to reach a place, a sanctuary that other non-infected inhabited, but deep down, Skye didn’t believe that place existed. But Will was optimistic. Vander held to her convictions and believed more and more that a large community of survivors was unlikely.
To Skye’s surprise Will and Vander never spoke of the night she had with Cody, and they seemed accepting of it. Maybe they were going to act like adults after all.
From the distance through the heat fog, a monstrosity came barreling down the highway toward them. It was a full-size bus with steel plates welded over all the windows and barbed wire coiled around the top.
Will maneuvered the Jeep around it expertly, but the fumes they were driving on evaporated, and they came to a stop in the middle of the road.
Vander took up both his shotguns, and Will zeroed in on the driver with his long rifle. The giant, armored bus eased to a standstill about thirty yards away. At least a dozen well-armed men shuffled out wearing crazy-looking attire. Some wore football helmets and shoulder pads while others wore what appeared to be armor from a medieval time period. A tarp was removed from the roof of the bus exposing a mini-gun turret with twin 50-caliber machine guns.
Will lowered his rifle. “Put down your shotguns, Vander, they have us outgunned and outnumbered. Those fifty cals will turn us into mulch in seconds.”
Six men slowly marched forward with all types of different firearms raised, pointed at their chests.
The tall one spoke first. “I will require all of your weaponry, and unfortunately I will need to check for any marks on all of your bodies—namely bite marks. These days you can never be too careful.”
They were trapped, but to Skye’s delight. The tall man spoke with affluence and seemed to be civilized. Not like his barbarian counterparts that were hastily relinquishing them of all their handguns.
“My name is Dr. Archibald Nemitz,” he introduced himself. “I am the one in charge here.”
Will, Vander, and Cody were already naked as Dr. Nemitz walked slow circles around them. Skye was more reluctant to shed off her garments since she wore nothing under her first layer of clothing.
“I am a doctor,” he assured her.
“What about everyone else? Are they all physicians as well?” she argued.
“Solely for my protection, young lady. We must be certain that no one among you is infected.”
Begrudgingly she slid off her shirt and yanked down her pants, then threw up here arms. “There—satisfied?” Everyone’s eyes were glued to her naked body, and Dr. Nemitz actually blushed. She was certain that a few of the younger guards close to her were sprouting erections.
After a brief inspection he turned away. “You may all dress and follow me.”
Their Jeep was refueled as they were taken to the bus. Will and Vander both moved cautiously and did not appear to be at ease about their current situation.
A thirty-minute bus ride saw them to a compound that was layered with security fencing. Their Jeep, she noted was parked on the opposite side of the barracks next to a few other military vehicles.
They were introduced to the facility and taken to a large tent at the center of the innermost security line. Oil lanterns lit the interior, and trays of food were brought in with pitchers of fresh water.
The doctor joined them, his face beaming with delight, and sat next to Will and Cody. “This is positively wonderful,” he said.
“What is?” Will asked wearily.
“We actually found more uninfected,” Dr. Nemitz explained. “We had searched for weeks and found nothing for miles.” He raised his glass of water to toast his new arrivals. “Welcome, my friends, to your new home.”
“Home?” Vander queried with a mouthful of canned fruit sloshing in his jaws.
“We may quite possibly be the only survivors left untainted upon the Earth.”
“How many survivors do you have in your…fort?” Skye asked.
He shifted in his seat to regard her. “Twenty-four males, six females, and only seven children. The children are the most important thing, you see. They will be our future and the ones ultimately responsible to repopulate the Earth. With the addition of you, Skye, we have a restored hope for humanity. Our chances of success have risen considerably.”
“I don’t believe I am following you.”
“Don’t you see? We need you to make strong, healthy babies for us for repopulation. All of the other women of childbearing age are already with child. I will have a breeding schedule to you by morning.”
“Breeding schedule?” she echoed, slack jawed.
“And how does this work exactly?” Will asked between gritted teeth. Vander and Cody adjusted in their seats.
“There is a method behind it,” Dr. Nemitz said assuredly. “Only the brightest and most talented males will have the opportunity to breed with the women.”
“At least Vander is out,” Will chided.
“What if we disagree with this absurd arrangement?” Skye asked, rising from her chair.
“My dear,” Nemitz said softly. “Please take a seat and try to settle your temper. This is what is best for the human race. Over time you will come to understand the need for such things. You are young enough and strong enough to give our community at least twenty children, and those children will have twenty of their own one day. It is a cycle of life.”
“I refuse to be a part of this absurdity,” Skye said defiantly.
“You can’t refuse. It is your destiny—your duty to our new society.
“Bullshit!” Vander snapped. “Let’s get the hell out of here. The good doctor is obviously mad.”
All of them stood to make their leave, but six well-armed guards poured in through the canvas-covered exits and surrounded them.
They were no longer guests, but prisoners of the mad doctor.
* * * *
Will had about enough of this shit, and his stomach tightened in knots every time he thought about what Dr. Nemitz was doing to or with Skye. The last three days had gone by at a snail’s pace, but it gave him time to formulate a plan of action. There was no other option for him but to escape this crazy colony with Skye intact. Each one of them had been taken to separate cells the first night they arrived, and he hadn’t seen Cody or Vander.
He had already given Dr. Nemitz a sample of his semen and a vial of blood. Now he was looking down at a proficiency test. It was all nonsense, and he tossed the papers to the side. Looking out the barred window, he cursed under his breath.
His escape plan was nearly ready. The weapon he constructed from cardboard and a metal hanger was hidden beneath his thin mattress. It was sort of a rudimentary shank he learned from his law enforcement days. Whenever the doctor returned to take his blood again, he would be ready.
The sun was fading, and the only exterior lights that shone were across the way, surrounding a dome-shaped building. He was certain Skye had been taken there.
The steel door behind him swung open,
and to his chagrin, Vander was staring at him. “Come on,” he said, “we don’t have all flippin’ night for you to look all googly eyed at me.”
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. How did you manage to get out the cell?”
“When they came to collect my sperm deposit, I knocked out the two guards that assisted Dr. Insane. All of them are hog-tied in my cell.”
“Great work, convict,” he said good-naturedly.
“Just remember it took a convict to save your sorry ass. Cody is four cells down, and I saw where they moved Skye.”
“Point me toward her direction.”
“Don’t think so, partner. You get Cody and find our Jeep, make sure it’s fully fueled and ready to go. I’ll get Skye. I am the only one that saw exactly where they took her.”
Vander was right as much as Will hated to admit it. “You find her and bring her back. Don’t let me down, Vander.”
They grabbed wrist to wrist in a warriors’ greeting. “I won’t come back without her,” he promised. Vander gave him a key to the cell doors along with a pistol he must have lifted from a subdued guard then marched down the hallway.
Will checked the rounds in the magazine and started for Cody. In the fading light of the sun he saw Cody lying on a cot with a content grin on his face, eyes closed. What the hell was he smiling about?
He unlatched the cell door and roused Cody from sleep. “Come on—time to leave.” He then saw two completely filled semen containers on the desk. “Are those both yours?”
Cody’s smile grew wider. “I had trouble at first then they gave me a ton of magazines. Good ones.”
“I bet they did.”
“Where are Skye and Vander?” he asked.
“On their way I hope.”
Chapter 7
Vander marched through the compound wearing a football helmet he palmed from the guards from the holding facility. No one appeared to be close to his height or weight, but in the fading daylight he hoped no one would notice. Apparently no one did because he made it to the domed building without a hitch. He moved inside to be halted in his tracks by two sentries lazily holding two sawed-off shotguns.
“Are you here for the breeding session?” the shorter one asked. He paused to soak in the giant. “Wait a sec—you’re not Martinez. I don’t see you on the roster.”
The second guard shuffled forward and eyed him over. “He’s one of the new ones they brung in,” he said while spitting a plug of tobacco on the concrete floor.
“I am…ummm, Martinez’s alternate for the breeding session,” Vander fumbled. “He had an unfortunate accident.”
“What happened to him?” the short one piped in again.
“His pants zipper nearly severed his penis,” Vander lied, trying not to smile at his own nonsense, but he was unable to come up with anything better.
Both guards broke out into a raucous laughter. “Serves the conceited bastard right,” the smaller one put in while pointing with his shotgun. “Down the main corridor to your left. Can’t miss it.”
He nodded and continued down the length of the wide hall. After making a quick left turn he swung open the double doors to find three men in dingy, faded lab coats. All of them had the look of dorky brainiacs wearing taped-on spectacles and pocket protectors.
“Where is Martinez?” one of them asked.
“He suffered an injury, and I am here to replace him.”
“This is bad. We don’t have you on the roster, and where are your lab results? I have not seen Dr. Nemitz either.” The lab technician seemed frazzled.
“Why is this bad? What is the issue?”
“The female is ready, but this is all wrong, all wrong I tell you.”
A slender man of about fifty stepped forward and nudged his partner. “We must proceed now, Dr. Plimpton. The Skye woman was less than cooperative, so we had to sedate her. The booster was also administered.”
“Booster?” Vander queried, looking to Dr. Plimpton.
Plimpton threw his hands in the air. “Where do they find such idiots?”
Vander suddenly found himself wanting to hammer a fist into Dr. Plimpton’s smug face, but he shrugged it off.
“Okay fine…it sort of works like a truth serum,” he explained. “But it also lowers their inhibitions—makes a woman willing or more receptive if you catch my meaning.”
The light flickered on in the adjoining room that was separated by a one-way glass. That is when he saw Skye. She was strapped down to what appeared to be a gynecologist chair with her legs spread wide. The sight of her naked form always sent waves of electricity spiraling through his spine to rest right at the tip if his cock. Skye was an instant erection.
She was in fact completely naked and helpless, looking like an angel restrained to some fuck machine. Her hips moved ever so slightly, and her pink folds glistened in the bright lights of the chamber. She looked incredibly moist. A clear line of her womanly fluid hung in translucent strings from the edge of her seat. Vander’s cock twitched.
He started for the room, but a small hand caught his arm to stop him. “You can’t go in there like that,” Dr. Plimpton snapped. “You will contaminate the environment.”
Vander was directed to a small shower in the corner of the lab where he was made to wash with an antibacterial scrub.
Naked and still wet from the buckets of water that had been poured over his head, he stepped from the shower curtain. All the lab assistants stood in shock as they witnessed his true girth.
“Don’t damage her,” Dr. Plimpton said. “Why on Earth would they send a man of this…this size? Nemitz is not making any sense.”
A thin-boned, lanky man nudged Dr. Plimpton on the shoulder. “Maybe Dr. Nemitz wants to breed a race of superhumans.”
Dr. Plimpton ignored the comment, and his gaze returned to Vander. “Go easy and go slow. Be delicate. If she complains of any discomfort, then you must stop, and the next one on the roster will be contacted.”
“Yeaaah, whatever. Can I go to her now?”
Dr. Plimpton gestured toward the door.
When Vander entered the chamber, her wide eyes instantly locked onto his, and she smiled brightly. “Oh my God, Vander,” she said in a liquid voice that was somewhere between drunk and overly medicated. “Damn, my pussy is on fire.” She wiggled her hips suggestively. “You have to fuck me like right now!”
Vander stepped closer, into the brightness of the lights, and Skye’s eyes opened farther. “I totally forgot how huge you were,” she commented, her gaze transfixed on his cock. “I’ve been wanting to feel that thing inside me for a long time.”
Vander smiled. He stood in between her spread legs and leaned down to look directly into those sparkling, blue orbs. “Did they harm you?” he asked.
“Hmmm. I don’t think so. The shit they gave me really heated me up though, made me really fucking horny.” She rolled her lean hips toward Vander, and her moist heat was stinging the head of his cock. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation? Take me now, Vander.”
He recalled what the lab coat technicians said about the drug acting as a truth serum. He had to find out how Skye truly felt about him and the other two companions. This may be his only real opportunity.
“What do you think about me,” he queried. She looked dumbfounded for a second.
“Vander, I am hurting down here for you. Can you ask me stupid questions later?”
“I must know your true feelings for me. Please, Skye.”
“Fine,” she sighed. “You are abrasive, ill-mannered, stubborn, and a convicted felon.”
All of it was true, yet hearing it from Skye hurt. It injured him much more than he was prepared for. But why? Knowing her true feelings, he could not take advantage of her here, in this condition.
But then her luscious, plump, red lips rose into a broad smile. “And that is why I love you,” she continued. “You are real, and I admire that. You don’t sugarcoat stuff with bullshit.”
“You ummm, you l
ove me?” he gulped.
“Of course I do, silly. Did you think otherwise?”
It was the most wonderful thing that ever crossed his ears, and he stumbled forward. Shit! He could feel some moisture forming under his eyes. Was he actually crying? He hadn’t cried over anything since his boxer, Brown Bear, died when he was nine.
Stay focused. “Just one more question.”
She cursed aloud and threw her gyrating hips forward. “I may love you, but right now you are pissing me off.”
“Do you love Will and Cody?” He cut through all the bullshit and asked what had been on his mind for so long.
“Duh,” she said, making a scrunched face. “You three are my…everything. I would be lost without you guys. I am lucky to have all three of you to myself.”
She loved all of them, and it was fine by him. He had to know the truth and found it.
“Now get that enormous cock inside me before I kick your ass,” she growled good-naturedly.
He was ready to explode even before the tip of his mushroomed head touched her wet folds. She was incredibly tight, but the need to fill this beautiful woman was too great, and he pushed through the restrictiveness. Her soaked cunt encased his cock in a heated net of fire, and he inched slowly deeper vying to reach her core.
“Ohh shit,” she blurted out. “You are so fucking huge.”
He paused halfway in her pussy and saw the pain infused with pleasure on her angelic face. Her eyes shut, and her mouth contorted to one side. “Does it hurt?” he queried in a deep, lusty breath.
“Hell yes! But in a good way. Don’t stop, baby.”
He slid deeper into her silken lining, through the tightness, through her whimpers, until he grooved against her womb. Her breathing was erratic, and her inner walls quivered around him.
“That’s it, Vander,” she coaxed. “Take me, baby. I am all yours.”
He took a commanding grip of her outer thighs and began slow, easy movements, back and forth, touching her core with each thrust. His thick, veiny cock glistened with her desire as he swung his hips into her faster and faster.
She moaned under her breath as he bounded into her hot cunt. She was tied and helpless, but Vander split her center again and again relentlessly. She swung into the almost brutal power, obviously seeking his full length and wanting more.
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