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The World’s End Series is an exploration of the apocalypse and survival of humanity. The original author, OnePaige completed Book One of this series in nine parts. I have kindly received permission from this great author to continue the story.
It is my sincere hope that I do the story justice and that you enjoy it. I encourage you to check out the originals to understand where this really begins. This is the second chapter in book two.
Of course, All persons engaging in sexual situations are completely fictional and are legal adults. Thank you for reading my story.
Eagle 7 was a huge, armored, shiny black Chevy suburban.it was parked on the lowest level of the parking garage. When I saw its headlights come on, I called out “Shotgun” thinking that I would be riding in the front passenger seat.
“No Jack. That’s not how this works.” Said Sandy smiling, as she delivered that news in a very matter of fact tone.
“Wakonsia is our driver because she is the only one besides myself that is qualified to drive this beast. I have the front passenger position. Fiona has the position in back of Wakonsia. Fiona’s job is to protect the driver. Melonie and you are in the center and Beth is behind me. Don’t argue we have this already figured out. Help your mother into the truck and be quick about it.” she said as she racked the slide on her shotgun. “Besides, I’m the only one that actually has a shotgun to use.
I then noticed that I and my mother were the only ones that didn’t have a weapon.
“Buckle up and hold on tight it may get hairy before it smooths out” our driver said as she pushed a button on the dash. The vehicle roared to life and the ride in the electric golf cart was nothing in comparison to this!
I may be the last fertile man on the planet and I’m going to die in an underground parking garage. Was what flashed through my mind as we dodged multiple abandoned vehicles or plowed through them with the monstrously thick steel bumper and grill guard.
In less than five minutes we were on the road headed to Hillsboro. What had taken a long time for myself and Delandra to reach on foot had taken less than an hour.
“Not to sound like I am complaining mind you but why are we running away from what looks like a cushy deal? No offense ladies but doctor… um… colonel…Um… Deja… whatever we want to call her, wanted to have sex with me? Which for people with testicles sounds like a pretty good deal. So…why am I running away when everyone seemed like they were against us leaving paradise…You know until she wanted me in her bedroom?” I queried scratching my beard.
“Jack. Am…I…Uh…I am sorry for tazing you… but… Wakonsia, your mother and Sandy had to make the ruse look believable. Debbie, and Deja had to be temporarily incapacitated, or you wouldn’t be allowed to leave”. Said Fiona
“Deja wasn’t going to have sex with you like you think. She would have lured you into her quarters and just when she had you ready to go she would have Debbie seize you, drag you down to the holding cells and then milked you, for all of the semen your body would produce. She would do this every two hours until your body quit. When she had enough vials of your DNA she would have Debbie execute you just like she did with her male colleagues. In short she is like a black widow spider. Colonel Vous needs your sperm but doesn’t want your dick inside herself or any other woman for that matter.” Stated Sandy.
It was then I noticed the big black and blue bruise on the side of Fiona’s face. “I don’t understand why you even care. I thought you hated my guts. Why would you put yourself through that for someone you hate? I asked as I tapped her on the shoulder gently.
Turning briefly, Fiona said with a small smile “Och! ye did piss me off with yer moody boots in ma clean kitchen. I had just mopped that floor, when you traipsed in. It took me hours tay get it clean! Deja is a tyrant! She was punishing me for refusing to sleep with her. I’m nay into my own kind. I dinnae pass judgement on others boot it’s a definite no for me. I had to create a reason for her to come out of her lab… yer hunger was the bait I needed to draw her out. Did ye no pinch the sandwich I made for ye?”
Seeing the wink with the question intrigued me.
I was supposed to eat the sandwich? I thought I was stealing it! Well… shit! Out foxed again by the little Scot… at least it was better than her taser or her kneecap!
“It was delicious, best damn sandwich I can remember eating. I hadn’t had a submarine sandwich in a very long time. I savored it and wasn’t going to rush off anywhere to get escort bayan beşiktaş my balls drained. At least not until I had finished! That is just, how good, that sandwich was!” I declared as Fiona giggled with genuine delight, her laughter sounding very musical now had an infectious quality to it and soon enough the entire truck was giggling.
“Good then.. You’ll have nay hard feelings, Toward me then, just the now? she asked as Delandra came into view in the Home Depot parking lot. Unloading things from the back of a John Deere Gator.
Delandra ran inside upon seeing the black heavy tinted SUV with the government plates as it pulled up behind the battered and dusty green UTV.
Exiting the vehicle Sandy and Beth began calling out to her. While, with each passing second I expected to be shot at again.
Several minutes later Delandra emerged from the aisle that held the restrooms. Smiling now she said “Wow! Melonie! You’re huge girl! Is that one of those corn fed mountain boys you carrying or an entire boats worth of Viking warriors?” Delandra smiled and then looked sick before she turned trotting back to the restrooms.
Beth, My Mother and Sandy all disappeared behind the door to that portion of the former hardware store.
Leaving our driver and her pint sized security detail behind. Together they filled me in on the details of the hell that could have been a Paradise, had it not been for Colonel Deja Vous. (yes her parents had a twisted sense of humor) Turns out, that the criminally insane doctor had been conducting strange experiments on her male counterparts. She had thirteen male soldiers that had survived the event. The oldest was in his sixties. The youngest was barely nineteen. Deja’s experiments weren’t confined to males only. No! The female population at the underground bunker had been more than a hundred. Now it was down to twenty five. Many had been artificially inseminated against their will. They were somewhere on the top three restricted floors.
Deja was bent on women being in charge of the new world and men would become slaves. Fiona and Wakonsia had played along in order to not draw the Doctor’s scrutiny and to lull her into a false sense of security. It was of the utmost importance for the escape to be successful. Everything had taken months to perfect and then gone to hell in a hand basket when a roving patrol had come across the station and my little clan. They now had to alter the master plan. However, the addition of Sandy and myself were an unforeseen blessing to the new program. Wakonsia and Fiona knew each other from AirForce Basic training. Fiona had been Wakonsia’s drill instructor. Sandy and Wakonsia knew each other from the Airforce Survival school at Fairchild Air Force Base, in Washington state where Sandy had been one of the instructors. These women knew they could trust each other but, weren’t sure about the others.
The conversation that I had stumbled into between my mother and Sandy wasn’t as it seemed. What my mother hadn’t told me was that Deja had ordered Fiona to execute my dad as he wouldn’t follow her orders and couldn’t produce sperm because of the vasectomy. Fiona and Wakonsia had almost pulled off their escape when the renegades had appeared.
My Mother had approached Sandy with the idea to use the old hotel entrance. She and Fiona had found it by shear accident when they mistakenly pushed the wrong elevator button.
“Okay… Um… so tell me what the hell happened, while I was eating my beautiful sandwich. Because I have the why, we left, but I’m not sure about anything else. Like… you know… just who the hell is Debbie?” I asked just as puzzled as before.
“Corporal Debbie Shackelford of Amarillo Texas, formerly of the U.S. Army’s Quartermasters corps was the acting Provost Marshall (Top Cop) for the underground installation. The rank she was wearing (you know that eagle on her chest) was taken from the sixty five year old, Full bird Colonel Matheson that she had executed on the helicopter landing pad six months previously. Tossing the body over a cliff to avoid digging a grave in the rocky soil. Debbie had stripped the former installation commander of everything she could. When anyone protested Debbie shot them in the face or tasered them and beat them with her nightstick.
Sandy considered Debbie far more dangerous than Deja, but also not as smart as the doctor. Wakonsia had worked with an Army Psychological Warfare team and had learned a few things about deception operations as a result. Fiona and herself had secretly recorded the Doctor speaking. The two women had spliced istanbul escort a couple of crude messages together, to be played over the team radios and intercom system.
“Deja never got the chance to invite you, to her chamber. She was already bound and gagged when you heard her voice over the intercom Jack. That was a recording. We tricked Debbie into entering the only room in the building with one door and no reflective surface that she could use to watch her back.” Said Wakonsia, as she leaned over the picnic table, inside of the Home Depot, stroking my arm in a soothing manner. “I know you were looking forward to some action Jack. Trust me it would not be fun for long. If you shave the beard, I will think about sharing a bed with you. I just don’t want to fuck Sasquatch. I am sorry I had to act like a cold hearted bitch in the mess hall but if I didn’t… well… we would still be prisoners of Deja. It won’t be tonight though. Not only is it the wrong time of the month, but I have too much shit to do. Now be a good boy… O yeah…Um.. Before I forget, did you remember to hang onto my favorite slippers? They were fuzzy and pink. I told your mom I wanted them back.” She hadn’t waited for an answer.
Shit! I’m on the hook for pink fuzzy slippers in my size. Damn it!
It was cold in the former Home Depot that night. I asked Delandra why we weren’t bunked in the Walmart where the beds and blankets were. She pointed me to the area that had originally been the flooring section. There multiple layers of floor rugs would shield people from the cold concrete underneath. She said “Jack, it’s easier to shut the outer doors to this building than the other one. Here, look I have made beds for everyone I knew might be coming back with you. I just hadn’t planned for the one extra person.”
Seeing that she had moved these folding queen sized, steel spring beds into the area each had a cushy pillowtop to it festooned with flannel sheets and thick geometric patterned, wool blankets or brightly colored, patchwork styled, fluffy quilts. Looking at them, I realized that you could get two people comfortably in each of the beds but as there were seven of us now that left one person out. Kind of glad that Dad isn’t here now but maybe it’s not so bad for tonight.” I thought as I walked out of the old hardware store thinking if I only had my Hammock that we had left at the station, before all of this insanity happened I could string it up in the lumber aisle. I wonder if the Walmart sporting goods section has a solution.
Wandering over to the big box store I marveled at the fact that the doors still automatically opened for me. Milliseconds later a feral cat triggered the doors as well. I could see why Delandra and Sandy both preferred the old hardware store.
Scouring the camping area didn’t produce a hammock or even a folding cot. Not even sleeping bags were available now, when just weeks ago there were at least a dozen on the shelves. Where did they all go? Maybe Delandra had secured them somewhere else in the old hardware store. I made a mental note to ask her when I got back. I now searched all over the store for more of those beds and didn’t find any. That’s weird… where is the couch that I railed Sandy on? Where the…? There’s no way Delandra could have moved that by herself not even with a forklift. I looked around and discovered that more furniture was missing. Not just couches, and recliners but some of the smaller dining tables and chairs.
I heard the sound of small foot steps out of time with each other. Female voices in a foreign language? But what language? I asked myself. Realizing that I was unarmed, and they may be heavily armed with the instincts to shoot first and ask questions later, I opted to hide in the men’s clothing section among the coveralls.
The sight was amazing! A dozen young women of varying shapes and sizes all dressed in the same dark blue denim skirts and dark blue jackets with some sort of red and yellow emblem only their shoes showing individuality. Some of them were wearing cowboy boots and some wore sneakers, others had sandals and still others sported laced up hiking boots. There were at least four of them that had big contractor’s wheelbarrows that they were pushing. Like a well-oiled machine with minimal talking, they stripped the women’s clothing section of everything that could be carried away and then moved to the automotive section.
I was so engrossed in the spectacle before me that I didn’t hear the slow, stealthy approach of the oldest woman in her fuzzy pink slippers until she tasered me. The electrical crackle of the taksim bayan escort device, my only warning before I thought “Damn it! Not again!” Thrown onto my face, as cold metal was placed on my now nonfunctioning wrists, I struggled to use my feet. Finding that they too were secured! “From the frying pan into the fire again… damn it!” The women don’t even know I’m here.
I felt myself being lifted. I started yelling for help before a sweet smelling cloth was placed over my face and the world went black.
Kisses along the underside of my shaft, got my attention. I wanted to see who it was, that was gently stroking my balls, but I couldn’t move my head.
I was suddenly engulfed in swirling liquid heat, the slight grazing of what could only be teeth along the sides told me that someone was very skilled in this endeavor. Whoever this was, lapping at my glans had me panting in no time flat. My hands were still secured and so were my feet. All I could do was gasp and then moan as the mouth slid slowly all of the way to my base. She hummed and the vibrations nearly sent me over the edge as she began the slow slide back up. Almost to the very tip one second and nearly popping off of me but keeping me ensconced just beyond my super sensitive rim, she had stopped. The tightening pressure in my balls and root maddening as it demanded release.
“Oh God! Don’t stop! Please… let me cum!” I pleaded “I’m close! So…close… please!”
“Shhh shush.” Came the whispered voice of my female tormentor as my wet tip was uncaged now standing proudly where it had been abandoned. The rustling of fabric now caught my attention. The soft glow of light that I had awakened to was dimmed even further.
I felt the smooth silky inner thighs of a woman straddling my hips moments later, a dainty hand first stroked and then firmly grasped it, bending it slightly back. Just as I was going to protest that I was not designed to bend like that, that familiar slippery sensation of a womanly entrance presented itself. I heard her gasp and slide down a little. A wiggle side to side and another little slide down. Followed by a glorious slide up of almost all of what had been inside of her. It was followed by another wiggle left and down a little, then a wiggle to the right and up. I was about to blow now. I had been gritting my teeth trying to hold out. But damn! Whoever this was, she was tight! She suddenly plunged all of the way to my root with a yip and then grunt. I was as deep as a man can go. I felt her hairy mound rub my belly, as she ground her pleasure nub on my pubic bone. Up a small fraction then quickly descended and as she plunged down again, I felt something graze my tip “God that feels good I whispered!” She let out breathy gasp as she came up a little bit, before she took me to the root again, rocking forward and back on me, as she emitted more of those little high pitched grunts. With each rock forward or backward there was something deep inside of her, that continued to rub against my super sensitive tip. Several minutes of this had us both panting. She rose up almost completely off of my shaft now, and just as I feared she would leave me unsatisfied she plunged her hips rapidly down, forcing my tip deep against the very end of her. That was all it took to send me over that edge. With a stifled grunt, I felt the powerful surge roar up my shaft, again and again I jetted my seed into her depths as she continued to rock on me.
Her, gasps grew more frantic as she rocked grinding herself on me. Unexpectedly, she stopped, and as she let out a loud moan, I felt her sleeve ripple from my base to my tip in that rhythmic fashion that female bodies engage in when they have reached their climax. I love that feeling! The feeling of a woman’s channel producing that unmistakably powerful, throb, throb, throb squeezing up my shaft as she milks me of my seed.
It was then that I noticed she had been balancing herself on my chest and her nails had dug in slightly. “Oh… Thank… You…Sweet man!” said the pale skinned brunette as she slumped sweating and lay her whole body on my own. I couldn’t place her accent, but it wasnt American or Brittish. Her ample cleavage smashed against my chest as her pussy continued to squeeze me in a diminishing tempo. Those ample womanly mounds suddenly began to leak fluid.
It was then I heard the squall of an infant and my… What to call this woman I just had sex with? Bed partner didn’t seem to be correct as this didn’t seem to be a bed. Friend with benefits didn’t seem appropriate either as I didn’t even know her name.
“Argh!” she said as she disconnected us with a sort of slurping sound coming from our crotches. “Go I must, You rest. Make baby another time. We will.” There was the rustle of more clothing and then the squeaking of hinges as a door was manipulated.
That was good but where the hell am I? And who the hell was that? I questioned as my post mating coma claimed me.
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