5 comments/ 65644 views/ 12 favorites Repopulation Pt. 01 By: OzArrian Prologue None of the survivors knew what triggered the 37-minute nuclear exchange that constituted the Third World War. For the scattered remains of human society that survived the cascading explosions from Chinese, American, Russian and Indian atomic weapons after June 7th, 2012 survivors were more concerned with the immediate threats to their own survival, not analyzing history and trying to apportion blame. With only rudimentary skills and tiny groups of healthy people, declining capabilities to support technologies and economies that provided food, warmth, housing and culture before the cataclysm meant that life gradually became more and more brutish. And in the days, months and years after the apocalyptic war, the future of the human race became a ferocious and savage struggle, marked with acts that in a more civilized age would have been marked as barbaric and criminal. Chapter One: Allie Cooke life took a tragic turn the moment when a Chinese ICBM slammed into the air force base outside her home town in rural Nebraska, not because she suffered horrific injuries but because unlike most of her family and her neighbours she survived the blast and the following months of radiation sickness. A college nursing student, she was drafted by the local emergency council that assumed all governmental responsibilities into the chaotic, collapsed medical system. Only 19 years old when the war devastated her country, Allie spent day after day consoling the dying, caring for the terminal radioactive-ill people, all the while grieving for her parents and her kid brother Billy. She knew there was no way they could have got away from the missile's blast zone; Offut AFB had been turned into a molten glass crater, and her family had their home only a couple of miles down range from the base. The only way to get through the numbing shock, the terror, the fear and the aching loneliness was to care for the yet living or the not yet dead. As the summer of 2012 rapidly turned colder, thanks to the climate changing effects of the worldwide nuclear war, Allie and other people still alive in Nebraska found their lives harder yet again. First electrical power to the hospital she would spend hours each day at was cut after only a few weeks. The generators ran out of fuel, and couldn't keep up with the demand to warm the colder wards. Then, vitally important staff like Doctor Terry Johnson (the only surviving oncologist at Omaha Central) either died from radiation sickness itself, or like an older nurse Allie worked with, Mildred Pierce, collapsed through a nervous breakdown. The young Allie was burdened more and more not just with her personal losses, her increasing responsibilities and her deepening feelings of despair, she was almost overwhelmed by expectations from anyone who believed she could help them. When bandages ran out and the local government delegate refused to requisition more, it was Allie who had to beg him to bend his petty bureaucratic mind. As children and old age pensioners, jocks and invalids, mothers and father, men and women alike grew sick and died it was left to Allie and a slowly diminishing cadre of medical staff to try and keep people alive, healthy, functioning at some level. By Christmas, probably the most heartbreaking day of Allie's young life, the weak and the sick were almost all gone. Wards and operating theatres that over 6 months had teemed to overflowing with the casualties of a war that had effectively destroyed the functioning USA emptied and grew silent. Omaha's population had declined to only 3% of its pre-war size, and Allie was one of only 3 nurses left on the hospital staff. She'd achieved at times near impossible levels of endurance. She'd suffered and hurt with every death till it numbed her as badly as the cold snows lashing the windows of her chilled room on the third floor. Her cheeks had gone sallow and her eyes dark and hooded. Life in a post-apocalyptic Nebraska was truly ugly and barren of any joy. Chapter 2 New Years Day 2013 dawned on Omaha Central wanly and with a cruel bite of ice in the air. Allie Cooke was dressed in the same faded nurses uniform she had worn for since the earliest days of her drafting into medical duties, and though she hand washed it every few days streaks of faded blood and other human excrescences marked the uniform. It was 8am according to the old fashioned alarm clock she religiously wound every night, and the promise of a cup of coffee was the only meal she had to look forward to until at least dusk. Fresh food stores had run out long ago, and scavenging bands had stolen much of the tinned food hoarded by the hospital staff in the basement. Hunger gnawed in Allie's belly, but with a mental resolve worthy of someone with far more years and physical strength, she went on duty. The almost empty Ward 13 on the fifth floor was now only reachable by a flight of fire stairs that were perpetually in darkness due to the absence of electricity. The murky clouds and heavy snowfalls outside didn't alleviate the gloom for Allie as she walked with resignation to the doorway of the stairwell. "So cold today...what I wouldn't give for a big plate of pancakes." Allie mused to herself. Although drawn and tired, she had tried to at least appear clean and tidy. Her long blonde hair was held at the back in a ponytail, tied with a plain rubber band. The shoes that echoed on the unpolished floor were simple black low heels, given to her by another nurse who had stolen them from a Wal-Mart (before committing suicide), and through no conscious effort they still gave Allie a slight feminine sway with every step. Before the war, when she was a freshman at college she had known that a few guys loved to check her out as she walked to class. Now; well the only witnesses to her travail were the ghosts of dead patients, the mindless souls of those too traumatized to be aware of Allie's existence, and the half-dozen remaining patients of Ward 13. There was nothing to indicate when Allie reached for the stairwell doorway handle that what lay in wait was another criminal and tragic incident in her young life. Somewhat immured to minor angst by the long-suffering in her life these last 6 months, a footfall or a suppressed murmur from the darkened upper stairs didn't really register. Allie's feet took each unseen step one after the other. She knew the count between the entrance on level 3 to level 5 to be exactly 40, with 8 right hand turns. On the stairs Allie counted them to herself. "27...28...29...30...31...." A loud hiss above and to the right echoed She stopped counting and stared ahead. "Hello...anyone there?" Silence. "32...33..." Allie climbed the next two steps gingerly, then heard a louder groan; an almost guttural moan that sounded like "Closerrrrr...come closerrrrrr." "Is there anyone there? Daisy?" Daisy Williams was an older registered nurse who had stayed at Omaha Central with Allie, and had night duty so could have been coming down the stairs unseen. "Daisy...if you're there how bout saying something. It's me...Allie." Allie held her breath, stopping and standing dead still in the inky blackness. A few seconds past. Nothing was said or heard. "Going crazy...hearing freaking voices." Allie mumbled to herself and walked again. "34...35...36..." Her right foot was about to land on the 37th step when without warning a massive black hand flew from over her left shoulder, grabbing her hard and viciously over her face. Another hand, bent and twisted into a stump sought and found her waist, and as it snaked around Allie's stomach her scream of surprise died. In the fingers that were digging into her cheeks and eyes sockets a handkerchief soaked in ether smothered her nostrils as well. In the lightless stairwell Nurse Allie Cooke collapsed into the anesthetic slumber that her kidnappers wanted. The 19-year-old girl was in the thrall of a barbaric new type of post-nuclear war survivor. A mutant misshaped into a slobbering, libidinous monster. Repopulation Pt. 02 Prologue: In the first part of 'Repopulation' student Nurse Allie Cooke tried to survive in the horror of post-apocalyptic Nebraska. Working at a hospital for the war's casualties, she has been kidnapped by someone or something... Chapter 3 As the effects of the anesthetic wore off, and Allies mind cleared of the deep dark fog that had kept her unconscious, she gradually became aware of her new environment. The last thing she remembered was being grabbed somewhere in the stairwell at the hospital, and a heavy hand almost suffocating her. Then she blacked out. Now, her eyes still shut tightly and her body contorted painfully, she tried to slowly make sense of what was happening. Allie's first thought was that there'd been some kind of recurrence of the war. The trauma of those brief moments of nuclear attack triggered a mental shadow that in truth had no relevance to what her current situation was. Then, as she threw off her hazy thoughts, she got a clearer sense of her position. She tried to speak, but there was a rough and tight gag tied haphazardly against her face. She bit and gnawed at the cloth, but all she could do was take in the horrid taste of what may have been chemicals, or something more like sweat. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and she felt the cruel biting constriction of electrical wiring used as the bindings. Her legs on the other hand were tied at the ankles by hemp ropes. Her eyes were slowly opening, but the lack of any light helped to give her an idea of her surrounds. Emerging more and more from her drugged state she realized that she was lying on her side, and she seemed to be very low to the ground. Underneath her torso and hips it felt like she was on a mattress, but it wasn't a bed. Looking left she saw the frame of a door, to her right there was a blank concrete wall. Behind her head she thought she heard a scratching sound, but not being able to twist herself to see what the source was she tried to ignore it. Allie was trapped...tied up, unable to yell for help, and in some strange place that was as inescapable as a prison cell. The 19-year-old student nurse lay breathing shallowly, and then looked down at herself. As the cold prickled her bare arms and legs she realized that her uniform was still covering her, but it had been unbuttoned revealing some of the fabric of her simple blue bra. Unable to touch or feel herself, Allie assumed that so far she hadn't been attacked sexually. Of course the frigid air and her tied up position pained her, but she drew some comfort from the absence of any worry of being molested. Allie was not some silly, infantile teenager even though she was still weeks away from turning twenty. She'd seen enough horrors these last months to know that life in Omaha after the nuclear war was brutal and tragic. It had instilled in her a desire to survive, to do what she could to survive not just physically and mentally. Part of Allie's mind was still shaking off the dulling of the ether but more and more of her thoughts were diagnosing her problem and trying to assess a prognosis. Could she stand up? Could she undo her bindings? Could she free her mouth from the gag and then cry for help? And on top of all; why was she here and who had brought her? Before Allie was able to take any further action, limited as she was by her ties and her imprisonment, she heard that same scratching that she noticed a few minutes before. This time however she also heard a low whimpering; a suppressed sob. No matter how Allie twisted and turned her head, she couldn't see what the source of the sound was. Then, to her surprise and fright a low whisper echoed. "Hello...are you awake?" It was a female's voice. Subdued and with a slight twang that could have been Texan, it came again. "Hey...you...over there. You hear me? God...please say something." A pleading tone crept into the whisper as it came through the darkness. "Answer me for Christ's sake!" Allie couldn't speak, but she murmured as loudly as she could from behind the gag. She also kicked with her bound ankles, getting some purchase on the mattress. Slowly, Allie tumbled and struggled to face the point where the voice came from. "Yes....I know you're there, can hear me. Hey...hey! You hear me don't ya." By now Allie had twisted enough to now look up and behind her left shoulder to see a figure about 10 feet away. Like her, the woman who was now writhing as she mumbled pleas and whispers was tied on a low mattress. However, Allie noticed one sharp difference. The stranger was bare breasted, and instead of her legs being tied together they were instead bound to what looked to be stakes or tent pegs. Hammered into the wooden floor, they kept Allie's co-prisoner pinioned. The young nurse squealed under her gag, and blinked trying to make sense of what she was seeing. "They brought another...oh thank fuck...there's another here now. Oh yes...yes...yes." The woman with Allie burbled madly mostly to herself. "Been so hard...so hard," and a great wail wrenched from her soul came crying from the stranger "Now they have someone else to use. Someone else to do...do...ohhh....uhhh." The last guttural groans came with a sound of stifled pain. And with those noises the small ball of fear that had been sitting deep down inside Allie exploded into full terror. "Oh...it hurts...it HURTS! The cramps...ohhhhh." Before Allie could even think further a thud resounded from the direction of the door. Looking back, she tried to speak but again the gag kept her from saying anything. The painful position of her body distracted her from staring straight at the door, but then a flood of light poured in on her face as the door swung open. Blinded momentarily, she failed to notice that the woman in the same room stopped crying and complaining about her cramps. Shuffling footsteps thumped now into the room, and the light's glow muted as a shadow moved towards Allie. A bulky form came closer, closer...hobbled and dragging along feet that from Allie's position looked to be in military style boots. Perhaps this was a air force person come to help, or one of the survivors who'd scavenged for stuff like military equipment, clothing and food so as to keep living. Allie wasn't sure, but as a more subdued sob of 'No...no..." came from her unknown female companion, she knew straight away whoever this boot wearing person was, he or she probably meant no good. Then the form came closer to Allie, bending over her and almost blocking out all light now. Casting a misshapen shadow, the person leaned down. Allie could smell dank male flesh, and the ripe aroma of someone who hadn't bathed for ages. It made her feel sick, but with the gag in her mouth Allie kept the bile down at the back of her throat. The stench of a strange man and the fear he was undoubtedly drawing out in Allie and her co-prisoner coalesced into a hopeless disgust and angst. Allie lay still. Then, the same hissing sound she thought she recalled hearing in the hospital stairwell came forth once more. "Hello my pretty one. Hello.....are you awake? You look so pretty...so sweet and pretty." For some reason Allie was reminded of a snake's hiss. She tried to focus her eyes towards the voice that was speaking to her. "Welcome nursey...you're safe now. Safe." Allie didn't feel safe. "Isn't she safe Lieutenant Betty." "Yes...safe sir. Safe indeed." The strangulated tears of Allie's room mate came like a subdued cry from the heart. Whoever Lieutenant Betty was she had to say what she said not because she believed it, but because the man who asked her was obviously willing to inflict some punishment if she disagreed. "And how's your stomach this morning Lieutenant Betty? Not feeling as bad today?" "Better sir. Much better. Thank you for asking." Allie wondered why the man was asking such a caring question yet seemed to evoke nothing but pain and fear from Betty. The voice above Allie's bound body hissed again. "The nausea passes. Before you know it Lieutenant Betty it'll be over and then...well we'll have you nursing your newborn and you'll be happy. Content and well." Allie shuddered. "What the fuck is going on?" she screamed to herself. Her eyes wide now with a mad scrambling need to make sense of her situation, to see who was talking about babies, she saw something that repulsed her as soon as it came into focus. She saw the face of the man who was hissing. It was almost non-human; a mess of great seared scabs of flesh, a twisted and pursed set of lips that sat at an angle to the almost skeletal remains of a nose. And under a totally bald head and high forehead was only one open eye, the other covered in a flap of scorched skin. Allie screamed but no sound came out. "Hello my pretty...my pretty nurse. Shall we play? Shall we..." And as the hissing words from that cruelly scarred face drilled crazily into Allie's consciousness, she felt a single finger touch her exposed bra. Looking down, she saw a hideously contorted hand that was barely a stump, where the gnarled twisted finger grew from like a diseased branch. The finger trailed up to Allie's neck, and as it did the voice of Betty cried with a cackle of guttural groans. "Her turn now...her turn." Repopulation Pt. 03 Prologue: The story so far...the USA and almost every other country in the world has been subjected to a short nuclear war, destroying most civilised life. 19 year old Allie Cooke was a student nurse before the war, and in the shattered remains of Omaha has been tending to the wounded, the sick and the mad. On New Years Day she is kidnapped and brought to a place where she meets a mutant, and a half-naked female prisoner. Bound and gagged, Allie lies at the mercy of an evil she is yet to truly understand. Chapter 4 As the fetid form of what could only be described as a deformed freak went to grab for Allie's bra, obviously intending to tear it away from her perky breasts, the door swung open once more. Another shaft of the same incandescent light briefly illuminated the room before another person stormed in, the form of the second person merging with Allie's tormentor to darken much of the space. "Not now Jones! Stop...or else." The voice that issued from the new presence in the room was masculine, fashioned along the lines of well-ingrained authority. Whoever this man was, his command had an instant effect. Jones, the misshapen molester withdrew his hand as if he had stuck it in boiling oil. He took a shuffling step back and cowered as the second man walked over to Allie. Betty, the other female prisoner sharing the room with Allie cried inconsolably, with despair in her voice deeper than before. All Allie could do was lie there and stare up at the ill-lit figure who loomed over her. "I trust you weren't hurt by Corporal Jones here Miss Cooke?" The voice seemed calm; solicitous, even. "He can be rather over-eager to make friends," at which point the stranger softly laughed at his own joke "but please don't hold it against him. The war...well it left Corporal Jones not just with physical scars." With a wave of his hand the second man indicated the burnt, twisted and scabbed body of the corporal. He then reached down and removed the gag from Allie's mouth, and as he did this she took in a great breath and coughed for some seconds. Then she tried to focus on who it was that was addressing her. Questions flooded her mind, and it was difficult to coalesce them into any logical speech. "Who...what am I...who...why am I here? Where am I? Why am I tied...." The cool detached voice spoke again. "Please, don't concern yourself with the where and who for now Miss Cooke.." "How do you know my name?" Allie asked feeling somewhat pissed off that the voice refused to recognize her legitimate need for answers. "Oh, well let's just say we've been keeping tabs on you Miss Cooke. As one of the most eligible and healthy survivors left in this community, it was necessary to make sure we knew who you were and what you offered us." "What do you mean? And who the fuck is 'we'?" Allie spat this question out with pent up anger. Her situation was driving her crazy, and it didn't help that the bare breasted woman pinned down near her kept sobbing. "Language Miss Cooke. Please...just because we are in somewhat unique circumstances doesn't mean we should abandon all forms of civilized behaviour." Allie almost gagged on this almost delusionary statement. She was being lectured by a complete stranger who had some part in her being tied up and lying only in her underwear on a mattress whilst a topless woman lay near, pinioned and weeping. All the while a leering, mutant soldier stared at her with obvious carnal intent. The thin veneer of civilization was a joke when the young nurse considered the situation. "Now you must forgive the lack of refinement in our facilities here, but this is the best my organization could arrange at both short notice and in the general chaos Omaha has descended to. At this point you can call me Sir, and as your stay with us lengthens you'll learn more about our policies and procedures. But in the interim...well let's see what develops hmm?" If Allie was petrified inside, she tried to retain some outer courage and dignity, as she demanded her release. "Let me go you bastards. Let me go...I have friends at the hospital, in the local council. I have patients that need my help..." "Allie...you don't mind me calling you Allie," the voice asked rhetorically then spoke again "consider your former friends irrelevant, and your work at the hospital is unnecessary. I...or should I say we, have higher and greater plans for you now. They require sacrifice, devotion and dare I say pain...but believe me when I say you will come to understand why you are here and what good you will do. Maybe Lieutenant Hawkins' example scares you, or discourages you?" The unnamed man standing over Allie nodded at the crying prisoner near Allie. "She was too headstrong, hence her punishment. Cooperate Allie and the likes of Corporal Jones will never make you submit like his 'friend' Betty. When the man who styled himself as Sir said this, the deformed soldier dragged himself over to the pegged officer. His voice hissed as he drew nearer. "Lieutenant Betty...you look upset." The mutant bent down and stroked the tears away from her face. His cruelly twisted mouth dribbled a droplet of drool as his stump and finger traced a line under Betty's chin. "I'm soooo sorry...let me kiss you all better." Allie roiled inside with disgust and couldn't suppress an intake of breath as she watched the mutant Corporal Jones latch his deformed mouth on the right breast of her fellow captive. Lieutenant Betty Hawkins squealed with shock, but a look from the commanding presence of 'Sir' silenced her almost immediately. Allie saw this and whilst she wanted to protest at Betty's molestation she decided that perhaps discretion was the better part of valor. "Lieutenant Betty," drawled Jones as he disengaged his lips from her nipple "I'm so glad you left the air force to come and join us here. Help us start a new life, a new society...just like He wants." Jones twisted his bald and scarred head towards 'Sir' and nodded with respect. "Sir wants us to start a new America, a better world. You and your new friend Allie are going to help aren't you." "What the fuck is this freak's delusion?" Allie asked herself silently. She felt lost, vulnerable, and most of all scared. The pain of her bindings, the embarrassment of only being in her bra and panties, the cold air and the thin lumpy mattress underneath her all combined to exaggerate the weird terror bubbling up inside. Staring at Jones and the bare-breasted army officer, Allie shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the nightmare. 'Sir' walked over to where Betty was being again assaulted by the warped lips and mind of his minion Corporal Jones. "I think our new guest could do with an object lesson Corporal. Why don't you show Miss Cooke what we have planned for her, and you can use the Lieutenant her as your 'model'...so to speak." Jones grunted his assent, and with a leering grin began to climb on top of his victim. Allie's eyes opened when she heard Betty's cry of alarm, and even though there was minimal light in the room she saw the monster slide between the legs of the female lieutenant. 'Sir' returned to a place closer to Allie and kneeled down so his mouth was near Allie's right ear. "What you are about to see is something glorious...dare I say spiritual. Corporal Jones and the fair Lieutenant are already acquainted, and by my reckoning the mixture of their respective gene pools will bring forth a new generation of warriors. Even now our plans to repopulate have a solid beginning thanks to Corporal Jones and the willing sacrifice of Betty Hawkins. And you my dear young lady," the strange commanding voice of 'Sir' paused as he licked his lips "will share in this glorious task." A turn of his head, and the order was given. "Jones...undo Lieutenant Betty's pants and see if pleasuring her eases the pain of carrying your child in her womb." Allie's jaw dropped; she was in a madhouse and she was very, very afraid. Repopulation Pt. 04 The story so far... Nurse Allie Cooke was kidnapped by a mutant ex-National Guardsman from an Omaha hospital after a nuclear war had wiped out most of civilised society in the city and in the US as a whole. Brought to an unknown location, she is being held captive by a perverse man calling himself 'Sir', who has told Allie he and the likes of his mutant accomplice aim to repopulate America. Already 'Sir' and the deformed soldier have force bred one woman, Lieutenant Betty Hawkins. Betty is about to be cruelly abused once more, and Allie is about to witness this. * Chapter 5 The drooling mouth of the mutated and wounded Corporal Jones latched like a leech onto the bare left breast of Betty Hawkins, Allie's co-captive in what was rapidly becoming some kind of post-nuclear house of horrors. Allie could not help but stare as her eyes tried to discriminate in the darkness the separate bodies of the female lieutenant and the lurching corporal. All the while 'Sir', an unnamed, indistinguishable stranger who seemed to control things, knelt beside Allie Cooke and literally sermonized to the young nurse. "You see Miss Cooke, we've had the pleasure of knowing Lieutenant Betty Hawkins since she was caught by Corporal Jones trying to steal some food from our private stocks. After some debate with some of our...um, shall we say comrades...I helped her and Corporal Jones here...a once strapping National Guardsman if I can comment on his earlier life...well, I helped them to become much better acquainted. It's all part of my...our...grand scheme." Allie shook, both from the cold and the disgust she felt as she heard Jones grab Betty's pants and tug them down. The rustling of fabric was just audible as the mutant kissed his victim's lips with a wet and slobbering lip lock. Betty's protests were muted, but Allie knew that something awful was happening. "Is he...that freaking bastard...is he raping her?!" Allie wanted to shout the question but the intimidating presence of 'Sir' discouraged her. 'You're all fucking sick. Goddam animals!' "No Allie," 'Sir' whispered, "Animals rut and procreate because they need to keep the species from going extinct. What men like myself and my comrades, as well as poor damaged Corporal Jones are doing is not just stopping the human race from becoming extinct, we're also trying to wipe out the stain of humanity's past mistakes. Build a better life with a new, more perfect generation." Allie's eyes briefly looked into the hollow pits of the demonic 'Sir', trying to understand his psychotic and criminal psyche. But then she heard a gasp of pain, and she turned her head back to the piteous sight of Lieutenant Hawkins being violated by a mutant. A freak born out of the nuclear horror from 6 months ago, and who had possibly used poor Betty like some medical experiment, or for a perverse breeding scheme. "Betty...Betty my sweet. Corporal Jones wants to make you feel sooooo good." The lisping, hissing voice of the mutant seemed to wind its way through the air like a venomous snake. Poisoning the air, corrupting the people who heard it. "You're used to my penis aren't you Betty my dear. And my sperm too...it's filled you up till you are fit to burst hmmm." Allie was almost physically sick, and the lewd stare from 'Sir' told her how he felt about what Jones was uttering. "Ohhh no, please don't. Please.....not again. Not again!" Betty cried as she felt Jones push against her now exposed vulva with his hard cock. Not long, but thick and with a bulbous head the Corporal's rubbed his dick with barely suppressed mad lust over her clit. It wasn't in any way loving foreplay, but after being used like this at least half a dozen times, and almost certainly impregnated by the monster battering at her pussy lips, Betty's body automatically responded. Her cries of anguish were mingled with an occasional sigh, and the victim of a mutant soldier rapist couldn't help but lubricate a little due to the stimulation of her clitoris. As Jones the deformed soldier massaged his fat cock over the poor Lieutenant's damp cunt flaps 'Sir', the architect of this perverse place dropped a hand onto Allie's bra-covered right breast. The material was cheap and hadn't been washed for a few days, so Allie was not just nauseated by the scene near her as well as the molestation. She felt embarrassed to be seen like this; no matter the effects of a nuclear war, basic human decency and social niceties shouldn't be destroyed too. The hand at her tit cupped her carefully, softly molding the smooth palm to hold the shape of Allie's 32B boob. She squeaked a protest; "Don't...I don't want this!" but 'Sir' stayed still and left his hand in position. All the while he stared into her face as she tried to both avoid his gaze plus shut out the vision of Corporal Jones moving closer between Betty Hawkins' spread and pinned legs. "Go ahead Corporal," the commanding voice of 'Sir' spoke, over the top of the soft cries of protest coming from the topless and not pants-less female Lieutenant. "Fuck you sweet breeding mate soldier...keep her fertile womb swimming in your semen." And with a bestial grunt, the mutated soldier drove his fully erect phallus up inside his victim. And all Allie could do was mouth a silent "Oh my lord!" as she saw and heard Betty succumb to the thrusting cock of her rapist. Chapter 6 As the 19-year-old student nurse shuddered the silent form of 'Sir' knelt near her, keeping his hand firmly cupped over her bra-covered right tit. His fingers didn't move, but his palm did put some pressure exactly over the section of fabric that covered her nipple. Allie tried to assimilate the sensory and mental anguish she was surrounded by; near her she heard the grunts and cries of the mutant national guardsman violating a poor fellow female captive who had been impregnated before by the monster between her thighs. "My god...you sick dirty fucking bastards...why are you doing this." Allie spat out the question with as much hate and disgust she could muster. The hand on her breast tightened and 'Sir' drew closer. "Don't question me Miss Cooke. You are only going to survive by submitting to your fate...your biological purpose. If I find you to be a rebellious influence on our plans here to repopulate and re-establish the USA then my powerful friends and will let you starve, go without shelter...abandon you to the radioactive wilderness." Allie tried to see the face of 'Sir', and gauge any degree of intent from him beside that cruel import in his voice, but there just wasn't sufficient light. However, there was enough illumination from under the door for her to see as she twisted her head that poor Betty Hawkins was being savagely raped. "Oh Christ Betty," the mutant soldier gasped as he pushed and poked his fully erect and uncovered prick again and again inside the battered vagina of his victim "You still feel tight when I fuck you. Love fucking youuuuuu..." Corporal Jones sighed the last word as his scarred body humped Betty without pity and without any love. This was the act of a creature, not a normal man, and the lust-crazed mutated creature that was the Corporal hungrily stabbed his dick between Betty labia lips. "How taut is Lieutenant Hawkin's birth canal?" 'Sir' enquired, slowly pawing Allie's left boob now. "Uhh....Sssssir it feels very tight....ahhh fuck....when she pops my kid she might tear sirrr...ah fuck. Yesssss." The hissing snake-like voice chilled Allie's heart. "Oh I hate this....pleassssssse...no more...no more....you're hurting me...hurting me and the...ahhh...baby." Lieutenant Hawkins sobbed her begging plea as loud as she could, trying to make her pitiable voice heard over the lewd and base grunting of the mutant using her violated pussy. 'Sir' stopped gently fondling Allie's breast to focus on what Betty had said. His twisted, perverse mind made a snap decision. "Corporal Jones...stop rutting with your child's mother now." The one-eyed and cruelly burnt face of Jones looked back, trying to discern in the darkness what was going on. "Stop now...or you may cause irreparable damage to Lieutenant Hawkin's ability to bear children." Allie looked on in shock as 'Sir' left her side and strode the couple of paces to grab Betty's rapist by the right shoulder. "I said STOP NOW!" With a ferocious yank 'Sir' pulled the naked Corporal away from between Betty's splayed and naked legs. Her pussy, bruised and moistened by Jones' pre-ejaculate would have been open to see by one and all if there had been sufficient light. Allie dry-retched as she heard Betty babble 'Gotta protect my baby...gotta protect my baby...gotta protect my baby." All the while Corporal Jones counterbalanced her sorrowful voice with a hissing "Wanna keep fucking her sir...need to cum so baddddddd...cum in her pusssssssyyyy."