"Slaves, Ferals, and Bunkers" -- A postapocalyptic alien invasion survival story

[KingOfNowhere]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

Cooper was nearly done taking samples when Angela hurried up to tell him about the wolf tracks. "We need to go. We're taking it slow and cautious and quiet, and we're keeping our heads on a swivel, looking for company."

He again checked his rifle, like Angela had before him. Ironically, he feared the wolves more than he did the Overlords. He thought the latter were unlikely to find them. The former, though. Jeez. The nose on those things.

They got back to clearing only to find out that Cooper might have been wrong about the Overlords. Angela told him, "We can't go back to the hatch. Not right now."

"When, then?" he asked anxiously.

"We need to see if they come back," she said. "Or ... they might still be here ... wandering around out of our sight, looking for us."

Now, Cooper was concerned about their alien conquerors. It was ironic that he'd never really feared being found out by the Overlords. The bunker had been well hidden. It was in the middle of nowhere. Its entrance was well hidden. And it used very little electronics having been built to avoid them in the case of nuclear attack and, thus, an electromagnetic pulse.

How had they found them now after all this time? Had they found them, really? He moved closer to Angela, whispering, "Do we have what we need to stay out her for the night? I mean, it could be down in the single digits. Can we build a fire and not be seen?"

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Pamela, Kyle, Olive and Winnow

"Git!" Pamela told Kyle. "I'll take care of our new friend here."

He wasn't sure about leaving their new friend with his lover. Pamela wasn't typically jealous when it came to Kyle and his other lovers. Lover, actually. There was only Winnow currently. That was the way it had been since Winnow had turned 18 last year and became a bed warmer.

At least Pamela didn't show any jealousy. But would Kyle know? Would she say something if she was?

There were things Winnow did for Kyle that Pamela either wouldn't or couldn't. The latter, couldn't, was read to him. The former, wouldn't, was suck his cock. He'd only asked her to do it once. She'd hated it. Hadn't had sex with him for over three months. But they'd gotten past it eventually. Personally, Kyle believed that his adopted sister's yearning had overwhelmed her remembered disgust at the taste of his cum filling her mouth.

Still, Kyle made his way out of their shared home. He went directly to Green Acres to check up on the workers there. He had six workers there this time of the year. Two of them, a 16-year-old girl and an 12-year-old boy, tended to the animals year-round.

The girl had been raped, beaten, and almost killed by a miner when she was just 11 years old. He'd been executed for his crime in the most horrific way. Shackled to a beam several yards off the ground. Stripped bare. His gonads pinched in a pair of vise-grips attached to a chain. Weight, more weight, and more weight still attached to the chain until his sack simply ripped off.

And this had all happened in front of the camp's entire population. There hadn't been a rape since. Even the bed warmers found their patrons treating them better after that. The girl had been told she could have any job in the camp. She'd chosen taking care of the animals.

The boy had been injured in a machinery accident just last year. He'd lost the lower portion of a leg. Other than that, he was perfectly healthy and able. Kyle had petitioned for him amongst the Supervisors to work the farm. He sometimes worked with a prosthesis. Sometimes not.

He spent most of the day working there. He repeatedly thought about returning to his home to check on the girls. But he stayed away. If Pamela turned Olive over to the other Supervisors or the Masters, Kyle wanted some deniability. It could mean life or death for him.

 

[AnnieBloom]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

"Do we have what we need to stay out her for the night?" Cooper asked. "I mean, it could be down in the single digits. Can we build a fire and not be seen?"

Angela's stomach rolled anxiously at Cooper's first question. They had brought emergency supplies with them in their packs, but they'd only taken their testing equipment and supplies down to the lake with them. What they needed to ensure their safety was up there in the barn.

"Back out," she said, gesturing Cooper back deeper into the forest. Once they were out of sight of the barn, she told him, "I'm going to circle around, look for signs of unwelcomed visitors. Move back up there where we were, carefully and quietly, and keep an eye on what's what.

"But don't do anything," she warned. "We don't know what their capabilities are if they see us. So no warning shots, no charging, no nothing!"

 

[AnnieBloom]

Pamela, Kyle, Olive and Winnow

After shooing Kyle away from their shared container home, Pamela went to the bedroom to tend to Olive. The younger woman had once again donned the closed that Winnow had picked out for her, clothes that, of course, had come from Pamela's wardrobe.

"Strip," Pamela ordered as she headed for the back corner of the bedroom area. "You were right. You need to bathe before you crawl into Kyle's bed."

Pamela pulled back a drapery, revealing a makeshift shower. She pulled down a chain causing water to begin spilling from an overhead nozzle, explaining to the very surprised Olive how it was connected by a pipe to a hot water heater in the next container over, the laundry. This led to a whole series of questions that Pamela answered as Olive stripped once again.

"It belongs to Kyle," she explained about the laundry with obvious pride in the man. "He put every spare minute and every spare chit into making it happen. It's where I do laundry for residents of the mining camp. It's where I earn my living."

"Chits?" an again naked Olive asked as moved to the shower.

Pamela didn't immediately define chits as her eyes took in the young beauty. Although she'd often considered sexual relations with other women, in particular the bed warmer, Winnow, Pamela was yet to partake of that potential joy. You're just what Kyle would want in a woman, she thought to herself. Deep in her mind, she was also quietly thinking, you're just what I would want in a woman, too.

"Chits?" Olive again inquired as she reached a hand into the stream of water. She smiled wide. "It's hot!"

Pamela fiddled with a lever that mixed hot and cold water until Olive was happy. "Chits are what we use around here for money. They're actually just washers. Metal washers. I guess there was a big case of them, and someone thought they would make good money. The first slaves who were brought here to work the mine, those first people -- like Kyle -- they needed a form of currency."

Olive had slipped into the stream of water, giggling. She'd never been under a hot stream of water before. Pamela tried not to ogle Olive as she played around in the flow, but it was difficult. Olive asked, "What's currency?"

Pamela was a bit entranced with how the water flowed about Olive's curves and down through her curly muff to in between her thighs and almost missed the question. "Oh, um, money. It's money. You know what money is, right?" Olive shook her head. "It's a way to trade goods and services between people. It's like, okay, the laundry."

"Cleaning clothes," Olive said.

"Yeah. I do laundry for other people in the camp," Pamela said, "and they give me chits for it. There's a woman who makes the soap." She pointed to the bar Olive was running over her body, removing days' worth of dirt and grime she'd collected while on the run. "She makes the soap, and I give her chits for it. Make sense?"

Olive nodded her head. Pamela pulled the chain, ceasing the water flow, and put a stool in the makeshift stall next to Olive, saying, "Sit. Clean your feet. They're awful."

Olive did as she was told, soaping up a rag as she said, "The other girl, the young one--"

"Winnow," Pamela filled in.

"Yeah. She said that the man, Kyle?"

Pamela confirmed with a nod, and Olive continued, "She said he was your brother."

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Pamela answered. "He took me in when I was much younger. He saved me from..." She wasn't about to explain what a bed warmer was to a girl who didn't even understand what currency was. She repeated simply, "He saved me. Took care of me. He's like a brother to me, yes."

"But you sleep with him, too," Olive said in a calm, non-challenging, non-lewd, matter-of-fact tone. "You fuck."

When Pamela's face showed her surprise, Olive gestured to where Kyle and Pamela slept, pointing out, "There is only one bed but two pillows. There's men's stuff on that side and women's on that one."

Pamela looked that direction, seeing the possessions on each side that most definitely identified the bed as a shared one. As the other woman scrubbed her toes and soles, Pamela searched for the words to explain her and Kyle's situation. "We're not blood. Do you understand what that means?"

Olive nodded, saying, "He's not your real brother. You don't share a mamma and pappa."

"Yes, exactly," Pamela confirmed, hoping that was enough.

Olive then said just as casually, "I fucked my brothers sometimes. Not for chits or currency. Once for a bow. It was a good bow. I killed a lot of rabbits with it."

Pamela's mind was reeling from Olive's confession, but the thing to which she responded was the assumption that she thought Olive had made: "I don't fuck Kyle for money! For chits!" She fought to control her emotions as the other woman continued nonchalantly scrubbing between her toes. "I sleep with Kyle because I love him."

She wanted to say more, but her mind was spinning with where this morning had gone. How the fuck did we get here? she wondered. Olive stood, pulled the chain as Pamela had before her, and rinsed her body off, practically dancing in joy at the feeling. When she pulled the chain again and the water flow ceased, she reached out for the towel in the other woman's hands.

"You can't go outside today," Pamela told Olive, trying to move away from the earlier conversation. "If you're seen, we're all in trouble. Do you understand that? You can't be seen in the camp."

They talked about the dangers and the Overlords and the prying eyes that belonged to people not as friendly as Pamela, Kyle, and Winnow. Olive donned Pamela's sleeping clothes and slipped into the bedding. She asked, "Why are you helping me if this could get you into trouble?"

Pamela sat on the edge of the bed, considered the question, and answered it in the most honest and basic way. "Kyle wants to help you, so I want to help you. That's just how it is. Understand?"

"Yes," Olive responded simply. She thought a moment, then continuing her bluntness, asked, "Does he want to fuck me, too?"

Pamela couldn't help but laugh aloud. She admitted, "He probably does. But that's not why he's doing this. Why we're doing this." She searched for her jacket, saying, "I have work to do. And you need to sleep."

She again warned Olive about going outside, then headed out. She carried the bags of clothes to the laundry, started the wash, and sat down with her needle and thread to repair rips and tears. And all the while, she couldn't get her mind off the beauty who was now sleeping in her bed.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

Angela explained her intention to circle the bunker's location. She warned Cooper, "But don't do anything."

"I won't," he agreed. Cooper was no hero. At least not when it wasn't strictly necessary. He slipped back up the edge of the first as instructed.

Then, Cooper just waited. He thought about the Bunker's situation. The underground shelter had been designed to keep it's occupants healthy and happy for 100 years.

And yet it had begun failing after just 10 years. And now, 15 years after the Overlords arrived, the population was becoming ill. Bad water. Rashioned food. Odorous Air. What the fuck went wrong?