"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?

 

[AnnieBloom]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

Angela spent almost four hours making her way around just two thirds of the perimeter around the bunker, keeping trees, bushes, and other foliage between her and it. She peeked toward the barn every couple of steps and stopped every few minutes to take another look at it through the little spotter scope she kept in a pocket on her sleeve.

She was beginning to think that she'd been paranoid in beginning all of this when finally she saw it. The light of the lowering sun glinted off something, drawing her attention. She found a good hiding spot behind an old, dead tree's remains and raised her scope again, finding a device about the size of a canned food tin standing atop a two-meter pole stuck in the ground.

Angela had never seen one of these, but she had little doubt was it was: a detector for motion, sound, heat, etc., the things an alien might see as indicating the presence of Human Beings. She sat down onto the wet ground to think. Then, ever so much more carefully and quietly, she backed out deeper into the forest before once again circling back to find Cooper.

"We're found," Angela whispered close to his ear. "And we're out of here."

She gestured Cooper to follow her back down toward the stream, only then stopping to describe what she'd seen. "It's a sure bet they detected us. Maybe they checked out the barn. Maybe they found the hatch. Maybe they did neither. All I know is we can't go back there again until we figure out what that thing is and how to deal with it."

Angela looked about them again, then pointed. "There's a rocky outcrop there, just beyond the trees. I saw it earlier when I was checking out the lake shore. We might find some sort of cover there."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Kyle and Olive

Kyle spent the morning at Green Acres, the mining camp's farm and ranch. He spent some of it supervising or training the 6 people working it.

There were tasks to be performed year round, of course. The two minors and an old cripple named Harvey worked Green Acres permanently. The other three workers were only here for planting season.

Most of today's planting has been done in the greenhouse. The camp has gotten lucky four years ago. The Overlords' delivery of miscellaneous goods had included some rolls of plastic sheeting.

Kyle and some others has used the plastic and some tubular mine shoring to create a double layered greenhouse. It had allowed them to double their growing season. Triple for some of what they were now growing.

The sheeting would run out at the end of this season. It didn't hold up well against the extreme cold of the north. Two more seasons maybe. But that was a concern for next year.

Kyle had always liked farming. Kyle's grandfather had had a small farm while he'd been a kid. He'd spent summers and most weekends there.

It was only after his grandfather had died and his father had sold off the property that Kyle had turned to working in the mine. It had been hard work, her than farm work. But it had paid well.

At noon, Kyle headed back to his home. Pamela was gone, obviously at the laundry. He peeked into bedroom. Olive was sound asleep in his bed.

He studied her silently. She was a pretty thing. Not as picture perfect as Winnow, of course. The bed warmer was the most beautiful in the camp. The most beautiful woman Kyle has ever known.

He returned to the kitchen to pro the ingredients for dinner. Cooking was another thing Kyle liked to do. He'd brought some food from the communal root cellar.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

"We're found," Angela whispered close to Cooper's ear. "And we're out of here."

He followed her down the decline to the stream and onward to the lake. She told him, "...we can't go back there again until we figure out what that thing is and how to deal with it."

They headed up the shoreline toward a rocky outcrop, hoping for shelter. They got lucky. Circling to the north side, they found a significant overhang with a relatively level dirt floor below it.

And they found it just in time. The rain started, first gently but becoming a downpour soon after that.

"I'll gather some firewood," Cooper told Angela. "Why don't you clear us a nice spot without stones."

He shed his pack and spent an hour or so gathering twigs, limbs, and pieces of smaller downed trees brought down by winds over the years. Much of the wood was seasoned enough to easily create a fire.

"We should keep it small," Cooper warned. "Just enough to keep us from freezing tonight."

 

[AnnieBloom]

Kyle and Olive

Kyle was still in the kitchen when Olive entered from his bedroom, now wearing a loose-fitting blouse and a knee-length skirt, both of which were handmade and not pre-Overlord leftovers. Other than that she wore nothing, neither shoes or undergarments.

The result was that her nipples were conspicuously poking through the thin cloth, and the skirt cling tightly to her full ass cheeks.

When Kyle caught sight of her, Olive held her arms out and did a little spin before giggling and saying, "This is incredible."

She did another spin, the lower hem of the skirt rising enough to show off a bit of her fit thighs. She danced her way over toward Kyle, explaining, "I've never had anything like this before. It's a dress, right? A shirt?"

She got close to Kyle, asking, "What are you cooking?"

 

[AnnieBloom]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

Angela cleared the stones and pebbles from an area large enough for the two of them to sleep side by side, in each other's arms even. After that, she collected pine tree boughs for a mattress, stripping the softer, needle parts from the limbs and laying them out four inches deep.

It certainly wasn't her mattress down in the bunker, but it wouldn't be horrible either. They had their emergency blankets and fire starters, about the only emergency equipment they hadn't left back in the barn.

"We should keep it small," Cooper warned when they began building the fire. "Just enough to keep us from freezing tonight."

"I have a surprise for you, Coop," Angela told him as she walked over to a nearby large boulder. She returned with a fully cleaned and skinned animal. "It's a rabbit. I scared it out of it's hiding place, not meaning to, anyway. Thought we could roast it."

 

[AnnieBloom]

Winnow, and introducing Kenny Long

After leaving Olive in Kyle and Pamela's bed to get some badly needed sleep, Winnow headed to her own container home just a few doors down. It was a 30-footer that stood alone, affording her a bit of privacy for her work, and as part of her bedroom, offered a full bathroom (an ensuite if she'd known that word) with a bathtub, sink, toilet, dedicated hot water heater, and a makeup vanity.

That bedroom/bathroom combination were strictly for Winnow's personal, private use. At the far end of the container was a second bedroom for her work, and it, too, included a bathroom, though it only featured a shower, a small sink, and a toilet.

Winnow was very particular about the hygiene of her visitors. They first had to shower, bathe, or otherwise clean themselves up at their own homes or use the mining camp's communal locker room, which pre-dated the Overlords. It still worked pretty much as it always had, though it was down to just half the working toilets and a third the working showers, and suffered a never ceasing shortage of hot water due to having only one working water heater that these days was fueled by charcoal.

Then, even after having cleaned up before arriving, the clients had to shower at Willow's place, too. Here, they were treated to wonderfully scented soaps that quietly were a strong disinfectant. One of the women in the camp made them from a combination of ingredients foraged from the nearby forest and cleaners that had been provided by the Masters some time back.

Most of the men were sufficiently respectful of their hygiene when visiting Winnow. They knew how privileged they were to spend time naked with the most beautiful young woman they were likely ever to lay eyes upon for the rest of their lives. And they knew that Winnow had the right to refuse them service if ever they offended or harmed her, from arriving smelly to striking her.

In between the two bedrooms was the living space: kitchen, dining room, and parlor. It featured a glass enclosed wood burning stove that created a bit of ambience, surrounded by an old couch and three mismatched armchairs that had been recovered by Pamela, the camp's seamstress, amongst other things.

Winnow sometimes brought her clients here to her living room but not often. Most never made it out of the working bedroom, which, like the other each of the other two spaces, had its own private door. If you warranted the special treatment, you might find yourself sitting in the parlor, enjoying a hot herbal tea or glass of wine, each of which was made here in the camp by those with the skills and ingredients.

Winnow stripped down, showered, and shaved. She didn't always shave her private areas, but her only appointment today was a special event. Kenny Long and Winnow had been friends since they were toddlers and had played and worked together nearly every day of their lives until they'd reached puberty. It was then, when Winnow was 14, that the Supervisor who watched over the camp's Bed Warmers told Winnow that upon reaching 18, she would begin training as one, too.

From that point on, Winnow's life changed. She was rarely if ever left in a situation where someone might be tempted to try to seduce or even rape her, while at the same time preventing her from trying to fulfill her own, puberty-driven needs for sexual satisfaction. Until the day she turned 18, Winnow was closely watched and protected, day in, day out. She was never exposed to the work for which she was destined, never viewing the other Bed Warmers while they themselves were working.

On the occasion of her 18th birthday, she lost her virginity to the then-"Boss" of the camp, the man who Kyle would later in the year replace. Yesterday, the younger Kenny himself had finally turned 18, and today, with Winnow's now skilled assistance, he was to become a man.

She knew how special this day would be for him, so she put in extra effort to make herself ready for him. Winnow didn't always shave and trim her personal places as neatly and completely as she did for Kenny. When she was done today, her body below her neckline was smooth as a baby's bottom with the exception of a small, neatly trimmed triangle of hair above her womanhood, its lower pointy end directing her new client to his promised land.

Winnow was just finishing preparing herself when there was a soft, polite knock on the bedroom door. Opening it, she found one of the camp's few minor-aged females, a girl named Honey, and her mother. Like Winnow at that age, Honey rarely went anywhere without a chaperone. Winnow saw herself in the youngster and knew that, upon her own 18th birthday, she, too, would begin her training.

There was an irony in this as Winnow saw it. She felt bad for the girl, knowing that once she was of majority, she might spend the remainder of her life parting her lips, both in her face and between her thighs, to service the men of the camp. And yet, at the same time, with all the extra supervision, Honey would never be raped as a teen, as had happened to Pamela when she herself had been young.

"We're done cleaning, Miss," Honey reported with a smile, using the same title she'd always used for Winnow. Despite there only being a handful of years between them and Winnow still being short of 19 years of age, Honey had always found Winnow glamorous, even considering what she did for a living.

Honey began listing the tasks that she and her mother had performed, but Winnow politely waved the girl quiet, then moved toward a nearby shelf unit as she said, "I'm sure you did everything properly and well, Honey, just like always." Winnow retrieved a small, decorative, metal box and fished out a handful of chits. Handing them to the girl, she said, "Thank you, Honey. You and your mother are the best."

"Do you need us to clean the other room?" Honey asked tentatively, clarifying, "The other bedroom."

Winnow looked past Honey to the girl's mother, catching her concerned expression. She answered, "No, Honey. I'll take care of that room." Winnow fished out two more chits and pretended to inconspicuously slip them into the pocket of the girl's blouse, even though she knew full well that Honey's mother saw it. She whispered while lifting a finger to her lips, "For you. Shh."

The girl beamed at the older woman's generosity, gave thanks, and with her mother gathered their cleaning things before departing. Winnow spent the next hour or so preparing for her visitor. Kenny had been told to arrive at the center door of the home, the one for friends and guests, not clients. She had a small meal waiting for them and a small bottle of wine, something once called a split.

She dolled up her hair atop her head, painted her face, and donned her favorite dress. It fit her hourglass figure tightly, boosting her generous and firm C-cups up and in. When the knock came at the door, she stepped in a pair of 4-inch, spiked heels that highlighted her already delicious legs up to mid-thigh.

Winnow answered the door, smiling broadly to Kenny as she greeted, "Right on time." She stepped back, opening the door wider as she said, "It's good to see you, Kenny. It's been too long."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Kyle, Olive, and Pamela

Kyle heard Olive throw the bedroom door flap back and turned. His gaze fell immediately to the dress she was wearing. Pamela's dress. It was a little big for the younger woman, reaching down to her knees instead of upper thighs as it did his sister. And yet it still looked wonderful on her. As she danced and spun about, he couldn't help but spy her swollen nipples and full, round ass. His cock began swelling.

"What are you cooking?" she said after prancing into the kitchen.

"Potato soup, rabbit, and rehydrated apple crunch," he told her, smiling. He clarified the latter, saying, "We dry the apples after picking and keep them in the root cellar."

Kyle speared a warm piece of apple with a fork and offered it out. He couldn't help but look down the cleavage of the dress at her unbridled tits. "Do you want to help?"

He put Olive to work setting the table for three. "Pamela should be home soon. She tries to keep regular hours. She, um..."

Kyle was going to speak about how Pamela kept those regular hours to avoid being seen by the Overlords. The alien Masters were very religious about their calendars. They did their rounds and checked in with certain Supervisors as necessary on a schedule that if they varied at all did so by just one to three minutes, rarely any more than that.

Pamela wasn't a legitimate member of the community anymore and didn't want to be seen by seen by the Overlords. As a teen, she'd been slated to become a bed warmer once she'd reached her 18th birthday. But Kyle had been unwilling to share her. He'd slipped her name into a list of 6 killed in a mine accident to remove her from the rolls.

The Overlords believed her to no longer be a resident. The Humans knew she was still here, obviously. She did laundry for a number of them. And off the books, she did warm the beds of some of their fellow residents. Kyle didn't know exactly how many. That wasn't something Pamela wanted to share with him and something he didn't care to ask or know. He might have been less bothered by it if he'd known that all of Pamela's lovers outside of him were also female.

"Listen, I think we need to talk a moment," Kyle said, changing the subject. He gestured Olive to a chair at the little kitchen table and took one himself. He considered his words a moment. "It's dangerous for you to be here. I think we already explained that to you. But I'm not just going to send you back out into the wilds again without knowing something. About you. And about your situation. Can you tell me some things?"

Just then, Pamela returned. Kyle gestured her to join them. He caught her up on the conversation, then looked to Olive. "Can you tell us how you ended up here at the mine, all on your own?"

They listened to Olive recap what had happened to her community. Kyle couldn't imagine having that happened to him and his family. To him and Pamela. He expressed his sympathy, then asked, "Do you have anything to go back to, Olive? I mean, if your people were taken or killed."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

(OOC: My writing partner tried to make this clear, but I just want to add to her reassurances because I am now speaking of it. The character, Winnow, received NO sexual training, instruction, interaction, etc., before her 18th birthday. It's not as if she trained between 14-18 and then went to work. Think NUN until 18.)

Winnow and Kenny Long

Kenny had been waiting for this day for years, literally. He'd been infatuated with Winnow since they'd been kids. The Overlords had brought both of them to the mine with their parents. Kenny had been too young at the time to understand what was happening to them, of course. He'd barely been 3 years old.

He and Winnow had grown up together. They'd played together. They'd worked together, too. Kenny's father had worked down in the mine. His mother, though, had done labor on ground level. One of her tasks had been foraging in the nearby forest. Kenny had participated in that. Picking mushrooms, tapping trees for sap and syrup, depending on the species. Trapping and otherwise hunting animals for dinner.

The Masters never allowed Kenny and his mother to go out together, though. They'd always been on different foraging teams. This had been to keep the mother-son pair from disappearing into the forest, never to be seen again. Other families had done it. The husbands had urged their family to seek freedom. Of course, the husbands were then executed in public as a warning to future family escapes.

When he wasn't working, Kenny had very often sought out Winnow. She was so beautiful, even as a child and young teen. And they'd been great friends. She'd liked him as much as he liked her.

Then, she began filling out as a young woman. And everything changed overnight. When he was 13 and she was 14, the bed warmers' Supervisor essentially ripped Winnow from Kenny's life. She was taken to a different part of the camp. Kenny would rarely if ever see her. When he did, they would only ever wave to each other or say hello from a distance.

Kenny didn't understand it at first. But he'd learned what she was to become: a bed warmer. He'd known of them, though, he hadn't honestly known what they did. He'd been very ignorant about such things.

Eventually, though, he came to understand. His mother had helped him with that understanding in a harsh way. She'd learned that his father was spending the family's hard -earned money on getting his cock sucked by one of the whores, as she'd called them.

Knowing that Winnow was to become a bed warmer once she'd reached 18 had left Kenny conflicted. He was sympathetic to her for having to do that with random men. At the same time, though, he wanted to be those random men.

Then he realized that he could be one of those men. It only took chits. He'd begun saving more than a year ago. He'd asked around about how much it costed. That had shocked him. But it hadn't deterred him. And by the time of his 18th birthday, he'd save up plenty.

And now here he was standing outside Winnow's door, knocking. She opened the door. And Kenny's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. She was incredible. He had never seen her dressed for work before. (OOC: Kind of out of context. Ignore the lanterns.)

"Right on time," she told him, smiling wide.

"My God, Winnow," he murmured, looking her up and down. "You look fantastic."

"It's good to see you, Kenny," she told him. She stepped back, inviting him inside. "It's been too long."

Kenny just stood there staring at Winnow. She had developed the most delicious curves in all the right places. And the dress and tall shoes showed those curves off like Kenny had never imagined her before. Finally, he stepped inside and away from the door, allowing her to close it behind them.

"These are for you," he said when she looked to the lilacs in his hands. "I hope you like purple. Or are they blue? Blue-purple? They were the prettiest I could find while foraging today. Not much blooming yet."

She took the flowers to put them in water. (OOC: I assume?) Kenny couldn't take his eyes off her body. The way she walked in those tall shoes made everything move perfectly. With her back to him, he readjusted his swollen cock for comfort. It was so conspicuous, he thought. But he didn't know what to do about it.

"I've really missed you, too, Winnow," he told her. "Sorry, I forgot to say that."

Henry had been thinking about her status as a bed warmer for days. He felt sorry for her. But he didn't know whether to express his sympathy or not. Would he only offend her? He kept recalling his mother's word: whore. He hated that that was what she'd become.

At the same time, though, he was happy for it. He'd been masturbating to thoughts of being with her for a long, long time. Now, he no longer had to fantasize. It was happening. Here. Today.

"I like your place," he said, looking around. "It's much nicer than our place. Dad--"

He stopped suddenly, looking back to Winnow. His expression showed his sadness. "I don't know if you heard. My father no longer lives with us. Mom caught him--"

Again, Kenny stopped. He'd been about to say Mom caught him giving our money to a whore or something to that effect. He instead only said, "They aren't together anymore. I'm working with dad in the mine but still living with mom."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

Cooper was impressed with the bed Angela had made for them. He joked, "Almost like home."

"I have a surprise for you, Coop," she said, producing a fully prepped rabbit ready for the fire. "Thought we could roast it."

"Unbelievable," he said, chuckling. He went back into the rain to break off a green branch. He brought it back, saying, "This won't burn."

He pushed the stick up through the rabbit to secure it. Then, using a couple of stones, he placed the animal over the fire at an angle. Playfully, he said, "Dinner's on, honey."

They went through their supplies to see what they had available to them. Other than the scientific equipment, there wasn't much. "We won't be living in comfort. But we'll be living."

A flash of light caught Cooper's attention. He looked to the sky to see an aircraft high in the sky. It was reflecting the light of the sun that, to them, had already descended. He panicked initially, moving to the fire to kick dirt onto it and kill the flames. But the craft continued onward at hundreds of miles per hour. It disappeared around the outcrop.

 

[AnnieBloom]

Kyle, Olive, and Pamela

"Do you have anything to go back to, Olive?" Kyle asked after Olive described her village's destruction and, presumably, the kidnapping of some of its population by Overlords. "I mean, if your people were taken or killed."

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I was afraid to go back to the village to look for others. There might have been others. Survivors." She thought about her family and friends. "I'd like to think there were survivors, who got away, I mean. Not taken. I don't know what would happen to them if they were taken."

"They'd come here," Pamela said. Her comment was meant to give Olive hope. "What I mean is, we get new people occasionally. Some of them are transfers. People coming to us from another camp, sometimes another mine and sometimes something entirely different. Maybe a logging camp or manufacturing plant. One guy said he was building metal parts for something. He had no idea what they were or what they were for.

"But sometimes," she continued, "we get ferals. That's what we call people like you, Olive. People who have been hiding out there in the wilds, avoiding capture by the Overlords. So, there's a chance that if some of your people were captured--"

"No," Olive interrupted. She considered what was going through her mind a moment, then said, "No. They'd die first. They'd kill themselves first, before ending up in a place like this."

Pamela looked to Kyle with a knowing expression. She was certain of where he'd been going with the conversation. She asked Olive, "So, if you couldn't go back to your village, if you had no one out there, friends or family, to go home to. If you had to remain here?" When Olive only stared silently at her food a long moment, Pamela asked, "Would you kill yourself is what I'm getting at?"

Again, Olive just stared downward.

 

[AnnieBloom]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

"Dinner's on, honey," Cooper said as he put the rabbit she'd killed and prepared over the flame.

"Cute," Angela responded, chuckling. "I'll put the salad together."

After a while, a moment of panic struck them both as an Overlord craft flew by. Angela did as Cooper did, hopping up with the intentions of killing the fire. But the craft was obviously far away, as well as high if it was catching light from the sun. She instead just walked out away from the fire to keep an eye on the craft as it disappeared to the north.

"I think we're good," she said walking back to sit close to Cooper. She looked into his eyes as she took his hands. She pulled him to her, pressing her mouth to his before whispering, "While that thing cooks, what would you think about fucking again?"

If he was up to another go-round, Angela would lead Cooper to the makeshift bed she'd created to undress and mount him. This wasn't about breeding for her anymore. She simply wanted to enjoy him, and she wanted him to enjoy her, too.

 

[AnnieBloom]

(OOC: Ditto on my writing partner's comment above.)

Winnow and Kenny Long

"My God, Winnow," Kenny murmured with obvious awe. "You look fantastic."

She smiled wide. "Thank you, Kenny. You look nice, too." He'd dressed nicely for the event ahead, something that not all clients did for Winnow.

He gave her flowers, for which she thanked him and took to the kitchen to find a vase. As she returned to set them nearby on a table, she said, "They're beautiful. That was very kind of you, Kenny."

During the training for bed warmer that had begun the day after her 18th birthday, Winnow had been taught to use the client's name often. It was meant to give them the feeling that they were special and not just another cock come to find pleasure for chits. Of course, Kenny wasn't just another cock to Winnow. They'd been friends for so many years before she'd been taken away to near total isolation for almost four years.

When she'd turned back to him, Winnow hadn't failed to notice the way his pants tented in his groin. Just as he was conflicted about what she did for a living, she was conflicted about having him feel lust for her. Not because she was surprised that he was excited by her, which he couldn't have helped being if he'd been blind, but because she knew that his lust for her was only going to finally be satisfied as a financial transaction. Winnow would have greatly preferred that it took place as nothing more than a mutual desire for one another.

"I like your place," he said, looking around.

"Well, thank you, Kenny," she responded, looking around as well. The irony was that many of the things in her home, from furniture to furnishings to more artsy stuff like the wall decorations, had been given to her as compensation for services rendered. Not every man (or woman) who she'd spent intimate time with had had the chits to give Winnow. Sometimes they'd instead paid her with the things they'd claimed from the periodic container deliveries. Others made her things, such as some of the wall decorations and even a couple of metal sculptures made from mining camp debris or bits and pieces from the forest.

He started, "It's much nicer than our place. Dad--" He stopped, then continued, "I don't know if you heard. My father no longer lives with us. Mom caught him--"

Winnow gestured Kenny to the couch sitting near the wood stove, then sat near him. Their knees almost touched as she faced him at an angle. He continued, "They aren't together anymore. I'm working with dad in the mine but still living with mom."

"I heard, Kenny," she said with a sympathetic voice. Winnow was kept well informed about the activities of the camp, even those portions to which she never visited. "I'm sorry to hear about your family's troubles. I understand what you're going through."

Winnow had lost her mother to the Overlord virus in those first days of the attack on Earth. She and her father had been captured and interned. When it was discovered that her father had been a construction worker with years of hard labor under his belt, the two of them had been shipped to the Cigar Lake uranium plant. He'd been guaranteed a safe and happy life for his daughter so long as he worked hard.

"You know, my father died just a couple of days after I was selected for..." she told him, pausing before saying what the what for actually was. "If you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener."

Winnow kicked her heels off and moved to sit facing Kenny with her knees bent and her haunches atop her calves. Leaning back into the couch, she smiled and said, "Tell me what you've been doing since we last talked. It's been such a long time, hasn't it?"

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Kyle, Olive, and Pamela

"Do you have anything to go back to, Olive?" Kyle asked Olive.

"I don't know," she answered. She spoke of the possibility of survivors and what might happen to them.

Pamela chimed in, saying, "They'd come here."

She spoke of how new slaves were brought to the mine occasionally. She added, "But sometimes we get ferals. That's what we call people like you, Olive."

"It's not meant to sound derogatory," Kyle cut in quickly. He wasn't sure whether the young woman from the wilds even knew that word and clarified, "She wasn't meaning to insult you. It's just a word."

Pamela continued, trying to reassure Olive that some of her people might end up here at Cigar Lake. Kyle knew better, though. The Overlords would never bring local ferals to the mine. They knew the region around the mine. That made their escape more likely than, for example, if a feral from Florida or Alaska or even another continent were brought here. Plus, a local feral might induce others to risk escape.

But Olive stated plain and clear that her people would rather die than become slaves. "They'd kill themselves first, before ending up in a place like this."

Kyle had planned on asking Olive if she would think about staying here rather than risking the wilds again. After her statement about her people, though, he chose to remain silent. Pamela, however, did ask, if she would want to remain. Also remembering what Olive had said, she also asked, "If you had to remain here would you kill yourself...?"

Kyle studied Olive as she herself seemed to be studying her food. He thought maybe he had a solution to the situation. "Why don't you stay here, secretly, until you decide what you want to do. You can stay here, with us. We have plenty of room. We can set you up with another bed. No one needs to know you're here.

"While you are here, we can figure things out," he told her with a reassuring tone. "If you decide to stay, we can teach you how to blend in and not draw attention from the Masters. Hell, we've been doing that with Pamela for years. They think she died in a tunnel accident.

"If you decide to leave," Kyle continued, his tone less excited now, "we can outfit you with what you need: clothing, food, water, some sort of a shelter. We'll make sure that--"

Something struck Kyle, a question he'd asked Olive before but for which he hadn't received an answer. "How the hell did you get into the camp anyway?"

He stood, moved to a shelf full of what-nots, and returned with a device about the size of a large can of fruit. Setting it down, he explained, this is an Overlord device. It's a motion detector, infrared detector, sound detector, so on and such forth. This one doesn't work, but there are dozens of these things surrounding the camp.

"Anytime we get within 50 yards of one," he continued, "it emits an alarm and asks for our clearance to be near the perimeter of the camp. We tell it we're foraging for food or collecting firewood or whatever, and if we are cleared, it tells us to continue."

He held out his arm, showing a swollen spot just up from the inside of his wrist. "It knows who we are by these, an implant. The Masters know who's supposed to be leaving the camp and who's not, and if you're on the not list, all hell breaks loose."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Winnow and Kenny Long

"I heard, Kenny," Winnow responded when he said his parents no longer lived together. "I'm sorry to hear about your family's troubles. I understand what you're going through."

Kenny understood what she meant by that, of course. They'd grown up together, and they hadn't had any secrets. Winnow's mother had been killed by the virus the Overlords had used in the initial attack on Earth. It was responsible for the deaths of billions.

No one really knew how many people had survived. There were no real long-distance forms of communications anymore. The Overlords' EMP devices had made sure of that.

Kenny thought that the death of her father had to be even harder, though. She'd been just 3 years old when her mother died. She hadn't had that long with her. But Winnow had come to Cigar Lake with her father. They'd had 14 years together before she was separated from him for isolation in preparation for her training as a bed warmer when she reached 18.

Her father had died just three or four days after she'd been taken away in a mine accident. She hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye. Even worse than that, it had taken another two days for word of his death to reach her. By that time, he'd been buried. Kenny didn't know whether or not Winnow had been permitted to visit the grave site. And he wasn't about to ask.

Regarding his own troubles, Winnow offered, "If you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener."

Kenny rarely talked to anyone about his family issues. There wasn't anyone close to him who he thought he could share such things with. Despite their separation for the last 4 years-plus, Kenny spoke freely with Winnow. As if they'd seen each other yesterday. "Mom hates dad now. Won't talk to him. Won't look at him."

He hesitated, unsure about getting into the reasons for this issue. But Kenny assumed that the bed warmers all talked to each other about their clients. He figured Winnow already knew. "Dad was, um, well, he was spending out chits on, um, you know, girls--"

He hesitated, trying to find a way to say it that didn't offend Winnow. "Women who do what you do, for men. And mom found out. And she was pissed. We'd been saving to move into a different container. Ours is one of the oldest ones. It's rusting. It leaks when it rains. There's a big puddle right out front of the main door 'cause the soil there settled a few inches over the years."

Winnow knew some of this, of course. Not all of it was recent hell. Some of it had been his life back when he and Winnow were still close. "She hit him with a, well, I'm not sure, but it was hard enough to knock him out. I went for help, and a couple of guys carried him over to the Infirmary.

"And mom's never let him back in the house again," he said, unable not to chuckle a bit. "She threw his clothes into the puddle out from. Everything that was his that she didn't want. The rest of it she sold at the Rummage Market."

His mind had been focused on his story. Then his eyes settled on Winnow's delicious bosom. He smiled, then blushed. Looking up into her eyes, he said with obvious sincerity, "You sure did get beautiful since I saw you last, Winnow."

Kenny reached into his pocket and pulled out a round, multi-colored disk. It had begun its life as a $100 poker chip for an Indian casino outside Saskatoon. Somehow, a box of them had ended up here in Cigar Lake years back. The Supervisor of the bed warmers had thought they'd make good tokens to represent payment for sexual services and had laid claim to the box.

They were used a bit differently here than they'd been used in the casino, though. They didn't represent actual dollar amounts. A $1 chip didn't get a thousandth of what a $1,000 chip would get you, for example. The most common chips handed to the bed warmers were $5 and $25 chips. Most men just wanted to get off.

Kenny's chip, however, gave him an overnight stay with Winnow. Well, it was actually for an 8-hour stay and service. That meant an overnight at this time of the day. Winnow actually had the right to send Kenny home anytime she wanted. All bed warmers could cut sessions short, for a number of reasons. That included the session's end time being in the middle of the night such that if the client slept over, he'd get more time than he'd paid for.

Kenny could only hope that Winnow wouldn't do that to him. He wanted to stay here all night. He hadn't even been with her yet, and he still knew that this was going to be the greatest night of his life. He didn't want it to end, at 8 hours or 80 hours. He offered it out, saying sheepishly, "Am I supposed to give this to you now? Or later? After we're done?"

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Angela Davis and Cooper Lee outside the bunker:

"While that thing cooks," Angela said about the rabbit over the fire, "what would you think about fucking again?"

Cooper couldn't help but smile wide. He'd known Angela nearly her entire life. He'd begun having fantasies about her as soon as she'd begun developing her womanly curves. And he'd had to keep himself from jumping in joy at learning that they'd been chosen to be breeding partners. That had been sexually satisfying for Cooper, of course. Any ejaculation was sexually satisfying. But it had been breeding. It had barely been sex, and certainly hadn't been making love.

But the greatest joy he'd had regarding her was when she'd asked him to fuck earlier in the day for no other reason other than the pleasure and intimacy. And now she wanted to do it again? He set aside the backpack he'd been inventorying and moved to her. He pressed his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss, then teased, "If I have to, yes."

Later:

Cooper's chest rose and fell dramatically as he recovered from yet another energetic fuck. He'd cum once too early to have caused Angela to do the same. She finally joined him in achieving her own ecstasy. He could have stopped, happy that he'd pleased her. But he was so close to a second climax that he persisted until his gonads were once again pumping her full of his seed.

After that, he'd rolled off her and pulled the emergency blanket over them. "My god. You have no idea what you do to me, Angela."

The rabbit was blackening on its lower side. "We should eat."

 

[AnnieBloom]

Kyle, Olive, and Pamela

"That's what we call people like you, Olive," Kyle said about the word feral. "It's not meant to sound derogatory. She wasn't meaning to insult you. It's just a word."

Olive hadn't understood the word derogatory, but she understood feral and Kyle's explanation. "I get it."

Kyle suggested, "Why don't you stay here, secretly, until you decide what you want to do." He talked about that option in more detail, then switched subjects: "How the hell did you get into the camp anyway?"

He showed Olive a device, explaining what it and the chip in his arm did. Pamela held out her own arm, showing the same slight bump under the skin.

"We all have them," she said, adding, "But even without one, the detectors should have picked you up, just by your movement alone, forgetting sound and hear at least, that's what we were told."

Pamela looked to Kyle, asking, "Would they have lied? The Masters?" She looked to the device. "Maybe they only work if you've only got one of these."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Kyle, Olive, and Pamela

"Would they have lied?" Pamela asked. "The Masters?"

Kyle didn't want to imagine that Pamela could be right. If she was, that meant he's been duped for 15 years.

Pamela looked to the detector, then the chip in her arm. "Maybe they only work if you've only got one of these."

Kyle thought a moment. He looked to Olive, asking, "After dark, can you show us exactly where you came in? Every step?"

 

[AnnieBloom]

Kyle, Olive, and Pamela

"After dark," Kyle asked, "can you show us exactly where you came in?"

"Yes," Olive answered without hesitation.

"Every step?"

"Yes," she continued confidently. "I circled this place before coming in, looking for a safe place to--"

"All the way around?" Pamela asked.

The uranium mining operation wasn't big relative to such things as open pit coal mines, but it's perimeter was still nearly 30 miles around. She asked, "How long did that take? How long were you--"

"Day and a half," Olive cut in. She gestured toward the device on the table. "I saw those. Didn't know what they were. But papa taught me not to trust things I didn't know what they were.

"I was hungry, though, and cold," she continued, "I knew if I didn't find a way in here, I'd die."

"You found a way in," Pamela said, a statement, not a question. "And you can get back out."

"I can," she said, pointing toward the small lump in the other woman's arm. "But whatever that is .... you said it will catch you?"

"It will," Pamela answered. Then, looking to Kyle, she smiled and suggested, "Unless we cut it out."

She knew why no one did that anymore, cutting out their implants. But things had changed with Olive's arrival. She told Kyle, "We have to try. I want to try. And it has to be me. I'm a feral, just like Olive. I don't belong here. I'm dead as far as the Masters know.

"And one of these days -- you know this!" Pamela stressed. "One of the other Supervisors is going to tell my secret ... to take your place as Boss. I'm shocked that it hasn't happened yet."