Victoria and Madeline

The four Revolutionaries and their two captives made their way under Durden City following the sewers, a river of filth flowing inches from their feet. The smell was horrendous and rats scurried out of their way as they made their way through the gloom, the only light coming from the headlamps worn by the men and the flashlights they carried.

After what seemed like an eternity the Revolutionaries removed the gags from the women’s mouths and then put black nylon hoods over their heads at the bottom of a ladder and directed Victoria and Madeline to climb it. The two leading Revolutionaries had opened the manhole above it, checked that all was clear and stood guard while the little troop exited the sewer. It was still dark but a sliver of light on the horizon indicated and dawn was fast approaching.

“Those fucking idiots in Durden City can’t figure out how we are able to attack them without openly breaching their defences. They put so much effort into guarding that fucking wall but they completely forgot about the river of shit that flows out of the city. We broached the grates and bars that were erected across the sewers long ago and they have never been down there to check on them,” one of the Revolutionaries explained.

“But there is no way you are going to see the entrance and exit we use,” the leader, a rugged looking but handsome Major, grunted as he tightened the hoods around the women’s necks.

“I don’t think either of these two humps will be seeing Durden City again,” one of the troopers commented, causing the Major to scowl at him and shake his head.

The two Revolutionaries assisted Victoria and Madeline as they climbed the ladder and took the opportunity to paw at their tits and asses which the two women put up with gratefully just to get away from the reeking dark tunnel.

Victoria and Madeline stumbled blindly across broken ground, their purses dangling from their necks while their captors dragged them along by their elbows; two men behind them pushing them in the back to keep them moving.

"Come on you bitches, we don't have all day," one of them growled.

The group stopped in a copse of stunted trees and the men pulled broken branches off a lightly armoured troop carrier. The driver and navigator sat up front, a hatch was fitted above the rear seat so that the occupant could operate the roof mounted machine gun. Behind the rear seat two benches were fitted along the sides of the vehicle for embarked troops.

Victoria and Madeline were loaded into the back of the troop carrier, their captors copping a feel again as they manhandled the two ladies onto one of the benches.

Once the rear doors were closed one of the men ripped off their hoods and their bindings and they both blinked until their eyes adjusted to the light bleeding through the armoured glass windows. The man guarding them in the rear of the vehicle grimaced at them menacingly, soundlessly reminding them to keep their mouths closed and to behave themselves.

The vehicle lurched forward and sped across the Badlands at a speed that terrified the two women. The driver obviously knew every obstacle, curve, pothole and obstruction along their route because he dodged them all without slowing down.

Neither Victoria or Madeline had been outside the walls of Durden City but they had seen news footage and heard stories of the devastation but nothing could prepare them for what they were about to see. A two mile corridor around the city had been cleared of all debris and vegetation so that the defenders on the walls had clear sightlines but once out of the 'kill zone' the evidence of destruction, carnage and suffering was everywhere.

The roads were choked with vehicles abandoned long ago as people tried to flee the bloodbath of the civil wars that erupted after world order collapsed. Most vehicles were riddled with gunfire and the corpses inside were desiccated or decayed to the point where only crumbling bleached skeletons remained. All the buildings were in various states of demolition; edifices of exposed rusted steel, rotted wood and brickle concrete.

Occasionally there was movement as packs of rangy dogs fossicked for scraps in the rubble and birds feasted on the rotting corpses of animals and sometimes men. They saw two emaciated, filthy, scraggy-haired, grey-bearded men dressed in rags squabbling over the remains of a dead dog.

Victoria tried to look away but couldn't.

"Outcasts from Durden City," one of the revolutionaries stated emotionlessly.

"Kicked out of the city by your beloved Commissioner for some minor infraction. Maybe they were too vocal about their dissatisfaction about the way Pope Durden rules the city like a despot. Maybe they complained because they were denied access to the Breeding Chambers or they didn't have enough credit to pay for a Comfort Girl. Maybe Pope Durden just didn’t like them. It doesn't take much to piss off your lord and master," their captor sneered.

The vehicle bounced over small obstructions and careered around the larger ones, never slowing. Without slowing, it approached what appeared to be a huge wall of rusting steel shipping containers stacked four high and both women screamed and braced for impact.

The men laughed uproariously at the women's terror when at the last second two of the containers opened inwards, powered by hydraulic rams, and then closed immediately as the vehicle passed through the wall.

Viewed from the outside, the wall of abandoned rusting containers fitted perfectly into the devastated landscape of the Badlands; a reminder of global commerce, long since forsaken and obsolete. It melded unobtrusively into the scarred devastation.

But inside the walls of the stacked containers there was order. A thriving community of men, an army almost, went about their work as if beyond the walls the dystopia and cataclysm did not exist. It was much like Durden City but nowhere near as sophisticated. The roads were unpaved, there were no billboards purveying propaganda; everything was utilitarian and drab but neat and serviceable.

Flanks of lightweight fighting vehicles and ranks of Humvees were corralled next to a repair shop and fuelling station. Men were servicing weapons outside of a large armoury while others stacked stores and provisions into open ISO containers. The roads were dirt and gravel, the sidewalks roughly hewn timber. The place looked like a futuristic post- apocalyptic frontier outpost.

Most of the men were dressed in paramilitary style fatigues and they all carried sidearms. The uniforms were mismatched; mostly leftovers from the civil war, but many men also wore components of Durden City Guard uniforms, many with patches and repairs over bullet holes. But that couldn’t be right! Colonel Michael Durden made numerous public service appearances where he regaled the populous with tales about how his mighty Guard repeatedly repelled ‘the Revolutionary rabble’ whenever they skirmished. According to him his Guard annihilated the Revolutionaries and sustained very few casualties themselves, if any.

Victoria and Madeline were hauled out of the back of the troop carrier and silence descended on the compound as all work stopped and the men stared at the two women almost with disbelief.

“This way,” the Major pushed Victoria and Madeline ahead of him, the other three soldiers formed a phalanx around the two girls.

They were led to an open ISO container where the sergeant opened a steel door that lead to a flight of metal stairs that descended below the compound. The underground complex was brightly lit, the corridors wide enough for electric carts to transverse the hard packed ground. It appeared like a whole other town had been constructed underground.

The two women were bundled onto the bench seat of a golf cart-like vehicle, their escorts sitting before and behind them, and whisked away into the bowels of the underground complex. The vehicle stopped outside a door marked Op Centre. Victoria and Madeline rightly expected to confront the person who had ordered they be kidnapped and brought here.

They were pushed through the door into the operations room where large scale maps were pinned to walls, men manned computer consoles whilst talking into headsets; banks of radio equipment stacked in racks behind them. They were led down a corridor past doors which opened onto a mess, ablutions and a small barrack room and finally to another door marked Commander. As they walked through the Op Centre once again all talk ceased and the men glared at the women with wonder and lust.

The Major knocked and waited. An aide came to the door and opened it and waved them inside and then left; the other three soldiers stood guard outside.

“About fucking time,” the Commander glared at the Major.

Victoria and Madeline just stood there open-mouthed staring at the Commander in disbelief.

The Commander was a woman!

This was unheard of! Women were kept securely locked away and brought out for breeding purposes or to pleasure men. Even Comfort Girls, who had some freedom, were kept under continual observation and only existed to provide sexual services. Women in Durden City were chattels, they had no standing, no rights and certainly they had no power.

This woman was in charge!

“What is that thing doing here?” the Commander pointed a red fingernail at Madeline and scowled at her contemptuously.

“With all respect ma’am, you gave us a description of the woman you wanted us to capture and that’s all we had to go on. We were in combat mode and in a hurry. Look at them… they could be sisters. We didn’t have time for idle chat so we took them both. Besides, fucked if we could tell the difference,” the Major said defensively.

“You coulda just lifted their skirts and shot the one with the dick!” the Commander replied sarcastically.

The Major just shook his head and the Commander broke into a smile.

“You did just fine Billy. You got me what I wanted and you didn’t lose any of my men,” the Commander said in a consolatory tone.

“Take that thing away and dispose of it. I’ll keep her here,” the Commander pointed at Victoria.

“With all respect again ma’am; it’s been a while since my guys have had a little, you know, companionship. Shit, two of them have never even seen a woman except for yourself. Can they have a little fun with her before we dispose of her?” the Major asked civilly, nodding his head at Madeline who was still in shock.

“Do what you want with it. Just get it out of my sight,” the Commander waved her hand dismissively at Madeline.

“Leave me alone with her Billy,” she pointed at Victoria.

“Are you sure ma’am?” Billy asked.

“I think I can handle her on my own,” the Commander grinned and patted her sidearm.

Major Billy Brody took Madeline by the elbow and led her to the door.

“One thing Major,” the Commander called out as they got to the door.

“If you touch that thing Billy, the door to my quarters will be closed to you forever,” the Commander growled.

Billy saluted his superior and dragged Madeline outside the office and closed the door to the Commander’s Office.

“Come with me bitch,” he pushed Madeline ahead of him until they got to the small barrack room where he shoved her inside.

The other three Revolutionaries had followed their Major and they stood at the door glaring at Madeline with unfettered lust.

“Have at her boys. When you’ve finished, take her out into the Badlands and dispose of her,” the Major walked away and the three soldiers crowded into the tiny barrack room and locked the door behind them.

Susan Solister

“Welcome to Freetown. I'm Commander Susan Solister and you're Victoria Eglin the Brood Matron of the Durden City Breeding Facility and Pope Durden’s bitch. Have I got that right?” Susan pointed to a chair.

Victoria fell into the chair, still stunned at being addressed by a woman with power; a woman who appeared to be in charge of this place and the men who lived there. This woman seemed to know more about Victoria than anyone else except for Pope Durden.

Susan Solister was an imposing woman and beautiful. She stood nearly six feet tall in her combat boots and tight fitting camouflage uniform. She had a trim waist, long legs and small but perfectly proportioned breasts that pressed against the buttons of her shirt. Her makeup was perfectly applied: not too heavy but dark around her blue eyes and her ruby-red lipstick seemed incongruous to the military uniform. Her flaming-red hair hung to her shoulders in ringlets.

“Once you retired as a breeder, like the other women over forty, you became a brood mother. Except you are special Victoria. You're not only Michael Durden’s whore, you are also in charge of the Breeding Facility, making sure the female children are nurtured and cared for, selecting pretty boys to become pretty girls to keep the sheep who call themselves citizens sated sexually,” Susan sat down behind a large desk and opened a drawer and put her sidearm inside it and took out a pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Victoria was shocked but she slowly gained her composure and sat up straight in the chair.

“You know more about me than I know about myself,” She whispered.

“You don’t recognise me do you?” Susan lit her cigarette.

Victoria shook her head.

“No reason why you should. We used to be acquaintances long ago but then I was just another female who look her turn in the breeding chambers, my legs sticking out of the sanctity holes while men spent themselves inside me,” Susan took a long drag on her cigarette.

“But I was different,” Susan studied the tip of her cigarette.

Madeline Smith

Madeline wasn’t stupid. She knew what was about to happen. She was going to be used by these three men and then disposed of which she guessed meant being taken into the Badlands and killed. She knew too much about the Revolutionaries now, even though she had been blindfolded for most of the journey.

Her only hope was to ingratiate herself with her captors and somehow convince them that she was more useful to them alive than dead. Trying to fight off these men would be hopeless and serve no purpose.

The two young troopers and the older sergeant made their intentions clear, stripping off their body armour, kicking off their boots and hurriedly shedding their uniforms. Their bodies were pale and muscled and rippled with battle scars. All three sported healthy erections. The room reeked of male sweat and testosterone comingled with Madeline’s perfume. The raw sexuality in the tiny barracks was palpable.

“You ever been with one Virgil?” one of them asked the oldest of the three, his eyes filled with lust as he stared at Madeline.

“Before I got kicked out of Durden City I used up all my credits at the Comfort Palaces but I never got into the Chambers. I applied but was rejected. Comfort Girl pussy is the only pussy I ever had,” the man named Virgil replied, eyeing Madeline lasciviously.

“But she ain’t got a pussy Sergeant; she’s got a dick,” the youngest of the three whined.

“I don’t think Susan Solister is going to let you borrow hers Leon, so it’s Comfort Girl pussy or no pussy. Besides you're a fuckin’ virgin, what the fuck do you know about any kinda pussy,” Virgil chuckled and Leon blushed.

“I ain’t never had me a piece of pussy neither but I seen plenty in them old porn shows. I’m just going to leave the panties on her and pretend she’s a breeder; she’s pretty and I’m hornier than hound dog on heat,” the other young trooper nicknamed Spliff chimed in.

“Dogs don’t get on heat; only bitches do,” Virgil commented.

“They train em good. Raise them as girls and comfortin’ is all they know. They are goddam fucking machines,” Virgil added.

“You boys gonna stand there talking and gawking or are you goin’ to come over here and fuck me?” Madeline mimicked their tone and accent, as much to excite them as to mock them.

She lifted the hem of her black micro minidress and flashed her red panties at the men and stuck out her tongue.

It was all part of the plan. She saw her reflection in a stained shaving mirror mounted on the wall and saw that her raven mane was tousled and her makeup smeared after all the manhandling and jostling she had endured getting here. That said she still looked damn sexy.

“You fucking haughty bitch!” Virgil reached for Madeline but she stepped aside.

“Let me take care of the young uns’ first Virgil. They're virgins so it won’t take long, then you and I can get acquainted properly,” Madeline stepped into Virgil and put her hands around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest, hooking a nylon-sheathed calf around his leg.

She rubbed herself against him as she kissed him passionately.

“Hot damn, that bitch is in heat!” Leon squawked.

Virgil pushed Madeline away and she was scooped up by Leon who put his mouth on hers and pawed at her tits. She could feel his dick poking into her belly and she reached for it. Leon’s kisses were fervid and slobbery and Madeline pressed her lips on his and used her tongue expertly so that Leon could learn from her how to kiss properly. She squeezed his cock which felt like a hot poker in her hand.

“Oh shit!” Leon blurted and Madeline felt his scalding issue splash on her wrist and forearm.

She kept kissing him while she masturbated his throbbing root, knowing that he was spattering her dress with his semen and not caring. This was do or die and a bit of spunk on her clothes was nothing. She could feel Leon’s cock quivering in her hand and he muttered incomprehensively as he experienced his first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. The feel of Madeline’s body against his, the smell of her perfume, her lips and tongue working his mouth, her downright femininity had triggered his orgasm as soon as her fingers began to stroke his cock.

“Don’t worry baby, you're young and you’ll recover quick. No time limit in this Comfort Room,” Madeline drained the last of Leon’s semen and then she felt another cock prodding her ass.

Spliff had lifted Madeline’s dress and was rubbing his cock on her panties. Madeline obligingly bent over and lifted her skirt out of the way to give him unfettered access to her buttocks. She felt him poking her in the panties; his eagerness and inexperience quite evident. Madeline eased aside the gusset of her panties and used a fingernail to poke a cock-sized hole in the gusset of her pantyhose, remembering the boy’s statement about ‘leaving the panties on her and pretending’. He wouldn’t be the first man to have done that; pretend that she was a real female.

She still had some of Bob Ringwald’s semen inside her from their session in the Pleasure Room and she was thankful that she did when Spliff drove his cock all the way past her tight puckered bud deep inside her anus.

“Hot damn!” he yelped and gripped Madeline’s hips and began to bugger her.

Leon had recovered and because Madeline was bent over, her face was level with his groin and he poked his cock in Madeline's face and she dutifully took it in her mouth and began to suckle it. Watching his pal fuck the attractive, mature Comfort Girl was exciting and he wanted more of her.

Madeline was able to catch a quick glance of Virgil sitting on the bunk watching; his cock at full attention. He was watching her with both lust and envy and she though possibly jealousy as well, which was all part of her plan.

Spliff, standing behind her, was doing a good job despite his inexperience and his cock was pounding her prostate, the girth of his member stretching and stimulating her sphincter and his pubis pounding into her pantyhosed buttocks, which was a particular fancy she had developed over her years of whoring.

Spliff moved his hands to her thighs and held Madeline tight and she felt his cock bloat and shudder deep inside her rectum and flood her with his spend. The stink of musky semen pervaded the room as he kept jackhammering his cock in and out of Madeline’s tight channel, his cum running down her thighs, soaking into her nylons.

Spliff remained hard and kept fucking her and Madeline was grateful that he’d filled her with so much semen to keep her lubricated. Her cock was rock-hard and pushing against the front of her panties and she knew that a single stroke would make it erupt. The feel of the Spliff’s big phallus sliding in and out of her ass was quite stimulating and sucking the precum out of Leon’s hard rod added to the excitement.

Leon and the Spliff smirked at each other over Madeline’s hunched body; then Leon’s face screwed up as he felt Madeline tickle his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue while her lips suckled his shaft. He knotted his fingers in her hair and wrenched her face into his groin and shot his second load of semen into her mouth. Madeline slavered at his pulsing penis and greedily swallowed his issue.

This triggered Spliff’s second orgasm and he pulled Madeline’s soft, panty-clad ass into his groin and he voided himself inside her anus. It took all of Madeline’s concentration to try not to come as she pushed pack against the cock in her ass and ground her buttocks into the young fucker’s groin. Spliff could feel Madeline’s sphincter tighten around his shaft and her anus spasm as she expressed all of his issue.

Leon let go of Madeline’s hair and pulled his cock from her mouth with an audible plop and she slipped her tongue out and lapped up the last of his seed from her lips. Spliff pulled out of her anus and a river of spunk dribbled from her stretched sphincter which slowly closed shut, trapping most of his creamy spend in her ass.

“Ok you young uns’. You’ve had your fun now let a man get to her,” Virgil growled.

He pushed the young men, still naked, out into the corridor and threw their clothes and boots out after them and slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Now let’s see what you do when a real man fucks you,” Virgil growled and Madeline looked at him very meekly.

Susan Solister and Victoria Eglin

“Did you study any history Victoria? What do know about the SARS-X Pandemic?” Susan perched her bottom on the edge of her desk, her face only a two feet from Victoria’s.

“All I know about SARS-X is that it is almost always lethal in women; something to do with women having two X chromosomes. A very small percentage of women have a chromosome abnormality that doesn’t affect them but makes them immune to SARS-X. They pass this abnormality onto their offspring, so their daughters are also immune,” Victoria offered.

“Check out the big brain on Brad,” Susan scoffed.

Victoria looked puzzled.

“It comes from a very, very old movie. Other than being repeatedly raped in the breeding chambers, there wasn’t much else to do in the Pussy Palace except watch old movies,” Susan shook the package of cigarettes at Victoria who took one.

“Then I realised that I was wasting what little life I had so I started doing some research to educate myself. I read about the previous pandemic which they called Covid-19,” Susan lit Victoria’s cigarette and began her dissertation.

“Way back in June 2020, as the first reports of long Covid began to filter through the medical community, doctors attempting to grapple with this mysterious malaise began to notice an unusual trend. While acute cases of Covid-19 tended to be mostly male and over 50, long Covid sufferers were, by contrast, both relatively young and overwhelmingly female,” Susan lit her own cigarette and continued.

“Once a Covid vaccine was developed and the world returned to normal no further research was conducted into why women were more susceptible to the virus. Mostly because men were in charge and it was women who had suffered.”

“Viruses rely on a host to survive and replicate. They invade the body of a human or an animal and bind with the host’s cells to allow their own genetic material or RNA to enter the cells. The host’s own cells read the genetic code and replicate it, making more of the virus. That new virus then leaves the cell in search of another host to infect.”

“Sometimes when that genetic code is being translated into proteins, a piece of the code gets changed. This is called a mutation, and they happen frequently. This is how SARS-X actually came into being but the spin doctors put out their own theories to hide their ineptitude.”

“When the SARS-X pandemic hit the initial reaction was: ‘here-we-go-again it’s Covid mark two’ and people were lackadaisical and complacent; they’d been through it before and were over the lock-downs, isolation and mask wearing. Then women started dying in their millions and it was too late to do anything about it,” but enough with the science lesson.

“With the female population decimated the whole world went crazy and looked for someone to blame. The Chinese were accused of being the root cause of SARS-X because Covid-19 had started in China. Then there were counter allegations blaming the US or Russia for developing the virus for military purposes and letting it escape.”

“Sabre rattling eventually gave way to a full-blown world war. Men died in their millions on the battlefields while their women died at home from SARS-X. Fingers hovered over buttons that would release strategic nuclear weapons but thankfully they were never pressed. Battlefield tactical nukes were employed however with devastating results.”

“With almost no women left in the world, there suddenly became no reason for nations to fight each other but governments toppled, society disintegrated and law and order ceased to exist. The world was left with only bitter, angry, lonely men who squabbled over the few remaining women and girls,” Susan’s eyes flashed with intensity as she told her story.

“In the US, the Federal Government fell and the individual states used their National Guards to try to instil law and order and quell the anarchy but the states began to feud and civil wars erupted. Then individual cities broke away from the states. With the world war over and the total breakdown of society and civilisation imminent, Justin Durden was astute enough to see how the future was going to pan out and he had his own vision for the future,” The sarcasm in Susan’s voice was evident.

“Because of his legacy we live in a safe place and we thrive. We trade with other cities and we have our breeding program. Michael Durden and his father before him have continued to nurture Justin Durden’s vision of hope,” Victoria Eglin choked on the propaganda that she espoused, but Victoria was not yet ready to reveal what she really knew.

“Your lover Pope Durden and his father and his grandfather before him ruled over a city using force and propaganda to repress and patronise the masses. The citizens of Durden City are content to be housed, clothed, fed and contribute to society so long as they are entertained and their carnal desires are met in the Breeding Chambers and Comfort Rooms,” Susan’s face flushed with disdain and turned ugly as she spat out her words.

Her dissertation continued.

“Justin Durden was a Colonel in the Texas Army National Guard whose men worshipped him and would do anything for him,” Susan’s eyes burned with hatred.

“At first with the Governor’s permission and then by his own volition he and his emphatically loyal National Guard regiment rounded up all the surviving women and girls both near and far, taking them by force if necessary. He justified this by stating that it was for their own safety during this period of anarchy where it was not unknown for organised gangs of men to snatch up women and girls, killing their husbands and fathers; keeping the women and girls to feed their own carnal desires as they roamed a country where law and order had disintegrated,” Susan butted out her cigarette and lit another.

“The way Michael Durden tells it, his grandfather was the saviour of the few remaining women that he collected. He and his men protected them when their husbands and fathers couldn’t,” Veronica countered.

“Huh!” Susan sneered.

“Three generations of Durden men have ruled what used to be Midland City with the help of their puppet Commission and the City Guard. Justin Durden changed the name of his regiment to the Durden City Guard and secured Midland City’s infrastructure and utilities whilst either removing, or in most cases, executing the roaming bands of brigands and scavengers. His men expelled anyone from the city who did not acquiesce to his bidding. They put a temporary wall around the city which was soon followed by a substantial concrete battlement,” Susan continued

“The citizenry were happy to toil on public works and live in a place where law and order and a modicum of sanity prevailed. Justin's militia forces roamed far and wide commandeering essentials for what was to become Durden City and of course any women and girls were rounded up and placed in ‘protective custody’. Then he and his cronies came up with idea of the Breeding Chambers,” Susan’s bitterness was emblazoned on her face.

“Then after a while Justin implemented the Comfort Girl program as soon as it became evident that his pool of women could not satisfy the appetites of the male population. At first some of the men were reluctant use the Comfort Girls but they soon became not just a necessity, they became an affordable luxury,” the sneer on Susan’s face displayed her disgust for Comfort Girls.

“Over a period of time other City States cropped up across the United States; Justin Durden was not the only man with a vision. When the time was right he resurrected the railway line in and out of Durden City and began to trade oil and petroleum for essential commodities with other cities,” Susan sighed.

The history lesson was over.

“It’s evident that you don’t like Michael Durden and you hate the way that Durden City is governed and administered. But why do you have an army of Revolutionaries who are trying to bring it down and why are you telling me all this?” Victoria asked, genuinely inquisitive.

“Because people need to know the truth!” Susan’s melancholy turned anger.

“I told you that I was different. Do you know what happens to breeders who are barren?” Susan glared at Victoria.

Victoria stiffened. She knew exactly what happened to the females who were incapable of breeding.

They still served in the breeding chambers. They were useless for breeding purposes but they can still pleasure men and the men who paid their credits to visit the breeding chambers didn’t know the difference and likely didn’t care. But the barren women had no respite. Breeders were given a year off once they became pregnant. They are pampered during their pregnancy and while they wean their babies and when they return to the chambers they were given contraceptives for the following year to allow them time to fully recover before they became pregnant again.

Infertile women are given no such respite and spend every day of their adult lives lying on the breeding platforms with their legs open; their only hiatus is when they are menstruating. It is a heartless, relentless existence because they were shunned by the fertile breeders and seen as inferior.

“But of course you know. You run the facility,” Susan tapped ash into an ashtray.

“Colonel Durden has sole authority over the Breeding Facility,” Victoria bristled.

“Of course he does. But you're his bitch. You run the facility on his behalf. You have oversight of the day to day operation. You know as much as he does. Hell; you probably know more,” Susan sneered.

“You know all his dirty little secrets. You know that fucker is selling girls for gold and that there will never be enough women to bring normality back to Durden City… whatever normality is,” Susan ground out her cigarette and rose from behind her desk and stood imposingly tall and straightened her blouse.

“My grandmother was one of infinitesimal few women who survived SARS-X. My grandfather kept my grandmother safe, hidden away from the militias and the packs of marauders who were looking for women but Justin Durden’s men found them. They killed my father and took my grandmother,” a single tear rolled down Susan’s face and she let it fall on the floor.

“They handed her over to the Commission who were in the process of setting up the breeding chambers and she was one of the very first Breeders,” Susan sighed.

“I never knew her of course, or my mother. You know how it works; children are taken away from their mothers as soon as they are weaned. No family bonds. As soon as I was found to be barren I was shunned by the females; even some of the Comfort Girls snubbed me. Those freaks had the cheek to shun me!” Susan shrieked.

“Is that why you hate Comfort Girls? Is that why you told your Major to kill Madeline?” Victoria asked delicately.

“It knows about this place. It knows about me; which means it knows too much! You are useful to me. It is not,” Victoria said dismissively, refusing to gender Madeline.

“That makes you just like the people in Durden City that you despise. You’ve ordered Madeline killed simply because you don’t like her kind. She has no control over who she is; she is as much a victim of her upbringing as you were,” Victoria tried to get Susan to see reason.

Harlan Cooter

The three City Guards entered the Comfort Palace, pushing their way past security and the long line of men awaiting their turn in the Comfort Rooms.

They broke into the waiting room and found Bethany and Brian who were chatting; Bethany behind her desk at the Trade table and Brian leaning over it flirting with her.

“Fuck off!” the guards pushed Brian away and leaned over the desk menacingly.

“What room is Harlan Cooter in?” the Sergeant growled.

Bethany tapped her keyboard.

“He’s in room six,” she replied demurely.

The guards stomped down the passageway to Comfort Room six and kicked open the door.

Harlan Cooter was buggering a Comfort Girl who had only just come of age. He was her first and he enjoying the look of shame and discomfort on her face. The girl was pretty and was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform: white blouse, little navy-blue pleated skirt, black holdup stockings and Mary Jane's, her hair in ponytails, her little titties on display because Harlan had ripped open her blouse.

His cock was buried in her tight rectum, a tube of lubricant lying on the bed beside her. Harlan lay on top of her, humping away. The girl might be feeling a little pain but her cock was hard and Harlan had been stroking it through her transparent pink nylon panties while he defiled her.

As a Commissioner, Harlan had unfettered access to the Breeding Chambers but he preferred the company of Comfort Girls and the younger the better. He liked to deflower them. It was a passion of his and as a senior member of the Commission, he made it his business to be informed when the latest batch of Comfort Girls had turned eighteen and were about to be released into the Comfort Rooms so he could take his pick.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Do you know who I am?” Harlan sneered at the three City Guards, his cock still buried in the young girl’s ass.

The Sergeant said nothing. He drew a blade and whipped it across Harlan’s throat. Blood sprayed from Harlan’s severed jugular, turning the Comfort Girl’s white blouse red. Her throat was cut before she could scream and the two of them lay together on the bed with their limbs entangled, soaking in their own blood.

On the way out the three City Guards took Brian and Bethany into her office and closed the door.

“Three Revolutionaries came in through the rear entrance and burst into the Comfort Palace and killed Commissioner Cooter and the girl he was banging. They made their escape the same way they came in. You hardly saw them; just the carnage they wreaked on the Commissioner and his girl. That’s all you know,” the Sergeant hissed.

The other two Guards had drawn their pistols and held them to Brian and Bethany’s head.

Brian and Bethany nodded their heads emphatically.

The three Guards left the way they had come in and drove away in their Humvee. The Sergeant pulled out his phone and called Pope Durden.

“It’s done,” he said and broke the connection.

“Who was that?” Silvia Cornish asked.

She was on her knees fellating Pope who was sitting on a couch in Victoria Eglin’s room.

“That fucking Harlan Cooter won’t be asking any more questions about my breeding program and complaining about the shortage of females any longer. Watch the news tonight and you’ll see. Now go back to doing what you do so well and when you’ve finished you can tell me more about Victoria and what she was up to before the Revolutionaries took her away,” Harlan leaned back on the sofa and guided Silvia’s pretty face back to his groin.

She took his manhood in her mouth and went back to suckling him. It wasn’t as good as eating pussy but she didn’t mind it. If she could make Pope cum he wouldn’t want to fuck her. Silvia’s pussy was still sore from her latest session in the Breeding Chambers.

Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning

Virgil pulled Madeline into his arms and gazed into her pretty face. Even with her makeup ruined and her hair dishevelled she was a true beauty. Her dress was splashed with drying semen, her lipstick was smeared around her lips because she had been sucking cock and she smelled of warm jism, a faint waft of the sewer and an undercurrent of the perfume she had worn to the studio, but it all served to excite Virgil rather than repel him.

He’d been with Comfort Girls many times when he was a City Guard before he had deserted and he was used to having to wait his turn but this was different. He’d let Leon and Spliff take their turn with Madeline first because the Major had given her to all three of them but Virgil knew that the two young uns’ were virgins and would slake their desires quickly. Virgil wanted to take his time with her.

He pulled Madeline into his arms and kissed her softly surprising her with his tenderness.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered into her ear and nuzzled the lobe.

Madeline felt dirty and detested herself for what she had done. In the Comfort Rooms it was different. The Trade paid their credit and she provided them with pleasure; it was her job, her purpose in being. But she had behaved like a slattern with the two young Revolutionaries in the faint hope that they might spare her and now she was going to do it again. She had sacrificed her dignity.

“I don’t feel beautiful in this cum-stained dress; I feel like a whore,” she tried to break free but Virgil held her close.

“I know what you’re doing and you don’t have to. There is no way I’m putting a bullet in you,” he whispered.

“The Commander ordered it,” Madeline stopped struggling but refused to look Virgil in the eye.

“She is a good woman. She will see reason,” Virgil lifted her chin and gazed into Madeline’s emerald-green eyes.

“And if she doesn’t?” Madeline whispered.

“I will save you,” Virgil smiled at her and Madeline couldn’t help but return his smile.

This time when he kissed her there was some passion in it and Madeline parted her bruised lips so that Virgil could use his tongue. The kiss was fervid but affectionate; there was a genuine spark between Madeline and Virgil and they both felt it.

“Let me take off this filthy dress,” Madeline wriggled free of Virgil and gripped the hem of her dress ready to pull it over her head.

“No. Let me. I like to unwrap my own presents,” Virgil smiled down at her and Madeline’s heart raced.

He was tall, lean, muscled and his skin was pale except for his tanned face and hands. His face was handsome in that craggy way that some men have and his face lit up when he smiled. Madeline found herself becoming attracted to him.

Virgil unzipped Madeline’s black mini cocktail dress and let it fall to the floor of the barrack room. She stood in her spiked high heels, dressed only in her shimmering taupe pantyhose with the flimsy red nylon panties worn over them, her generous breasts cupped by the matching brassiere.

Madeline had never been embarrassed by nudity or ashamed of her body before, in fact she was proud of the enhancements that had been done to it and the way she kept herself toned by regular exercise but for some reason she felt vulnerable in front of Virgil and she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and turned her knees inward and lowered her face.

Rather than taunting Madeline, it would be easy to tease a woman who was really nothing more than a whore, about being embarrassed by her nudity, Virgil thought she looked cute.

He stepped into her and kissed her softly, holding her by her shoulders, making no attempt to draw her to him. She let him kiss her and she felt the tenderness of it. Virgil could easily just throw Madeline on the bed and defile her if he chose to do so but he seemed to be genuinely captivated with her and she had to admit that she felt the same about him, even though she had only just met him.

She smiled a little when he kissed the tip of her nose and told her once again that she was beautiful.

She unfolded her arms and draped them around Virgil’s neck and kissed him, her body pressing into him ever so lightly. His cock brushed against her flimsy nylon panties and she felt the heat of it but Virgil made no attempt to press it into her. He was deliberately teasing himself, making himself wait until Madeline was ready for him.

Madeline opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into Virgil’s mouth and softly pressed her body against his toned flesh. Her nipples hardened as did her cock. She was thankful that it was tucked between her legs because she didn’t want to ruin the moment. Virgil placed his hands gently on Madeline’s hips and returned the kiss. She felt his cock bloat to full tumescence and press into her pubis, the head of it rubbing on her silky panties. She felt him groan in the back of his throat and he pulled her closer.

Madeline stepped into him and took his hand in hers and guided it to her breasts. He cupped her bosom, feeling the heft of one breast, then the other. Virgil knew that Madeline’s breasts and buttocks had been enhanced but it made no difference to him, he was enamoured by her perky bosom, her flat belly and trim waist, her pert buttocks and those long sexy legs. He guessed that Madeline was close to forty, very near his own age, but she had kept her body in very good condition and she was genuinely beautiful.

Virgil lowered his face to her bosom and suckled on her teats, allowing her flimsy brassiere to fall to the floor next to her dress. Madeline moaned when he suckled her nipples, gently nipping them with his teeth, then lapping at them with his tongue and finally taking them into his mouth and sucking on the engorged ripe red berries.

Rings of pleasure radiated from her breasts and Madeline purred and softly ran her fingers through Virgil’s hair and guided his lips from teat to teat. His cock was pressed against her belly and she could feel it pulsing and detect the little dribble of pre-ejaculate seeping from the eye.

She lifted Virgil’s face away from her breasts so that she could kiss him and this time the kiss was ferociously passionate, tongues intertwining, lips crushing, teeth gnashing as they held each other tight and kissed fervidly. Madeline snaked a hand between their bodies and brushed it against Virgil’s cock. The sleekness and heat of it excited her and she trapped it between her legs.

Virgil humped Madeline’s nylon-sheathed thighs; the feel of her glossy pantyhose on his sensitive cock was unbelievable. He gripped her panty-clad buttocks, digging his fingers into the flimsy red nylon panties and worked his penis against her legs.

Madeline delighted in the feel of Virgil’s engorged manhood pressing against her legs and she kissed him harder and shimmied her body against him. She adored the feel of his hard muscles pressed against her soft feminine flesh.

Virgil slipped his hand between their bodies and pushed his fingers inside her pantyhose where he found her cock, semi-erect, coiled between her legs. He freed it so that it lay flat against her belly inside her silky pantyhose and nylon panties.

Madeline was immediately embarrassed. She knew that some men, most men if she was honest, preferred not to acknowledge that she had a penis and preferred to think that they were making love to a real female.

Comfort Girls could be called by any feminine pronoun but never female. That privilege was bestowed only on cis women: the Breeders.

During the early days when the Breeding and Comfort Girl programs were in their infancy it was proposed that Comfort Girls be given ‘designer vaginas’ as well as breast and buttock enhancements but the Commission had baulked when the doctors told them that while breast and buttock augmentation surgery was reasonably simple to perform and cheap, vaginoplasty was very expensive, involving complicated surgery with a significant recovery period before the new vagina was useable and they bemoaned the drain on an already overloaded healthcare system.

“Why bother giving them cunts? So long as they look pretty you can just roll em over and fuck em up the ass while you diddle their titties,” was Justin Durden’s final say in the matter.

Vigil positioned her cock between their bodies so that it was pressing against Madeline’s penis through her pantyhose and began to grind as he kissed her. Ripples of intense pleasure emanated through their hard phalluses, stimulated by the warmth of their bodies and the silky, sensuous nylon. They both began to exude pre-seminal fluid and the front of Madeline's pantyhose became saturated with their viscous emissions.

Virgil eased Madeline down onto the bottom bunk and lay on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her nylon-sheathed claves on his flanks; feeling him shudder with the sensuality of it, gasping into her mouth around their fervent kisses. She clung to him; her arms around his neck, feeling his body melded to hers. Madeline had been with hundreds, possibly thousands of men in her lifetime but she had never felt this: she had never felt an emotional connection that she thought might even possibly be love.

She felt Virgil arch his back and realised that he was searching for her anus and she placed her hand down there and guided him to her puckered bud and mewled when he slowly entered her. Despite being recently fucked her anus was tight, but lubricated by the semen from those who had recently used her but Virgil gave that not a single thought.

He looked into Madeline’s face and saw the genuine emotion there, the grace, the dignity and more importantly he saw the adoration in her eyes and he smiled at her as he slowly began to fuck her, holding her tight so that he could feel her body against his as his engorged manhood slipped slowly in and out of her tight rectum.

She languidly scratched his back and grazed his flanks with her high heels, not to spur him on, but to enhance the pleasure he was feeling as he fucked her.

Virgil slipped his hand between their bodies and gripped Madeline's hard penis and squeezed it through her pantyhose and then he freed it from the nylon trap and began to stroke it.

“You don’t have to do that,” Madeline whispered, thinking that Virgil was doing something he didn’t really want to but thought he had to.

“Shut up my sweet,” Virgil whispered and kissed Madeline softly and then harder and then with all his passion as he began to thrust harder and faster in and out of her, stroking her cock in time with his thrusts.

Madeline was in sensory overload, feeling Virgil's lips on hers, his tongue on her tongue, his flesh on her flesh, his manhood in her anus, his fingers on her penis and finally his cock exploding deep inside her rectum. Her own cock erupted, her hot glutinous semen spattering Virgil's belly, then pooling in her belly button.

The lovers clung to each and shuddered, Madeline’s heels twitching and quavering in the air, her arms wrapped around Virgil’s body, crushing him to her as an incredible orgasm washed over her, feeling his iron-hard rod quiver deep inside her as his issue fill her rectum.

Virgil breathed in the scent of Madeline’s perfume and tasted her sweet breath as they kissed, he felt her breasts pressed against his muscled chest, her gossamer-clad legs scissoring against his tender flesh, her sphincter contracting around his bloated phallus as he pushed himself all the way inside her and exploded. It was bliss. It was heaven.

They lay in each other’s arms, not wanting the moment to pass; savouring it, denying the reality of the situation until Major Billy Brody began to pound on the barrack room door.

“Ok Benning; times up. You have your orders,” Billy shouted through the door.

“Yes sir, give me a little while please,” Virgil shouted back.

“Get it done sergeant!” Billy growled and stomped away.

“What now?” Madeline whispered; her fear evident.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to fix it or I’m going to leave Freetown and take you with me,” Virgil grunted as he dismounted and pulled on his pants.

“They’ll never let me go. I’ve seen too much and Susan hates me,” Madeline was crying; she had pulled the thin sheet up around her nearly naked body.

“Well first things first. You can’t wear those,” Virgil had put on his boots and he kicked out at Madeline's crumpled, semen-stained dress.

“Stay here. Keep the door locked until I return,” Virgil kissed Madeline quickly and made for the door.

Madeline leapt from the bunk and wrapped the sheet around her and locked the door behind him.

“Can we go again Sarge, we won’t take long,” Leon and Spliff were only partially dressed.

“You heard the Major. He told me to get it done, now you two stand guard outside here until I return and don’t let anybody go in there,” Virgil ordered.

“But she’s locked it from the inside,” Spliff whined.

“Yeah. Go figure that. Maybe she doesn't want to get raped again by your skinny ass,” Virgil retorted.

“It was hardly rape Sarge. She kinda liked it; you saw it,” Leon whined.

“She’s a fuckin’ Comfort Girl you moron. She’s programmed to pleasure men and she’s trying to save herself. You really think she enjoyed taking on you two peckerwoods?” Virgil tried to make light of it.

“Well either way I sure enjoyed it. It was my first and I want more,” Leon replied.

“Next raid into Durden City Leon; you can stop by the Comfort Palace. Now stand guard until I get back,” Virgil slapped Leon on the shoulder and strode quickly away.

Leon tried the door as soon as Virgil was out of sight but it was locked.

“Shit!” Leon kicked the wall but didn’t try to break down the door.

Virgil returned in little while carrying a knapsack, he knocked on the door and identified himself and Madeline let him in. She sat on the bunk with the sheet wrapped around her. He set down the knapsack and down looked at Madeline sitting forlornly on the bunk unsure of her fate.

“Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” Virgil said and leaned down and kissed her.

“That door leads into the ablutions. You can clean yourself up and I have some clean clothes that might fit you. They won’t be flattering but they are the best I could rustle up and in the smallest size I could find,” Virgil helped Madeline to her feet and led her through the door into the ablutions.

She clutched her purse and her clothing to her.

The ablutions comprised two porcelain urinals, two heads without doors on the stalls and two showers. Virgil produced a dopp kit and a clean bath towel from the knapsack. He locked the external door to the ablutions and left the door adjoining the small barrack room open but left Madeline to her own devices.

“The barrack room, ablutions and mess are provided for those standing watch in the operations room,” he explained to Madeline who on the other side of the wall stripping out of her panties and pantyhose.

Madeline realised that Virgil was making small talk to try to keep her mind off the reality of the situation and she smiled at his endeavours to do so as she sat on the head and relieved herself. She turned on the water in one of the shower stalls and ran it until it was as hot as she could stand it and used the soap in the dopp kit to lather herself up and wash her body and her face, trying to keep her hair as dry as possible without a shower cap.

She used the deodorant provided in the dopp kit and then looked at the clothing that Virgil had provided. It was a set of combat fatigues, well used but clean. The underpants were cotton briefs and she smiled to herself as she stepped into them. She had to use her own brassiere of course but it was still reasonably clean. She opened her purse and she took out the eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, foundation powder and lipstick that she had taken to the television station to touch up her makeup.

Madeline fixed her face and then doused herself in perfume. She struggled into the tight-fitting camouflage pants and shirt. They were cut for a man of course but they actually looked quite flattering on her because they were so tight. She had to leave the top two buttons of the shirt undone and her tuck was tight in the cotton briefs and polyester-cotton blend slacks.

She sat on the wooden bench adjacent to the showers and put on the thick woollen socks which helped her feet fit into the combat boots which she laced tightly. She brushed her hair and checked herself in the mirror. She was dressed similarly to how Susan Solister looked in the Commander’s office but she didn’t have the same bearing.

Madeline put on the combat jacket over her shirt and self-consciously crept back into barrack room carrying the knapsack into which she had stuffed her own clothes and her high heels.

Virgil couldn’t suppress a smile.

“You are one goddamned sexy trooper,” he smirked.

“Fuck off Sergeant Benning,” Madeline read Virgil’s last name off the linen name bar on his combat jacket.

“You only have to call me sergeant in front of the men. When we are alone you can call me Virgil,” Virgil joked and Madeline smiled.

“Now what?” Madeline's fear began to creep back.

She knew what the Commander had ordered her men to do: ‘take it into the Badlands and dispose of it’.

“Now comes the difficult part,” Madeline shouldered her purse while Virgil shouldered the knapsack.

He led her to door that opened onto the corridor.

“You two can take a hike,” Virgil said to Leon and Spliff.

“The Major told us to take her out into the Badlands and dispose of her,” Leon looked surprised to see Madeline dressed in combat fatigues.

“Take a hike I said,” Virgil barked.

“Hey, sure Sergeant, you can take out the trash. We already had our go,” Leon smirked and grasped his compadre by the shoulder and they sauntered away to the mess.

Virgil resisted the impulse to punch Leon in the face and instead led Madeline down the corridor to the Major's office.

Susan Solister and Victoria Eglin

“You got a mouth on you I’ll give you that. Why are you defending that tranny fuck toy?” Susan baited Victoria.

“She’s done nothing wrong. She was raised the way she was and she knows no different. Madeline was just in the wrong place at the wrong time when your men came to get me,” Victoria countered.

Susan Solister waited a beat and just looked Victoria Eglin up and down approvingly. Dressed in her red sheath dress with the side split to show off her legs, matching pumps and black fully-fashioned hold-up stockings Victoria looked attractive despite the manhandling she had endured. Her shoulder-length glossy black mane was tousled from being roughed-up and her makeup was messy but her brilliant green eyes still flashed sexily, enhanced by her smudged black eyeliner and mascara.

It was not unusual for the breeding women to form intimate relationships with each other; after all there was no intimacy, tenderness, attachment or affection in the breeding rooms. The practice was condoned by the overseers of the Breeding Facility providing the relationships did not affect the women’s willingness to breed. Victoria herself was in a lesbian relationship with Silvia Cornish and she could sense Susan Solister’s hunger and desire for her and she bristled.

“I haven’t eaten a pussy since I escaped Durden City; I’m surrounded by men who are loyal but I see how they look at me. Brody shares my bed because I like him and I trust him and he provides me with added security. No one is going to try to enter my bedroom with Brody lying beside me,” Susan said giving Victoria appreciative look.

“I reek! I’ve walked miles through underground sewers beside a river of shit, been dragged through the Badlands and my cunt is full of spunk from some stranger from The Mating Game but if you want to play scissor sisters or eat my pussy you are welcome,” Victoria said snarkily.

“I like it when Billy comes to me straight from battle, reeking of sweat, cordite and the blood of my enemies. I won’t let him wash until he’s made me come at least twice with that horse cock of his. A sweaty clunge full of a stranger’s jism sounds like an appetiser that I’m up for,” Susan spat back at her.

Victoria backed into the desk as Susan leaned into her and sniffed the hollow of her clavicle. Susan’s body was only inches from Victoria and their breathing suddenly became heavy. Susan raised her hand and Victoria flinched, expecting a blow but Susan caressed her cheek, softly drawing her fingertips and manicured red fingernails down Victoria’s cheek.

“You smell wonderful,” Susan took a deep breath and then she pressed her lips to Victoria’s.

Victoria stiffened and kept her mouth closed but she made no attempt to push Susan away and Susan took the gesture as tacit approval to continue. She would have liked to get Victoria out of that dress but this wasn’t the place or the time to do so, so instead she pressed her lips harder against Victoria’s and slipped her tongue into Victoria’s mouth while at the same time she slid her hand inside the slit of Victoria’s gown and caressed her thigh.

Victoria gasped as Susan’s sweet tongue invaded her mouth and Susan’s fingers caressed her thighs. Susan wasted no time, running her fingers up Victoria’s thigh like a spider climbing its orbed web, featherlight and deliberate. Victoria gasped again and Susan began to explore Victoria’s mouth with her tongue as her fingers drifted across her pudenda, tracing the outline of Victoria’s genitalia through her whispy almost transparent panties.

“You’re getting wet,” Susan broke the kiss and breathed heavily.

“You’re stoking my cunt; I’m only human,” Victoria looked up into Susan's deep blue eyes as Susan’s index finger split her open and found her vulva.

Victoria shuddered as a warm beatific sensation began to spread through her abdomen.

“This isn’t your first rodeo with a woman is it?” Susan smiled wickedly and pressed Susan’s panties deeper into her cleft and circled her finger.

The stench of vaginal secretions and stale semen wafted from Victoria's crotch.

Victoria thought of Silvia Cornish briefly and then looked Susan Solister right in the eyes, showing no fear. Instead she reached out and unbuckled Susan’s belt then unzipped her fly and tugged her fatigue pants down her thighs. Instead of the expected cotton briefs that she expected to find, her fingers found a pair of black satin panties. Victoria slipped her fingers inside Susan’s panties and pressed them against Susan’s loins. She smiled when Susan hissed.

Susan was wet too and her vaginal scent joined Victoria’s and both women inhaled each other’s essence.

“Not my first rodeo by any means,” Victoria whispered; her voice sultry and filled with lust.

Susan kissed Victoria with fully-fledged passion and their tongues intertwined as both women slid fingers inside each other’s labia searching for clitoral hoods. Locked together, their bodies shuddered as each of them found the other’s clitorises and began to circle the sensitive nubbins.

The women held each other in a passionate embrace, their lips locked together, tongues entwined as they explored each other’s genitalia, both being experienced in the joys of lesbian sex they knew exactly how to pleasure each other. When they were both sufficiently wet they each slipped a finger inside their vaginas and found that special place a little inside and at the top of their vaginal walls and pressed and stroked it whilst simultaneously circling their clitorises.

They would have taken their time in different circumstances but time and circumstance were not on their side and they began to work on each other’s delicate parts frenetically, moans of passion stifled by their locked lips and slithering tongues. Their nipples were erect and by some telepathic agreement they broke their kiss and Victoria frantically unbuttoned Susan’s shirt and found the black satin bra that matched her panties. She scooped Susan’s ripe beasts from the cups and lowered her mouth to the creamy lustrous flesh and the pink engorged nipple encircled by her brown areola.

Susan entangled her fingers in Victoria’s hair and pressed Victoria’s face to her bosom as Victoria suckled on Susan's engorged teat. At the same time Victoria circled Susan’s clitoris and pressed her finger on Susan’s g-spot until Susan threw back her head and cried out in shameless lust as her orgasm erupted. She shook all the way down to her boots as Victoria slavered at her breast and fluttered a finger on Susan's clit whilst two of her fingers stabbed at Susan’s clunge.

Whilst her orgasm was still raging Susan pushed Victoria’s head out of her bosom and she pulled open the V-neck of Vitoria’s gown, scooped her breasts from her bra and mashed her mouth on the creamy mounds, nibbling a nipple whilst sucking on it with her lips. She drove her fingers into Victoria’s cunt and pressed her thumb on Victoria’s clitoris, circling it until Victoria also cried out as her legs failed her and she fell back against the desk as an explosive climax shook her body.

The two women kissed again, fingers less frenetic, softly caressing the warm wet folds of each other’s sexes as their orgasms plateaued and then began to slowly fade to a soft pleasurable warmth.

When they were done Susan pushed herself away from Victoria and stuffed her breasts back into her bra, wrestled it back into place and buttoned her blouse. She pulled up her pants, zipped up her fly and buckled her belt. Victoria eased the gusset of her panties back into place and eased her breasts back into the cups of bra and adjusted the neckline of her gown.

Susan walked over to a small wall-mounted mirror and fixed her lipstick and brushed her hair. She tossed the lipstick to Victoria.

“Here, fix your face,” she said curtly.

“I have my own,” Victoria tossed the lipstick back at Susan and rummaged in her purse for own lipstick and travel brush.

Victoria did the best she could with the cosmetics in her purse and the small hair brush. She figured she looked presentable but a woman who knew about such things would tell that she just been well and truly banged. Her face was still flushed; her breathing still a little heavy and her bosom was rubicund and heaving.

“What now?” Victoria asked, still a little breathless.

There was a loud rapping at the door and Susan held up a finger.

“Hold that thought,” she said and opened the door to her office.

Major William ‘Billy’ Brody stood there with Sergeant Virgil Benning and Madeline Smith. Billy looked bemused and Susan guessed that there was trouble brewing.

“Why is that still in Freetown and why is she wearing that uniform?” Susan pointed at Madeline.

“May we enter ma'am? Sergeant Benning has something to say,” Billy had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“By all means come in. Sergeant Benning can explain to me why that isn’t a corpse being picked over by dogs in the Badlands,” Susan turned her back on the assembly and reached for her cigarettes.

She lit one and tossed the package to Victoria and gave Virgil a ‘please explain’ stare.

“Well?” Susan put her hands on her hips demanding an answer.

“I’ve dressed Miss Smith in a spare uniform because the clothing she was wearing is not suitable to wear ma'am,” Virgil said reverently.

“Ok, but you and your men have had your fun with her so why is she still here?” Susan glared at Virgil.

It was not lost on Virgil, Madeline and Victoria that Susan had referred to Madeline as her for the first time.

“I can’t do it ma'am. She’s done nothing wrong and as far as I can tell she’s a good person,” Virgil said.

“And you found this out while she was sucking your cock or while you were buggering her,” Susan said acidly and both Madeline and Virgil squirmed.

“Madeline can be useful. She knows things about Durden City that can assist our intelligence team. She’s fit and healthy so she won’t be a burden,” Virgil continued.

“What do I do if I keep you? Do I put you in your own little Comfort Palace so my men can squabble over you,” Susan addressed Madeline directly for the first time.

“No Susan. Those days are over for me but I’ll do whatever else is needed. Virgil has told me that everyone has to pull their weight in Freetown and I’m willing to do so,” Madeline replied defiantly.

“Doing what? Doing the laundry, cooking and cleaning? You want to be Sergeant Benning's housewife?” Susan chuckled.

“I’ll find suitable employment for her ma'am. If you disagree with my proposal I’m happy to leave Freetown with Madeline and take my chances in the Badlands,” Virgil interjected.

“You won’t last a week out there in the Badlands. The scum out there will kill you and take everything you possess, including her and you know what they’ll do to her,” Billy Brody objected.

“Or I could just have you both taken out there and executed, save you both from a terrible fate,” Susan scoffed.

“If I may offer something?” Victoria interposed.

All eyes were suddenly on Victoria Eglin.

“You brought me here for a reason. You took considerable risk to have me kidnapped so you must have a purpose for me. Whatever that may be. I will cooperate if you grant Madeline sanctuary,” Victoria said resolutely.

“Jesus!” Susan put her head in her hands but she was smiling.

She looked up and studied Madeline closely.

“If you're going to wear that uniform you better earn it. Sergeant Benning, she’s all yours but you better make sure she’s useful and I don’t want any problems with the rest of the men,” Susan sighed resignedly.

“With all due respect ma'am, you are the only woman in Freetown but the men respect you and have never behaved inappropriately in your presence,” Virgil replied, standing at respectful attention.

Susan looked knowingly at Billy Brody who gave her a wan smile.

“Just make sure she earns her keep and keep her out of my way,” Susan dismissed Virgil and Madeline and closed the door behind them.

“What a fucking conundrum that is. I hope I don’t live to regret my decision. Keep an eye on them both Major and make sure discipline is maintained, I don’t want the men fighting over her,” Susan dropped down into the seat behind her desk.

“Sergeant Benning is my best NCO Susan. I’m sure he’ll make a good fist of it,” Billy reverted to using Commander Solister's first name now that the door was closed.

“Ok, Victoria take a seat and I’ll tell you why I had Major Brody bring you here,” Susan pushed a button on the intercom and ordered coffee for everyone.

To be continued

Pope Durden

Pope Durden had a beatific smile on his face. He was standing in the vault at his private estate, the City Commissioner’s Residence, surveying the rows of gold. The opulence of the yellow precious metal caused him to become concupiscent. No breeder, no matter how pretty, could arouse him as much as the splendour of those stacked bars.

Of course it was because of pretty breeders that he had his pile of gold.

Other city states had risen from the ashes of the SARS X pandemic which was the catalyst for World War Three and the civil wars that followed and finally the total breakdown of civilisation. Most of them squandered their most valuable resource: women and girls. With only one percent of women surviving the SARS X pandemic they were a scarce and valuable commodity but men are men and their appetites are ravenous.

In most of the cities that sprang up out of the chaos, those men who were the strongest or established themselves as leaders kept the few remaining women to themselves. The women were fought over; squabbles and outright wars were contested over their ownership. The result usually being that the women were kept as chattels by individuals or shared amongst the powerful few who soon exhausted them by overuse.

Justin Durden however had the foresight to develop the breeding program with the view to eventually bringing Durden City’s population back to an equilibrium between the sexes and he had the ingenuity to devise the Comfort Girl program to keep the male population sated sexually until there was a big enough pool of women to integrate them back into society.

When Justin’s son, Steven Durden, inherited his father’s title as City Commissioner he had already decided that women and girls were too valuable a resource to be shared with the masses. He’d already engaged with his counterparts in the other city states who were eager to purchase women and girls.

By the time Michael Durden inherited his father’s title the illegal trade in women was already well established but Michael optimised the trade and ensured that it was kept secret. He increased the number of Comfort Girls and lowered the price of their services to make them freely available. He pressured his Commissioner for communications and entertainment to create content that would appeal to a population that was almost exclusively male. Bloodbaths like ‘Gladiators – Fight to the Death’ and ‘Death Race’ appealed to their masculine competitiveness and their predilection for violence and shows like ‘The Mating Game’ and ‘Bang Her - Rate Her’ appealed to their lasciviousness.

Sex and violence kept the population placated.

He was such a successful City Commissioner that someone had once commented that Michael was more powerful than the Pope had ever been and the nickname ‘Pope’ stuck and Michael condoned and encouraged its use.

Pope was living on easy street; the only pain in his ass was the constant raids by the so called Revolutionaries. The few Revolutionaries that had been taken alive had refused to talk despite the torture and his City Guard scouts had failed to locate their base; that is if they even had one. The citizens of Durden City were told that the Revolutionaries were just a bunch of semi-organised rabble roaming the Badlands but Pope suspected otherwise.

Now they had pulled off their most audacious raid yet. They had raided the television studio at the Visual and Audio Streaming Complex and killed a number of City Guards and that pompous ass Mike Melody and taken Pope’s paramour Victoria Eglin and some nearly washed up Comfort Girl. Pope would like to think that the raid was opportunist; that the Revolutionaries aim was to disrupt communications and take down the streaming services for a while. That on finding Victoria and the Comfort Girl, the Revolutionaries had considered their selves lucky and took the women with them as prizes.

But Pope didn't believe in coincidences. He couldn't give a flying fuck about the Comfort Girl; the Revolutionaries could fuck her brains out and dump her in the Badlands as far he was concerned; they could always make more Comfort Girls. They could rape Victoria to their heats content too. She was past breeding age and although he enjoyed her company, there plenty of other breeders to choose from and Silvia Cornish would make an ideal replacement for Victoria both in bed and as co- conspirator in his illegal enterprises.

But Victoria knew all about Pope’s illegal activities, trading girls for gold. If word got out, no amount of adoration by the populous and loyalty from the Commission would prevent the people of the city rising up and stringing him up by his neck. Pope promised his people that one day there would be a woman for every man. That day might not come soon but it would come. But if the citizens found out that that day would never come because he was selling girls for gold, the populous would tear him apart; not even his Praetorian Guard could save him.

Pope closed and locked his vault, put on his dress uniform and gold sash and went outside his mansion where his escort awaited to take him to the Commission meeting. He returned the salute as his driver opened the door to his armoured limousine and climbed into it, then he checked for messages on his phone. Today the City Commissioner attend the meeting as Colonel Durden, Commander of the City Guard and he would assure the Commission that revenge would be enacted on those who had the audacity to attack, kill and kidnap the citizens of Durden City.

Pope would also offer his condolences and vow to take revenge for the assassination of fellow Commissioner and good friend Harlan Cooter. He smiled at the duplicity and hypocrisy of such a vow. His smile widened as he realised that shutting up Harlan Cooter for good could not have come at a more convenient time: Cooter’s assassination was easily blamed on the Revolutionaries and Harlan would no longer be asking inconvenient questions about the progress of the breeding program.

As the convoy sped away from the City Commissioner's residence towards the centre of Durden City, Pope Durden sipped mineral water and revised his address to the Commission.

Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning

Virgil led Madeline back out through the ops centre, along the underground corridor and up into the fresh air of Freetown. Every man they passed did a double-take and stared at Madeline. Their Commander was a woman, a true female, and now they were confronted with another woman wearing a trooper’s uniform.

“What am I going to do with you?” Virgil finally broke the silence when they stopped outside the large mess hall, the sound of muffled gunfire coming from the distance.

“I think I know,” Madeline gave him a cheeky grin.

“Besides that I mean. I told the Commander that you would earn your keep. You heard what she said: If you're going to wear that uniform you better earn it,” Virgil quoted Susan.

“I do look pretty good in it don’t I?” Madeline smiled cheekily.

“So I had better earn it hadn't I. What’s that noise?” she asked pointing with her chin to where the noise of the gunfire was coming from.

“Some of the troopers are conducting weapons practice,” Virgil answered.

Madeline pointed at Virgil’s sidearm.

“How hard is it to use one of those things?” Madeline asked.

“Not hard at all. You simply point it at the thing you want to shoot and then you pull the trigger,” Virgil smiled at her roguishly.

“All right. Let’s go do that then,” Madeline said matter-of-factly.

“You're joking,” Virgil scoffed.

“I’m not washing dishes, I’m not doing laundry and my Comfort Girl days are over. So I guess I’m going to be a trooper now,” Madeline dropped her rucksack and put her hands on her hips.

“Don’t you want to see your quarters and change into something else?” Virgil countered.

“No, because I’m guessing that once you get me into your quarters and I start getting changed you're going to get ideas and that will be that for the evening. Take me to the range, teach me how to shoot that thing and afterwards I’ll change into something nice and teach you a thing or two,” Madeline gripped the front of his combat jacket and pulled Virgil in close.

He tried to kiss her and she pushed him away. She was stronger than she looked; her regular exercise routine had forged hard muscle under those feminine curves.

“We do that after. Let’s go,” she leaned down and picked up the rucksack and strode off in the dust towards the sounds of gunfire.

Virgil admired her ass in the tight-fitting dungarees for a while and then he followed her. He caught up with her and began to explain range safety and etiquette to her.

Madeline surprised both herself and Virgil when she displayed proficiency with the SIG Sauer M17 pistol, and although not as proficient, she was also handy with the M4 carbine.

“Shooting targets doesn’t make you a soldier Madeline,” Virgil cautioned.

“I didn’t say it did but it’s a start, now where are these quarters?” Madeline asked brushing dust off her combat uniform.

“Let’s drop by the store and see if they have any more uniforms in your size. You can’t keep wearing that,” Virgil countered.

“And I can hardly wear the clothes I was wearing when you brought me here,” Madeline added.

“I actually have an idea about that but let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Virgil grinned at Madeline and led her to the equivalent of Freetown’s Post Exchange.

As much as he would have liked to do so Virgil did not show Madeline any public displays of affection. He was well aware of what the Commander had inferred about the other troopers becoming jealous. He did have to order some of the men to back off when they realised that Madeline was a woman under those combat fatigues but the men were more curious than they were threatening.

In the Post Exchange they found a mishmash of Army Combat Uniform, some scrounged from army surplus stores but many items were patched and repaired uniforms taken from City Guards killed in battle. Madeline realised that the Revolutionaries were involved in more action with City Guards than just the skirmishes within Durden City that made the news.

They managed to put together four complete uniforms, a set of combat webbing and another pair of boots then Virgil took Madeline to the armoury where he issued her a SIG Sauer M17 and an M4 carbine and ammunition for both.

“Become familiar with carrying and caring for those weapons. I’ll teach you how to disassemble, clean and reassemble them. We wear sidearms inside Freetown. We keep our rifles handy but only usually carry them outside the compound. If the City Guard ever find this place we are likely to be attacked with little notice,” Virgil explained.

He took Madeline back to his quarters. The Freetown troopers lived in barracks comprising ISO containers arranged in long lines with a dirt road between them. Stacked three high, the upper intermodal containers were accessed by steel stairs welded to the side. Officers and NCOs had their own containers; troopers shared their quarters two to a container.

Madeline was surprised when she entered the Virgil’s quarters through a door cut into the metal side. The floor and walls were lined with marine grade plywood and there were some throw rugs scattered around and prints mounted on the wall in an attempt to make the place appear homely. Power and running water were supplied but the wiring was rudimentary as was the ventilation but at least the water was warm. A modular shower and sink were rigged in one corner and double bed with a single side table was pushed into the other. Mismatched furniture provided some basic comfort.

“We scavenge what we can from the Badlands and in Odessa,” Virgil explained.

“Most of the stores were picked clean after the civil war but sometimes there are a few treasures to be found,” Virgil put their weapons in a rack near the door and began removing his webbing and uniform.

“I’m going to take a shower but you can go first,” he nodded at the shower stall.

“Ok, but where do I go to the toilet?” Madeline asked.

“Well that might be a problem. There are latrines, well I guess they are porta potties really, located at the end of each barrack line,” Virgil shrugged his shoulders.

“Well I need to go,” Madeline stood, feet apart with her hands on her hips, a little defiantly.

“Word will have gotten out by now that you are here. Major Brody will have made it clear to the men that there will be dire consequences if any of them touch you,” Virgil shrugged.

“Except for Leon and Spliff who fucked me in the ops centre barracks,” Madeline spat, her anger returning.

“That was then. This is now and it beats the alternative. You need to get over it,” Virgil shrugged his shoulders again.

Madeline stormed off and found the line of latrines and did her business. She was stared at but no one gave her grief. She returned to find Virgil freshly showered and wearing a towel. He threw another towel at her.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he grinned at her and Madeline couldn’t help but smile back at him.

She stripped down to her cotton briefs and slipped into the shower, covering her genitals with her hand but Virgil had deliberately turned away. She soaped away the grim from the range, rinsed and put on fresh cotton briefs and pyjamas, courtesy of the Post Exchange. She brushed her teeth and was suddenly exhausted.

She fell on the bed and was asleep in seconds.

Virgil was kind of grateful. Despite Madeline’s promise of more sex he was bushed too. He climbed onto the bed, turned his back to Madeline and was soon asleep. Sometime during the night Madeline rolled over and snuggled up to him. It was the first time for both of them that had actually slept with another person and it was comforting.

Susan Solister and Billy Brody

The Commander didn’t live in a shipping container. When Susan Solister had founded Freetown the Troopers had built her a prefabricated two bedroom cottage in the middle of Freetown and even put in a small garden and installed a white picket fence around it.

Their enemies in Durden City called them Revolutionaries but they called themselves freedom fighters. The majority of the residents of Freetown were soldiers and referred to themselves as Troopers. When Susan Solister became their Commander she protested when the men began to build her the cottage telling Billy Brody, her second in command, that she wanted to live just like the troops she commanded; she didn’t want any luxuries.

Billy told Susan that a commander didn’t live with the troops. He went on to explain that command is a solitary commission. There will always be trusted advisors but in the end the men wanted a leader; someone to look up to and that person should always stand apart from the men they commanded. Brody called it the loneliness of command: being ultimately responsible for everything and everyone in Freetown, responsible for every strategic decision, responsible for their victories and their defeats.

So Susan reluctantly agreed to live in the Commander’s quarters. There was also the reality that she was the only woman in Freetown and although she demanded and received respect from the Troopers she commanded, she needed to acknowledge that temptation can sometimes overcome propriety. It was well known in Freetown that Billy Brody shared Susan’s bed but in public he was her loyal second in command and even had his own quarters nearby.

Victoria Eglin had been installed in those quarters comprising two ISO containers joined together which included such luxuries as an ensuite bathroom and hot water. Two armed guards stood outside Billy’s quarters whilst inside Victoria showered and dressed for dinner. Susan had loaned her some clothes and some makeup.

Meanwhile in the bathroom of the Commander’s cottage, Susan Solister leaned over the vanity so that she could see better as she applied her mascara. She was freshly showered dressed in sheer-to-the-waist flesh-toned pantyhose with black high-waisted, seamless, nylon panties over them, hugging her pert buttocks. Her small breasts were cupped in a matching bra; her feet shod in white four-inch pumps. The green satin dress she would wear to dinner was laid out on the bed, ready to slip into.

Billy Brody, naked except for a towel around his waist, stood beside her finishing his shave, looking in the same mirror that Susan was using to put on her makeup.

“Can we trust her?” Billy asked, running the blade across the remaining lather on his neck.

“I think we can,” Susan didn’t look at him; she was trying to get her lashes perfect.

“She’s Pope Durden’s whore,” Billy rinsed the razor under the hot tap.

“Reluctantly. Victoria hates him,” Susan replied.

“So she says but she fucks him,” Billy put down the razor and turned to face Susan.

“You fuck me but you still do what you're told when I tell you to,” Susan smiled into the mirror.

“Because I respect you as a leader,” Billy replied curtly.

“And?” Susan deliberately leaned over closer to the mirror so that her ass stuck out and she wriggled it seductively just a little.

“And, I love you as a woman,” Billy replied, his voice thick and guttural.

He dropped his towel and moved in behind Susan Solister and nestled his burgeoning erection in her ass crack, rubbing it against her panty-clad buttocks.

“Stop that! We have guests for dinner,” Susan flailed at Billy’s goin and sounded annoyed.

“Is that an order ma’am?” Billy slipped his now fully tumescent cock between Susan’s legs and pressed it into her pudenda.

He smiled when she gasped.

“We've no time for this Billy,” Susan hissed.

The hiss was one of exasperation but also because Billy’s glans had pushed the silky fabric of Susan’s panties and pantyhose into her cleft. The fabric moulded to the shape of her clunge and her labia opened and Billy began to grind his cock against her clitoris and she couldn’t deny that it felt wonderful.

Billy rested his hands on Susan’s hips and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet delighting in the feel of Susan’s pubis rubbing against his cock, her pantyhose and panties making an indistinct hissing sound as they rubbed together. The feeling of the gossamer garments on his turgid flesh was like angel’s wings fluttering against a translucent veil.

“Billy!” Susan barked, her voice was hoarse, not with anger but with lust.

Billy pushed harder and pulled Susan’s perky buttocks into his groin, grinding his throbbing cock into her sex. He could feel the moisture seeping into her gauzy panties as her vaginal secretions began to flow. Susan might be complaining verbally but she was pushing back against him and gyrating her buttocks.

“Jesus! Hurry up!” Susan’s clitoris was diffusing little sparklets of pleasure that were beginning to coalesce and become a constant glowing ball of intense bliss.

The pressure of Billy’s penis chafing her sex through her intimate garments caused her vagina to ache, invoking the need to feel his stallion-like cock inside her.

She reached around and snagged a red manicured fingernail in the crotch of her pantyhose and eased aside the gusset of her panties and guided Billy’s hard phallus inside the hole in her pantyhose and nestled the crown of his manhood in her labia.

Billy pushed forward slowly; biting his lip in an effort not to orgasm as Susan’s tight, moist, warm quim enveloped his cock. Susan tottered on her heels and her knees buckled as Billy’s huge rampant penis entered her, filling her and bloating her vagina, invoking a powerful orgasm.

She gasped as Billy held her tightly by her hips and gyrated against her as his mammoth cock juddered inside her releasing his seed.

Billy felt Susan’s quim clutch at his member and express his essence from his quivering penis. He held her upright, pressed against the vanity, driving his huge cock all the way inside her as Susan shuddered like an impaled gazelle, her long legs shaking, her buttocks quivering as a huge climax overwhelmed her senses.

He held her tight and leaned down and nuzzled her neck, whispering endearments as his cock disgorged his seed inside her, clutching her like a stallion mounting a mare. Susan found his endearments charming and heart-warming but she was whispering a stream of expletives because her orgasm was so powerful. It aways amazed her that Billy could ignite her passion and bring her to extremis almost instantly whilst at other times he would torture her for hours, bring her to the edge of a blissful climax and then back off and start all over again.

Billy held onto Susan, supporting her, his head resting on her shoulder until she regained her composure.

Susan reached out and snatched a handful of tissues from the decorative box on the vanity and put her hand between her legs and wriggled her bottom, signalling Billy to pull out of her. He did so slowly and as the head of his penis slipped free of her clunge Susan thrust the tissues into the open fissure to stem the flood of semen and vaginal secretions.

She snatched another handful of tissues and mopped up the remaining juices, dabbing at the milky droplets that clung to the outside of her shaven mound.

“I have no time to change my nylons and panties,” Susan whined when someone knocked discreetly on the front door.

“You animal,” Susan brushed past Billy and pushed him playfully in the chest and reached for her dress.

“You slattern,” Billy flippantly tapped Susan’s ass.

“Zip me and get dressed!” she hissed as she stepped into her dress.

The garment was low-cut, the hem cut just above her knees, the green satin complimenting her flaming red hair. Billy zipped up the back of the dress and Susan strode off, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor as she made her way to the door. She closed the bedroom door behind her. Billy dressed quickly in a dark lounge suit and came out to find three of his Troop Captains and Victoria Eglin clutching champagne flutes and talking animatedly with Susan.

He excused himself for being late and picking up a glass from the silver tray held by a steward, he joined the small assembly.

They sat at Susan’s dining table and dined on juicy steaks and fresh vegetables while one of the younger Captains regaled the diners with the tale of how he had led a raiding party that had attacked a train bound for Durden City from Abilene. Derailing it and loading as much of the contents of the freezer and refrigerated freight cars into their trucks once they had taken care of the soldiers guarding the train.

“We prey on Durden City’s supply routes to survive,” Susan explained to Victoria.

“They don’t stick to a timetable in order to make it harder for us to plan our raids and sometimes the goods are too heavily guarded for us to attack them but we make do,” Billy added.

“None of this is reported in Durden City. The citizens believe that the Revolutionaries are a nomadic disorganised rabble roaming the Badlands and making mostly fruitless forays into Durden City and the surrounding areas,” Victoria stated.

“The citizens of Durden City only know what Pope Durden deems to tell them. As you know he rules the Commission with an iron fist and has the unfaltering loyalty of the City Guard and he controls all the entertainment and information services,” Susan poured more wine.

“His lies actually assist us in some ways. When the citizens of Durden City finally find out the truth and Michael Durden’s evil is exposed, the populous is likely to rise up and denounce him and his Commission. The biggest lie he propagates is of course about the success of the breeding program,” Susan tried her hardest to remain stoic.

“Do you know that he had Commissioner Cooter assassinated recently. He blamed us of course,” Susan waved at her troopers seated at the table.

“Pope always complained about Harlan Cooter questioning him about the breeding program and the continued shortage of female offspring. I guess it doesn’t surprise me,” Victoria felt sorry for Harlan but she knew that he was no angel.

Harlan had a predisposition towards Comfort Girls but he also took his pleasures in the breeding chambers when it suited him.

The dinner was brought to conclusion after dessert was served with the women smoking cigarettes and the men smoking cigars out on the porch while they drank coffee. The Troop Captains were delighted to have been in the company of two beautiful women and would regale their subordinates the next day and make them a little jealous.

Susan, Billy and Victoria went back inside and sat in Susan’s living room drinking brandy while the stewards cleared away the dining room and the porch and then left.

“The information you have provided me about how Michael Durden and his trusted agents appropriate females and smuggle them out of the city and the lengths he goes to cover his subterfuge in invaluable but really only confirms what we have long suspected,” Susan stared at Victoria with passion in her eyes.

“But I need you to go back and work for me,” Susan took Victoria’s hand in hers.

“You have convinced me that you have no love for Michael Durden and that you cooperated with him only to survive as best you could,” Susan continued.

“I have to trust you Victoria. Even though you were blindfolded when you came here to Freetown you know too much about us for me not have absolute faith in your honesty and integrity. If you betray me, I will be heartbroken but make no assumption to contrary; I will kill you,” she squeezed Victoria’s hand.

“You can trust me. What do you want me to do and when am I going back?” Victoria returned the impassioned squeeze.

“Tomorrow. We are going to propose a hostage exchange,” Susan said unemotionally.

“Come, spend the night with me,” Susan rose and took Victoria's hand in hers.

Billy Brody stood and made to leave.

“Where are you going?” Susan asked him demurely.

“To my quarters I guess because Victoria is staying here tonight,” Billy was nothing if not pragmatic.

“Join us,” Susan held out her other hand to Billy who took it.

The three of them walked into Susan’s bedroom hand in hand and closed the door.

Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning

Virgil drove the Humvee with precision, hardly decelerating around tight corners, squeezing between overturned vehicles with inches to spare on either side, speeding into blind alleys where Madeline was sure he was going to crash head-on into a wall and then swerving down an unseen turnoff seconds before they hit it. Never slowing down, working the steering wheel and the gears like a virtuoso, his eyes locked on the road, his foot planted on the gas.

“We call them rat-runs. We’ve mapped all the roads around this area and know where all the obstacles are and how to get around them. In some cases we’ve created passageways through the wrecks and rubble by removing obstacles or placing others in the way,” Virgil took a hairpin turn between an overturned semitrailer and a wrecked motorhome without taking his foot off the gas.

“It’s how we outrun and lose and confuse the City Guard and part of the reason they have never found Freetown. The truth is the Guards don’t like driving outside of the kill zone around Durden City except for where they’ve cleared the highway,” Virgil explained.

“We never slow down unless absolutely necessary, not only when the City Guards are in pursuit but also to keep the scavengers away from us. The scavengers are actually a disorganised rabble living on whatever they can find and are usually loners but some of them have formed gangs and have weapons,” the Humvee clipped the edge of a concrete abutment as Virgil drove down an exit ramp at eighty miles an hour.

“You can deduct a point for that,” Virgil smiled but he kept his eyes on the road.

Virgil had awakened Madeline and escorted her to the latrine and then back to his quarters to shower and dress. Even dressed in ACU and combat boots, with her hair up it was obvious that she was a woman. Her bubble-butt and perky breasts were accentuated by the tight fitting uniform rather than being camouflaged by it.

They’d eaten breakfast in the mess, most of the men staring at her. A couple had overcome their bashfulness and came over and introduced themselves. Virgil had paid Leon and Spliff a visit at sunrise in their quarters and explained in great detail what he was going to do to them if they opened their mouths about what had happened in the ops centre barrack room. It involved a razor-sharp skinning knife, their tongues and their penises and both Leon and Spliff got the message.

Madeline was used to being ogled and gawped at in the Comfort Palace and in the streets when she went out shopping in Durden City with other Comfort Girls accompanied by their armed escort. It didn’t really concern her. She was a product of the system, raised to provide men with pleasure and fulfil their desires. But these men were different. Their eyes still lingered on her ass, her breasts and her pretty face but they showed her a grudging respect, even a little camaraderie.

Major William Brody had got the word out through his Troop Captains that Madeline was to be shown respect and for the men to keep their hands off her. Also word had gotten around that they had a fledgling female Trooper in their midst and of her proficiency at the firing range. All of the Troopers had come from somewhere: some were scavengers who had sought refuge and been deemed suitable to join the freedom fighters, some were deserters from Durden City who had had enough of the Committee’s stranglehold, some were drifters and loners who had been drawn to Freetown from other city states.

They all had that in common and it was a bond that created a camaraderie and loyalty that hardly existed elsewhere except perhaps once in the Foreign Legion. Their leader was a woman who they respected and admired so why not accept this Comfort Girl for who she was and see if she if she could make the grade. They all knew when they joined the Troopers that if they didn’t make the grade what the consequences would be. Their exact location, their organisation and the layout of Freetown was a closely guarded secret that could never be allowed to fall into the hands of the Durden City Guard or any of the other city-states.

After breakfast Virgil had taken Madeline back to the range to practice with her weapons some more and then he’d led her to the motor pool.

“I gotta say you fill out those camouflage pants better than anyone else except maybe the Commander but we need to get you some other clothing and, ahem, essentials that we don’t have in Freetown except at Commander Solister’s cottage and I doubt that she’s going to share them with you,” Virgil said as he signed out a Humvee.

“Virgil… you’re just confusing me,” Madeline said.

“I’m taking you shopping,” Virgil had a shit-eating grin on his face that Madeline found hard not to love.

“Get in, buckle up and keep your firearms handy but don’t shoot anything unless I tell you to and for fuck sake don’t shoot me,” Virgil’s grin widened and Madeline stuck out her tongue at him.

“You're such a girl sometimes,” he whined.

“Yeah I know and you love it,” Madeline gave him an impish grin and climbed into the vehicle.

Virgil finally pulled the Humvee up outside of a shopping mall entrance. The parking lot was full of abandoned vehicles, some rusted, some burnt-out and many riddled with bullet holes. At some stage someone had tried to barricade the entrance doors and the windows but all had been for naught. The main doors to the centre were wide open, most of the curbside display windows were either broken or the window panes had been removed.

“Where are we?” Madeline asked.

“This is Music City Mall in what used to be Odessa Texas. Justin Durden was originally going to establish Durden City here in Odessa but he figured out that it would easier to defend Midland,” Virgil explained.

“This place has pretty well been picked over. There’s no food here and almost anything of value was stolen long ago,” Virgil commented as he checked his weapons.

“Then why bring me here?” Madeline asked.

“How many females survived the SARS-X pandemic?” Virgil shut down the engine.

“Less than one percent I believe,” Madeline followed Virgil’s lead and checked her weapons.

“So guess what hasn’t been pillaged and plundered?” Virgil climbed out of the Humvee and motioned for Madeline to do the same.

“Women’s stuff?” Madeline countered.

“Exactly; women’s stuff,” Virgil gave Madeline a know-it-all smile.

“I doubt we will encounter any scavengers but you never know. We’ll clear the places we want to visit and I’ll cover you while you shop. There is no reason to rush but the longer we are out of the Humvee the more vulnerable we are,” Virgil was suddenly serious.

“I’d prefer if you did most of your shopping in one store if possible,” Virgil checked the surrounds again but the parking lot and storefronts appeared to be uninhabited.

“No problem Sergeant,” Madeline beamed when she saw a sign advertising JCPenney.

“We have that in Durden City at the Midland Park Mall but of course it’s stocked with locally manufactured stuff now,” Madeline commented and Virgil nodded like he really cared but was intent on scouting the surrounds.

He gave Madeline a flashlight and took one himself but the light streaming through the broken windows was good enough to see by. The mall had been ransacked just as Virgil said. They entered JCPenny and made their way into the women’s department and sure enough it had hardly been touched.

“Goody!” Madeline put down her M4 carbine on top of counter and clapped her hands like a schoolgirl who had found a lost puppy.

“You go for it while I stand guard,” Virgil pushed a shopping cart at Madeline who busied herself mopping up everything she needed.

She raked cosmetics and perfume into the cart and then moved onto lingerie and hosiery. After that she went into the shoe aisle and took off her combat boots and tried on several pairs of heels and some comfortable sandals.

“How much clothing do you need honey? It’s only for after work and weekends; most days you’ll be wearing ACU,” Virgil was getting a little nervous.

Madeline gave him her best don’t-you-dare-rush-me look and continued mopping up clothing, selecting an assortment of skirts, blouses and dresses.

“Are you about done? That Humvee parked outside advertises our presence,” Virgil fingered the stock of his M4.

“You said this place has been picked clean by the scavengers so why would they come back?” Madeline scooped deodorant, bath soap and a goodly supply of personal lubricant into her cart and then headed for the fitting room.

“I won’t be long and then we can go,” Madeline pushed the cart through the door into the fitting rooms.

Virgil heard her scurrying around in one of the stalls and lit a cigarette and smoked it impatiently.

“Hurry up,” he hissed crushing out his cigarette.

The door to the fitting room opened and Madeline emerged wearing pink satin babydoll pyjamas, translucent holdup stockings and high heeled sandals.

“What do you think of my night time attire?” she gave him a coquettish grin and turned a heel seductively.

Virgil's insistence on haste seemed to vanish as he stared at Madeline. He could hardly believe that this woman was his.

“I’ll take your silence as approval,” she teased and turned back to the fitting room.

Virgil hooked her elbow and spun Madeline around and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her and she melded her body to his and returned the kiss.

“Shouldn’t we go back to Freetown?” Madeline said breathlessly.

“I think a short dalliance won’t affect our schedule,” Virgil made no attempt to let go of her.

“If we go back to your quarters I can model everything for you,” Madeline gave him a cheeky grin.

“When we get back to Freetown your training continues. You need to work hard to prove to Commander Solister that you’re prepared be one of us and not just my concubine,” Virgil said levelly.

“Is that what I am; your concubine?” Madeline whispered.

“I don’t know what you are. Very few men have long-term relationships with women of either persuasion. It’s virtually unheard of,” Virgil admitted.

“But you consider me yours. I was given to you by the Commander,” Madeline looked earnestly into Virgil’s eyes.

“I want you. I want you to be mine but not under duress. I don’t know what has changed in me; maybe it was seeing how desperate you were to survive. I know what you did with Spliff and Leon was done out of desperation. It was a distasteful necessity to prolong your life,” Virgil returned Madeline’s gaze.

Madeline nodded; it was undeniable.

“Was it that way with me? Is it that way with me now? Because if it is I’ll let you go. I’ll take you back to Durden City and smuggle you in the same way we smuggled you out. I’d rather let you go than have you stay with me under false pretences,” Virgil breathed.

“Susan will kill you,” Madeline whispered.

“I could never go back to Freetown. I’d have to live as a scavenger,” Virgil stated the bleeding obvious.

“You would do that for me? You hardly know me,” Madeline said.

“Virgil… I’ve been a Comfort Girl all my life; raised to do nothing more than provide pleasure to men who are strangers to me. You're the only man that I’ve had any sort of relationship with and in the short time I've known you you’ve been kind and caring to me,” Madeline shook a little.

“We didn’t begin our relationship that way but that is what it has become in a very short time. We’ve developed a bond and whatever it is called I like it,” Madeline began to smile.

“I want to stay in Freetown and I want to be with you. We can decide what we call this thing between us when it suits us both. For now consider me yours,” Madeline kissed him and Virgil held her close.

Madeline could feel Virgil’s burgeoning erection pressing into her. She’d promised him sex last night but had fallen asleep exhausted and there had been no time to dally this morning. She knew that men had needs because her job had been to service those needs but this was different. She wanted him too and she wanted him now.

“We need to be quick,” Madeline gave him a salacious smile and unzipped his fly.

“You don’t have to,” Virgil felt a little guilty.

“Shut up. I want to. Why do you think I came out of the fitting room dressed like this,” she freed his erection and squeezed it.

They kissed again, a slow tender kiss that soon became a burning passionate expression of desire. Madeleine felt Virgil's manhood throb in her fingers as she slowly caressed it, expressing dewy droplets of pre-ejaculate as he began to whimper as his excitement built. Her own appendage was fully erect, tenting her satin babydoll boy-leg shorts. Virgil was conscious of it pressing against his thigh and he began to stroke it, caressing the curvature of her penis through the silky garment.

She grazed the head of his penis on her nylon-sheathed thigh, knowing the sensation would delight him. Virgil shuddered with pleasure at the feel of her gossamer-clad flesh on his tender organ and kissed her harder, leaving silvery strands on pre-ejaculate on her stockings.

He pressed his cock against Madeline’s erection through her satin camiknickers, the heat of her engorged member transferred to his own bloated organ. They rubbed cocks like this while they kissed and held each other close, both of them breathing raggedly as their desire quickened.

“We should be quick,” Madeline sighed, spinning around and offering her buttocks to her lover.

Virgil put his arms around Madeline and caressed her breasts through the flimsy garment. She was not wearing a brassiere and he felt her nipples engorge as he tweaked and cosseted them. He put his hands inside the flowing gauzy top and delighted in the feel of her smooth supple flesh, her nipples were like hard berries demanding of his attention.

Madeline wriggled her buttocks, encouraging him, goading him almost; feeling his shaft nestled in the crevice of her bottom, rubbing against her silky camiknickers.

She reached behind her, finding his shaft and guided it inside the loose leg opening of the shorts, nestling his glans in her sphincter which she had lubricated in the fitting room in anticipation of his need. She pressed back against him as he thrust, his cock sliding into her, filling her.

Madeline groaned and wriggled her buttocks again in encouragement as Virgil tweaked a nipple with one hand whilst his others slipped inside the waistband of her camiknickers and took her turgid member in hand.

He fucked her slowly and Madeline mewled and met his thrusts, grinding her bottom into his pubis as Virgil stroked her hard cock, feeling it throb and become fully bloated.

“Oh my god Virgil!” she moaned and pushed back hard against him, ensuring that his glans pressed on her prostate as she expressed her seed into his hand.

Virgil gripped her turgid member and stroked it, milking her as he ejaculated deep inside her anus. He held her close as Madeline shuddered and sobbed, her orgasm overwhelming her. He too was shaking with the intensity of his climax as her anus undulated and rippled around his throbbing organ, depositing his seed deep inside her.

Virgil wrapped his hands around Madeline’s belly, supporting her lest she collapse as the last of his issue filled her tight channel.

Without warning Madeline suddenly rolled out Virgil's embrace, pulling him to the floor with her. She reached up and snatched her M4 carbine off the counter and began to empty the magazine into the galleries between the racks of clothing.

Virgil heard the screams of men hit by gunfire and he clamoured for his own weapon.

“I’m not sure how many. I saw at least three,” Madeline was crouching below the counter.

Suddenly the glass counter shattered as someone returned fire then another weapon joined the barrage and the walls of the fitting rooms were peppered with bullet holes.

“Fuck! It’s the scavengers! I should have known better than to park the Humvee out front. We've been here too long,” Virgil hissed zipping his fly and reaching for his own long arm.

A fusillade of gunfire raked the countertop sending Virgil's M4 flying out of reach.

“Give me your weapon. You're not trained for this,” he hissed.

“Of course darling; go save me,” Madeline said in a reproachful tone.

She lay on her back and slid her M4 across to Virgil who snatched it up and ejected and checked the magazine and then slammed it home.

“Stay here!” Virgil hissed and rolled over and hunched into a crouch, automatically assuming a combat stance.

“Yes sergeant,” Madeline replied, she sounded annoyed.

Virgil dived into a rack of clothing which was immediately shredded with gunfire but he’d kept low and the bullets flew over his head. He duck walked down the aisle, paralleling the space from which the gunfire came from.

“Give us the girl and we’ll let you go,” a guttural cry came from within the store.

Virgil emptied his magazine in the direction from which the voice came and was rewarded with the strangled cry of a man suddenly in pain.

“Well fuck you then! We’ll kill you and take the girl anyway,” the man called back and opened fire aiming in Virgil’s direction.

But Virgil had moved on. He made his way down the aisle and circled around the place from where he had heard the man call out.

Four scavengers lay dead or dying behind a bullet-riddled counter where one of them was crying, the others lay still, presumably dead. Three men in ragged garments carrying AK47s were looking desperately in the direction of the fitting rooms. They were arguing; two of the men imploring the other to retreat and the other determined to press on their attack.

“How often do you see a woman in the Badlands? And this one is protected by only one man. We kill him and take his woman. Imagine the fun we will have with her and how much she will be worth in trade,” the man intent on pressing on their attack growled.

“We don’t know if she’s female or one of the pretenders,” one of his compatriots hissed.

“What the fuck does it matter? She’s valuable either way,” the man who appeared to be in charge replied and stood up and unloaded a burst in the direction of where Virgil had once been.

Virgil stood upright and opened fire, his rounds rippling the backs of the men, crimson blooms sprouting on their ragged shirts where the bullets entered their bodies. He waited until there was no movement and then closed in on the scavengers and inspected the carnage. They were all dead except for the youngest one who lay on his back moaning, blood dribbling from his mouth.

Virgil was about to administer the coup de grâce when suddenly an arm was locked around his neck and a pistol was thrust into his side.

“Sorry soldier boy but you didn’t get all of us,” a man hissed into his ear; his breath hot and foul.

“Neither did you,” Madeline barked pressing her M17 to the scavenger’s temple and pulled the trigger.

The blast caused the man holding Virgil in a headlock to slide sideways as he fell to the floor.

Madeline walked over to the young man who was whimpering and bleeding out and shot him twice in the chest.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” she stood over the carnage, breathing heavily.

Virgil looked at Madeline in awe. Still wearing the babydoll pyjamas and heels, her pistol held in a two-hand grip the support-hand thumb directly forward of and below the shooting-hand thumb as he had trained her at the range. She looked like some sort of manga amazon woman but she was also alert and ready to respond to any further danger.

Virgil kept watch while Madeline shucked of the babydoll pyjamas but left on her stockings and pulled on a pair of nylon hipster panties then quickly changed back into her ACU. He watched her reload her sidearm and her M4, holstering her pistol but keeping the rifle ready. She pushed the shopping trolley ahead of her whilst Virgil led the way out of JCPenny, through the abandoned mall and out to the Humvee. He made her wait until he checked that the car park was clear of danger and then he waved her through.

Madeline unceremoniously tossed the contents of the trolley into the back of the Humvee whilst Virgil maintained a combat stance and then they hopped into the vehicle and Virgil sped away from the Music City Mall.

“Well that was pretty fucking amazing,” Madeline was still on a combat high, endorphins coursing through her bloodstream.

Virgil glanced sideways at her only briefly, his concentration on navigating the rat run. He could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. Not only had the meek Comfort Girl transformed into a more than adequate soldier, she had without a doubt saved his life.

Victoria Eglin

“Sorry about this,” Billy Brody smiled as he handed Victoria Eglin the red sheath dress she had been wearing when she was captured.

She was also wearing the same panties and brassiere but the straps of her brassiere had been cut and the panties were torn in the seat. Her black fully-fashioned hold-up stockings were full of runners. The red pumps she had worn when captured were scuffed, the soles caked in a veneer of filth from the underground sewers she had trudged through to escape Durden City.

Victoria winced as she put on the dress and the pumps and she looked at herself in the mirror.

She had not bathed since she had gone to bed with Susan and Billy and she was sweaty, her hair was a tangled mess and her makeup was smeared over her face. She felt sticky between the legs and her nipples were sore as was her labia.

“How do I look?” she turned to face Major William Brody.

“Like a woman who had been held captive by Revolutionary scum and repeatedly taken against her will,” Billy eyed her critically.

“I'm missing something. Pope needs to be convinced that I was held captive and resisted my captors, at least at first,” Victoria commented.

“You sure?” Billy asked.

Victoria nodded and without warning Billy punched her in the face inflicting a blow that he knew would blacken her eye. He gave her another to split her lip then he punched her in the ribs with a combination of blows that would leave bruising on her upper body.

“Enough?” he asked matter-of-factly but was sickened by what he’d done.

Victoria was doubled over, her breathing ragged because of her bruised ribs.

“Perfect,” she replied wincing through her split lip.

Billy carefully embraced her and kissed the side of her mouth that wasn’t cut.

“You're a brave woman Victoria Eglin and I’m sorry I had to do that,” Billy sighed.

“Get out of the way and let me see,” Susan Solister brushed Billy aside and looked at Victoria with some concern.

“Sorry darling but we have to make it look authentic,” Susan stroked Victoria’s hair softly then stepped in and kissed her cheek.

“I think I’ll pass inspection,” Victoria smiled wanly and winced.

“You have her purse? Her phone?” Susan was suddenly all business.

“Yep,” Billy held Victoria’s purse in one hand and her mobile phone in the other.

“You got your story straight?” Susan turned to Victoria who nodded.

“You know the communications schedule?” Susan asked.

“Yep,” Victoria replied.

“Then let’s do this. Good luck Victoria,” Susan held Victoria in a gentle embrace and kissed her lips, the bottom lip had started to swell but Victoria welcomed the tender gesture of affection.

Susan watched Billy lead Victoria through the Ops Centre and up into the fresh air of Freetown. He helped her into the back of an armoured troop carrier. Virgil and Madeline were in the scout car and another Humvee would bring up the rear. They were carrying valuable cargo.

Sergeant Benning had regaled Major Brody with Madeline’s performance at the Music City Mall, leaving out the part where they were having sex before the scavengers attacked, and Billy had passed the report onto the Commander who was at that time giving Victoria Eglin a final briefing.

“Looks like Madeline is earning her keep already,” Victoria said smugly.

“It’s possible your Comfort Granny might have other uses besides sucking cocks,” Susan scoffed but there was no doubt that she was impressed with Madeline's potential.

Virgil had used Madeline’s performance at the mall as justification for her to join his troop and his Troop Captain had not objected and Major Brody sanctioned the decision.

“If she’s as good as you say she is, she might as well start mounting up for combat but she’s under your wing until your Troop Captain thinks she’s trooper material,” Brody had acquiesced.

Virgil led the convoy through the rat-runs with Madeline beside him scanning for any signs of enemy activity whilst manning the radio. Once out of the rat-runs and onto the cleared section of the highway that led to Durden City Virgil instructed Madeline to be extra vigilant because this road was maintained and used by the Durden City Guard.

With the kill zone and the walls of Durden City in sight, Major Brody radioed ahead for the scout car to leave the highway and head to what freedom fighters called Telegraph Hill. It was named such by the Revolutionaries because it was the one place outside of the kill zone where there was cell phone reception courtesy of COMTEL, the Durden City Communications and Entertainment Commission’s cellular phone service.

The convoy pulled up into a defensive triangle and the captain and his troops scrambled out of the APC and took up defensive positions. Sergeant Benning and Trainee Trooper Smith remained with the Major and Victoria Eglin to provide personal protection.

Billy took out Victoria’s cell phone and switched it on. He held it up and acquired a signal: COMTEL. He handed the phone to Victoria and nodded. She brought up Michael Durden’s number on her contact list and pressed ‘call’.

“Pope?” Victoria tried to sound apprehensive and scared which was easy because that was exactly how she felt.

“Who is this?” despite seeing Victoria’s name on the screen Pope was sceptical.

“It’s me, Victoria,” Victoria answered.

“Victoria was taken by Revolutionaries. My estimation is she being fucked into unconsciousness,” Pope said through gritted teeth.

He snapped his fingers at Silvia Cornish who was languishing on what used to be Victoria’s bed.

“Get onto COMTEL. Get the fucking Commutations Commissioner if necessary but get this call traced,” Pope covered the mouthpiece of his phone.

“Well it’s me. They wanna trade,” Victoria sounded terrified to Pope.

“I don’t believe it. No one in the Badlands is going to trade a woman, not even someone as old as you,” Pope couldn’t help being hurtful even now, with his lover held captive.

“They're going to want to keep fucking you; possibly even breed you,” he added.

Victoria had the phone on speaker and Billy took it from her.

“We want a tanker full of high grade petroleum, one thousand rounds of 5.56 ball and a forty-foot refrigerated CONEX filled with fresh meat and vegetables,” Billy hissed into the phone.

“And I want world peace and seventy two virgins but neither of us is getting what we want,” Pope barked.

“We've finished with the woman. We don’t have the facilities to breed her and my men will just keep fighting over her,” Billy said calmly.

“She’s worth more to you than she is to me,” Billy added.

Susan, Billy and Victoria had discussed, argued and debated what would seem a reasonable ransom for Virginia. If they asked for too much Pope would baulk, if they didn’t ask for enough Pope would be suspicious. He would be suspicious in any event. They needed him to think that the Revolutionaries were a loosely organised gang of thugs not the disciplined paramilitary force that they were.

“What if I don’t want her back? Every man in your ragtag army will have used her at least once by now,” Pope countered, trying to bide time.

But Pope was already thinking what a huge propaganda story it would make if he demonstrated to the people of Durden City that he had rescued Victoria. They didn’t need to know that he had paid a ransom. He could tell them that he had valiantly led his City Guards on a raid against the Revolutionary scum to save her.

“So what if we have? She used to be breeder, she’s been fucked by most of the men in Durden City deemed suitable for the breeding program. We’ll keep the Comfort Girl; she can keep my men amused,” Billy tried his best to sound nonchalant.

“You can make as many Comfort Girls as you want, females are a rare commodity, even I know that,” Billy used the truth to bolster his story.

“Let me consider your offer,” Pope once again tried to stall for time.

“I’m through to COMTEL, they want to speak to you,” Silvia whispered and handed her phone to Pope.

He snatched it away from Silvia.

“Just fucking do it!” Pope growled and threw the phone back at Silvia.

“This is a onetime deal. I’ll text you the coordinates where to make the exchange from this phone in two hours. Your men deliver the fuel tanker, the ammo and the CONEX and withdraw. It’s a cleared area just outside your kill zone. My men will be covering it,” Billy replied.

“How do we know you won’t just take the booty and keep my woman?” Pope growled.

“She’ll be chained to a stake out in the open when your men arrive at the rendezvous. Your men verify that she’s still alive and then leave the booty, as you call it, then leave. We move in and inspect the goods and if their kosher we take the ransom and leave you the female. I’ll have a sniper trained on her. If you try to take her before we make the exchange I’ll kill her. If you jip me on the ransom I’ll kill her. If you don’t make it to the rendezvous on time I’ll kill her. Simple enough?” Brody crossed his fingers.

“I get it. You're gonna kill her if I don’t dance to your tune,” Pope sighed.

Billy hung up before Pope could reply and did not accept the call back.

He got Victoria to pose against a clapped out sedan with two of his Troopers either side of her. It was easy for her to look terrified when Billy took her picture and sent it to Pope attached to a text as proof of life.

“Let’s hope this works. Let’s go to the rendezvous and get ready,” Billy gave the hand signal for the Troop to mount up.

“Well?” Pope snatched the phone away from Silvia and barked into it.

“I’m sorry Commissioner; we were only able to narrow the call down to the cell tower it pinged off. It’s the one mounted on the city wall next to the railway yards,” the COMTEL employee explained.

“So all we know is that they are somewhere north of the city, likely off state highway 349,” Pope hissed.

“That would make sense sir,” the employee agreed.

Pope broke the connection and turned on Silvia.

“Get packed and move back to your old quarters, your girlfriend is coming home,” Pope sneered.

“Will they really give her up do you think?” Silvia sounded sceptical.

“I thought it unlikely but they're asking a lot for her; for them it’s a lot anyhow,” Pope pondered.

“They could just take the ransom and shoot her but that would be a waste,” he scratched his head pensively and then realised that time was slipping away.

“Why are you still lying there? Get your ass out of bed, get packed and go back to the breeding chambers. And not word of this to anyone or I’ll cut out your tongue and sell you to Austin. They keep their breeders like dogs and knock them on the head at menopause,” Pope snarled.

Pope got on the phone and talked to his loyal second in command and told him to put together the ransom demands and assemble and an escort and to wait for further orders. He debated whether to go back to the City Commissioner’s mansion but decided that he could handle things just as well from here and if Victoria was rescued it was here to the Breeding Facility she would be brought.

Meanwhile Billy Brody and his troopers had arrived at the designated handover site having left one trooper on Telegraph Hill with Victoria’s cell phone and a handheld radio.

The Troop Captain placed his troopers in defensive positions and a lookout was sent down the highway in a Humvee so he could radio ahead when the ransom convoy was approaching. There was no sniper placed to cover Victoria Eglin; that part of the plan was all bluff.

The handover site was a truck stop parking lot; one of the few not littered with rusting wrecks. The few that had been left in the lot were pushed and towed by the Humvee and APC onto the verge leaving the whole lot wide open; just flat weed-strewn asphalt but with observation and defensive positions on the high ground above it. The truck stop was off the cleared stretch of highway that led to Durden City but the Revolutionaries had cleared rat-runs leading out of the lot to the south and west.

Victoria sat in the back of a Humvee taking advantage of the air conditioning before she would be staked out on the hot asphalt. The door opened and Madeline Smith poked her head inside the Humvee and smiled at Victoria. The smile changed to a look of genuine concern.

“Oh my god, what happened to your face?” Madeline reached in and gently stroked Victoria’s cheek.

“It’s ok. You could say it’s almost self-inflicted. I need to look convincing when I’m handed over,” Victoria smiled wanly.

Madeline gave Victoria the onceover and screwed up her face.

“Well you certainly do. Isn’t that the dress you were wearing in the sewers and you look a mess and frankly honey; you stink,” but Madeline’s smile beamed only affection for her new found friend.

Normally a Comfort Girl would never talk in such a manner to a female, especially one as high up the pecking order as Victoria, but they had been through a lot together and formed a special bond.

“And look at you Trooper Smith. Who would have thought it possible?” Victoria smiled back at her friend.

“I owe my life to you. You vouched for me. Your cooperation bought my sanctuary,” Madeline said.

“But from what I hear you have proved yourself already and Susan no longer despises you,” Victoria said graciously.

“When they kidnapped us, they said we looked like twins. If I had a twin sister I’d like it to be you,” she continued.

Madeline fought back tears and leaned into the Humvee and hugged Victoria and kissed her.

“I’m going to miss you,” Madeline whispered.

“You won’t be lonely. That hunky sergeant seems pretty taken with you,” Victoria smiled mischievously.

Madeline blushed.

“Yeah; he’s training me,” Madeline replied.

“I bet you're training him too,” Victoria’s tone was salacious and Madeline's blush deepened.

“Ok ladies; the fond farewell is over. Trooper back to your position,” Billy Brody interrupted the conversation.

Madeline kissed Victoria quickly and scurried away to her designated defensive position.

“Sorry Victoria but it’s time,” Billy helped Victoria out of the Humvee and led her to a steel light post in the centre of the truck stop.

“Sorry about this too,” Billy held out manacles that were clamped onto a long chain attached to the light post.

Victoria held out her hands and Billy manacled her wrists.

“There is a chair to sit on and a canteen of drinking water. Hopefully this won’t take too long,” Billy leaned in and kissed Victoria farewell.

He dropped the keys to the manacles just out of Victoria’s reach.

The trooper stationed on Telegraph Hill had been ordered to open Victoria’s phone and send the text with the coordinates of the truck stop to Pope Durden. Sometime later the lookout stationed down the highway radioed that the convoy loaded with the ransom requisites was inbound.

The Troop were on high alert when the fuel tanker and a flatbed with a CONEX shipping container and cases of 5.56mm ammunition rolled into the truck stop. The two trucks circled the light post and stopped and drivers got out the cabs. They were both City Guards. One of them went over to Victoria, took pictures of her with his phone and spoke into his radio. Seconds later a scout car drove into the struck stop and picked up the two drivers and sped away.

The designated troopers cautiously approached the ransom vehicles while the rest of the troop covered them. The men took a sample of the fuel and tested it and opened the CONEX and the ammunition boxes to confirm the contents validity. They signalled Major Brody that all was as it seemed and climbed into the cabs of the two trucks.

The scout car with Virgil and Madeline aboard led the trucks and the APC out of the truck stop into a rat run while the other Humvee went to pick up the lookout and the trooper on Telegraph Hill.

Victoria sat on the rickety metal chair and watched the convoy drive away. She sipped water and waited and before long four Humvees filled with City Guards careered into the parking lot and circled the light post forming a protective perimeter around Victoria. A City Guard exited one of the vehicles. He took more pictures of her then he snatched up the keys and released Victoria from her bonds and bundled her into the vehicle.

The Humvees sped off forming a convoy as they sped off along highway 349 towards Durden City.

The officer in the front passenger seat turned his head and gave Victoria a warm smile.

“Welcome back to Durden City ma’am, the City Commissioner is very much looking forward to seeing you,” the officer’s smile hardened into a sneer.

He nodded to the guard sitting beside Victoria who snatched her wrists and handcuffed them.

To be continued

THEN

Victoria Eglin

Victoria Eglin’s eighteenth birthday was approaching and she was both excited and fearful. Victoria was a third generation breeder. She never knew her mother because her mother was sold to another city-state not long after Victoria was born but in any event she wouldn’t have gotten to know her mother because children were taken away from their mothers as soon as they were weaned.

When Justin Durden created the breeding program he knew that if mothers bonded with their offspring they might become so protective of them that they might become difficult when their daughters came of breeding age or when their sons were selected to become Comfort Girls. He instigated a regime where there were no familial connections so that the breeders and Comfort Girls had only their contemporaries with which to bond.

Victoria's first memories were of being raised by older females and retired Comfort Girls known as Brood Mothers. They instilled in her and her ‘sisters’ their ethos, morality and values as breeding stock. They were taught that they were saviours and the key to the future of Durden City.

Young breeders were educated to the extent that they could read and write and studied history especially the recent history of the pandemic which had caused world war three, the subsequent civil wars and the anarchy that followed. Of course the story of how Justin Durden had the foresight, acumen and power to create the sanctuary that was Durden City and implement the breeding program was essential.

They had access to a huge music, video and literary library and were exposed the arts, although access to the interweb was heavily censored until they were adults.

Breeders took deportment classes and undertook regular exercise, their health was constantly monitored and any of them who had imperfections which distracted from their beauty had the imperfections corrected. They were programmed to believe that they had only two purposes in life: to provide pleasure to men and to breed.

When females began to ovulate they were screened for fertility and those deemed infertile underwent aparoscopic or hysteroscopic surgery to correct the problem if the diagnosis could be ameliorated. If an infertile breeder could not be made fertile she was doomed to have one purpose in life and there would be no respite for her from the breeding chambers. Some fertile females used the derogatory pejorative ‘fuckpuppets’ to describe the infertile women and they were often shunned.

Victoria had been friendly with another young breeder named Susan Solister until Susan was found to be infertile and destined to become one of the fuckpuppets and then the friendship ceased.

Young females interacted with Comfort Girls both young and old. Boys were selected for the Comfort Girl program based solely on their appearance. The adage ‘pretty boy equals pretty girl’ was often used. The selected boys were raised as girls alongside the female breeders until they reached puberty when they were removed and taken to one the Comfort Places to continue their education and training until they reached the age of eighteen when they were put to work.

Victoria remembered her childhood as being rather idyllic, being pampered and coddled. The girls were given lessons in how to dress and how to behave. They never wore pants or trousers or anything masculine or dowdy, they wore dresses, skirts and blouses always with sensual lingerie and hosiery. They were introduced to makeup and educated how to make themselves look beautiful and desirable. They were educated in reproduction but there was no explicit sexual discourse and they were not sexualised until they reached eighteen.

There were many disputes about this subject by the Commission when the programs were first initiated but Justin Durden was adamant that both breeders and Comfort Girls were not to be sexualised until they were adults. The first reason for this was based on medical advice regarding the best way to maximise the breeding success of the females. The second reason was also based on medical advice. Both females and Comfort Girls were to spend most of their adult life servicing men and it was soon established that they could only endure the physical and psychological stresses involved for so many years. So it was determined that it was best to let them reach adulthood and keep them active in their respective programs until they reached the age of forty.

After that they would become Brood Mothers tending to the younger women and girls but would still be available to pleasure men on a more restricted basis if warranted.

The third reason was that even though both the breeding and Comfort Girl programs might be considered by some to be sexual slavery, Justin Durden considered sexual congress with adolescents abhorrent. He was well aware that the moral standards of the world had been extinguished but he insisted that his own moral code be applied when it came to matters of sex. His son and his grandson had seen no need to change what had proved to be very effective way of optimising and fully exploiting the breeders and the Comfort Girls.

Very few men had access to the females inside of the Breeding Facility except of course in the breeding chambers. There were the trusted Praetorian Guards who protected them, doctors and other medical professionals who cared for them and of course the Commissioners who had unfettered access to the breeders. But even the Commissioners could not have sex with them until they reached breeding age.

Twenty four year old Michael Durden was being given a guided tour around the Breeding Facility by his father who was explaining to him that one day he would be City Commissioner and responsible for the breeding program when Michael first saw Victoria Eglin and fell head over heels in love with her.

Victoria stood 173 centimetres tall (Justin Durden had enforced the use of the consistent and coherent metric system and had abolished the outmoded and archaic imperial system). She had a voluptuous figure but what enraptured Michael was her shoulder-length glossy black mane and her brilliant emerald-green eyes set in that beautiful face.

Michael Durden had broken away from his father’s entourage to speak with Victoria who was both flattered and bemused to be talking to a man about anything besides her function as a breeder. To Michael her voice sounded rhapsodic, she smelled ambrosial, her eyes sparkled and she spoke eloquently.

Michael made frequent visits to the Breeding Facility to meet with Victoria and he became besotted with her. The visits were always chaperoned as was mandated when men were in the company of virgins but he and Victoria disappeared into their own world when they were together.

Word soon got back to the City Commissioner who confronted his son.

“What are you doing?” Stephen Durden pulled his son aside where they could speak in private.

“She hasn’t been to the chambers yet but her birthday is only days away. I want her dad. I want her for my own,” Michael pleaded with his father.

“There are certain secrets to which you are not yet privy but they will be revealed to you when the time is right. As City Commissioner you can pretty much do as you please but if you take a woman and make her your own you will be despised as a hypocrite; you could never become City Commissioner,” Stephen explained to his son.

“When Victoria enters the breeding program you can have her as often as you want but you can’t keep her for yourself. The truth is that she is not worth the risk no matter how you feel about her,” Stephen continued.

“The City Commissioner is the only citizen of Durden City who has an offspring with lineage. He controls the city but only while the Commission and the populous revere him. He has privileges that others do not have but there are some lines that cannot be crossed,” Stephen said sagely.

“You may have your pick of breeders any time you chose but you can’t remove them from the breeding program. You can have no queen, no empress, no consort. All females participate in the breeding program; that is sacrosanct,” Stephen drove his point home.

“I’ll change the rules when I become City Commissioner,” Michael sniped at his father.

“At your own peril! There are certain aspects of the breeding program that you are not yet aware of; that very few people are aware of, only my strictest confidants. I trade females for gold,” Stephen said abruptly, stunning his son into silence.

“If you continue to insist on keeping this girl for yourself I will trade her right now. A beautiful young virgin like her will bring a high price,” Stephen grabbed his son’s lapels and growled into his face.

“You choose! She goes into the breeding program or I sell her off and you will never see her again,” Stephen hissed.

Michael had no choice. The woman he loved would enter the breeding program on her eighteenth birthday and would be available to all those who paid the price to use her.

On her eighteenth birthday Victoria Eglin was prepared for her first breeding. Her makeup was heavy and provocative, she was dressed in a black and red satin basque, the suspenders clipped to sheer black fully-fashioned stockings and her feet shod in black four-inch high heels. Her pubis was freshly shaved and moisturised and she was sprayed liberally with perfume. The Perspex screens had breathing holes drilled into the top to prevent them from fogging up and to allow the man breeding the woman opportunity to smell her as well as watch her.

Victoria had been educated on breeding chamber protocol. She knew that only her lower body would he exposed through the sanctity hole. She knew that this was her destiny; it was why she existed and she had been programmed accordingly but she was still trepidatious.

A Brood Mother, it had not yet occurred to Victoria why there were so few, helped Victoria to step up onto the breeding platform and get comfortable on the satin-sheeted mattress.

“Squidge down a little honey and push your legs through the sanctity hole,” the woman said in a soothing tone.

Victoria was so nervous that she got a heel caught in the sanctity curtain. A Chamber Maiden standing on the other side of the chamber untangled Victoria’s foot and helped position her buttocks on the part of the breeding platform that protruded through the chamber. She cinched the sanctity curtain around Victoria’s waist.

Victoria could hear the girl in the chamber beside her going through the same ritual.

“Are you ok honey? Are you ready? Just relax. The male breeders will be entering the breeding room soon. Try to smile, the first one might sting a bit but you’ll soon get used to it,” the Brood Mother said sweetly and closed the chamber before Victoria could answer.

What was there to say anyway? This was her destiny.

Victoria could hear the women either side of her breathing heavily, going through the exercises that the females had been taught to do so that they would be as comfortable as possible and not cramp up in the confined space.

Victoria's head rested on two satin pillows that lifted her head sufficiently so that she faced the Perspex wall. She felt a little awkward with her legs dangling in the air but she’d practiced being in this position for extended periods and the other breeders told her that most of the men held the women's legs while they bred them so they were supported through most of ‘the procedure’.

There wasn’t much time to think of anything else because the lights in the breeding room became subdued and background music began to play and the doors to the breeding room opened and the men began to file in. LED lighting in the chambers was switched on ensure the men had an unobscured view of the women they were fucking.

Outside the breeding room men were lining up anxiously. They were kept in order by City Guards but they behaved themselves anyway. Any form of disobedience would result in their removal, forfeiture of credits paid and possibly a ban on using the Breeding Facility. Chamber Maidens, who were Brood Mothers and breeders not working the chambers that day, also scantily and provocatively dressed to keep the men aroused, greeted the men and scanned their devices to see which breeder the man had been allocated and what place in line the man held.

Not all of the breeders cost the same. Younger breeders cost nearly twice as many credits as those approaching retirement and the cost of a virgin was beyond the means of most of Durden City’s middle class. Only those with the highest incomes could afford the luxury of purchasing a virgin. A man’s position in line was also relative to the credit he was willing to put forward, those who spent more went to the front of the queue.

Not that it mattered to Michael Durden. He arrogantly brushed past the City Guards and ignored the Chamber Maidens; they knew who he was and what he was here for.

As was his right Michael had claimed the virginity of Victoria Eglin; if he could not have her exclusively for himself he would at least be the man who took her first.

Michael entered the breeding room. The women lay on the breeding platforms side by side separated by the thin walls, twelve women on each side of the room, their legs and lower extremities poking through the sanctity holes with elasticised curtains drawn tightly around their waists so that the men had access to the women’s sex parts and legs but not their bodies and faces

The women’s names were engraved in white letters on red traffolyte signs above the chambers which were also numbered with large numerals to make it easier for the men to find their allocated breeder, like numbered racehorses sequestered in their starting boxes.

Victoria was easy to find because she was in chamber number one.

Michael approached the chamber and saw the woman he was besotted with lying on her back looking apprehensive. She was beautiful, her figure enhanced by the basque, her raven hair fanned out on the pillow, her face a visage of sensual beauty enhanced by her gaudy makeup and those long legs sheathed in sheer nylons poking out of the sanctity hole. Her pubis was smooth, the cleft inviting.

He wished that he was alone with her lying on a bed so that he could kiss and caress her. One day soon he would be able to do so but not today, as it was mandated, she must make her debut in the breeding chambers.

He reached out and stroked her long legs, delighting in the feel of her flesh clad in the silky nylon stockings. Victoria felt someone caress her legs and she looked through the window panel and saw that it was Michael. It felt so wonderful and sensuous as his hands stroked her thighs she felt herself becoming moist. Michael was rampant and ready and when she looked at him and smiled with those gorgeous red lipsticked-lips, her emerald eyes twinkling, his heart lifted and his passion soared.

Victoria too wished she could feel Michael’s body pressed against her, feel his lips on hers, she wished she could hold him and caress him and feel his heart beat as fast as hers was beating now. She knew that after today, even though she would have to continue to perform her duties in the breeding chambers, Michael would be able to visit her in the Breeding Facility any time he pleased and they could be alone together.

Michael looked around the breeding room, men were lining up in front of their allotted stalls in the order they had been assigned. The men at the front of the queues had already dropped trou and most were vigorously fucking the women, the men behind them looking on, some of them masturbating in anticipation of taking their turn.

Comfort Maidens prowled the floor ensuring that order was maintained and no rules were broken. They each held a call-button that would summon a City Guard within seconds should they push it and the offender would be ejected and face the consequences. The Comfort Maidens seldom had to do so. These men were privileged to be a part of the breeding program and had spent hard-earned credits to enjoy that privilege.

Michael looked behind him and saw a line beginning to form, the men respectfully looking elsewhere but anxious to take their turn with a newly deflowered breeder. It was at that moment that the stark reality of the situation hit him. He could claim Victoria Eglin as his lover and see her as often as he wanted but she would have to take her turn in the breeding chambers. Hundreds of men would fuck her. Her vagina would be flooded with the comingled seed of strange men. She would give birth to fatherless children. She would be his but not his exclusively.

He already knew this of course but the reality of the situation was on him. He looked at Victoria again, lying on the platform, her lower extremity poking through the sanctity curtain. He loved her but he hated her. In any event he was going to fuck her.

He lowered his pants and positioned himself between Victoria's legs and opened the outer crease of her sex exposing the coral pink lips of her labia and her clitoral hood. He could see the dewy wetness there that he had elicited when he stroked her legs and caressed her thighs. His manhood was fully engorged and rampant.

Victoria looked at him through the glass and she closed her eyes when he began to gently circle her clitoris with his finger. She bucked a little, surprised by the sensation. He watched her enter an almost dreamlike state as he expertly fondled her labia and clitoris. He lowered his mouth to her and began to lap at her slit and lick her clitoris.

This practice was expressly forbidden in the breeding chambers but who was going to stop the heir apparent to the throne of Durden City? He was the one and only son of the City Commissioner.

Victoria began to writhe and buck on the breeding platform; she kicked her legs and screwed up her face. A deep tingling began in her lower extremities and crept upwards through her belly. Then it intensified as ringlets of extreme pleasure radiated from her clitoris as Michael Durden held her legs wide open and lapped at her cunt, lashing his tongue over her sensitive nubbin.

Victoria cried out as her orgasm blossomed into a crescendo of delight and extreme pleasure. She was the first of the breeders to cry out in ecstasy in the breeding room that evening but she would not be the last. The level of excitement in the room became palpable. The men in the lines turned their heads to watch Michael perform this illicit act and to watch Victoria Eglin writhe in passion through the Perspex window.

What they didn’t know was that Michael Durden would never perform cunnilingus on Victoria ever again

Michael gripped Victoria’s ankles and opened them wide and stepped up close to the chamber, positioning his glans in the folds of Victoria's vagina.

There is a misconception that the hymen is some kind barrier deep inside the vagina that a man must rip open during a woman’s first penetrative sex. It is in fact a thin piece of tissue that surrounds or partially covers the external vaginal opening and when Michael pushed the head of his cock inside Victoria he felt only slight resistance. Victoria hissed at the pain. It was like a paper-wasp sting: sharp and fleeting with no residual soreness after.

Michele looked down and watched the head of his penis slip inside Victoria’s tight channel and he heard her gasp. She winced and it gave him wicked pleasure to see her do so. He adored this woman but she would never be exclusively his and he unreasonably blamed her for this. He thrust again and his cock slid all the way inside her, fortunately her vagina was lubricated by the orgasm she had just experienced.

Victoria stifled a scream as Michael’s huge phallus plunged into her virginal sex. It felt like it was going to tear her open.

“No! No! No!” Michael cried as he orgasmed.

Her warm, wet, intensely-tight clunge rippled as he ejaculated deep inside her. He couldn’t stop it.

Victoria forgot her pain and looked at Michael's face, screwed up in ecstatic bliss as he climaxed and she realised what had happened. She could feel his penis throbbing as it spewed his issue inside her vagina and the pain dissipated. Victoria realised that she had caused the second most powerful man in Durden City to orgasm and she suddenly felt a little powerful.

A deep delightful warmth began to grow in her sex, much like when Michael had licked her genitals. She felt Michael move his hands to her thighs and grip her and begin to fuck her. Despite having just climaxed he was still rampant and insistent. His long slow strokes elicited deep feelings of ebullience in her vagina and the base of his penis pressing on her clitoris began to evoke now familiar sparklets of desire from her sensitive nubbin and she groaned lecherously.

Michael felt Victoria become wetter, her juices were flowing freely and he could smell her sex. His recent orgasm had tempered him hardly at all and his scrotum began to roil.

“Huh! Huh! Huh!” Victoria grunted as Michael thrust himself in and out of her tight, quivering, sheath.

She locked her legs around him and pulled him in tighter, wriggling her pudenda to extract every scintilla of pleasure from his hard appendage. Michael gasped and gripped Victoria’s thighs tighter and rammed his cock all the way inside her as his orgasm struck him almost violently, his phallus juddering as his scalding ejaculate spurted into Victoria’s quivering maw.

She was staring at him through the Perspex, watching the almost pained expression on his face as Michael came inside her a second time, the sensory receptors in her vagina began to glow then burn and her clitoris tingled with delight as Victoria climaxed again.

Michael held onto Victoria until his orgasm reached its zenith, then plateaued and finally began to subside. Victoria was also spent and she uncrossed her ankles from behind his back and she lay still.

A Chamber Maiden sidled up beside Michael.

“I’m sorry sir but I must request you move on. You have already breached the sanctity of the breeding chamber by performing cunnilingus on the woman and copulating with her again after your fist emission. I know who you are sir and I say this with most deference but I’m sure you are aware that this is for your own good,” the Chamber Maiden whispered respectfully.

Michael Durden looked at her. He would remember who she was when he became City Commissioner and revengefully he would sell her to his counterpart in Austin, hoping that she spent her days being fucked into unconsciousness.

Michael was spent in any event and he let go of Victoria’s legs and moved aside to use the tissues from the dispenser on the wall. He cleaned himself and put his manhood away and pull up his trousers.

The man next in line moved up and plunged his erect penis into Victoria unceremoniously and began to fuck her semen-clotted quim.

Michael glanced back and saw Victoria wrap her legs around the man as she moaned like a slattern. He loved her but he hated her for doing so.

Victoria climaxed again not long after Michael had left the breeding room but after that her quim became numb and then it became sore. She lost count of how many men used her body that day but by then it didn’t matter. She had already begun to learn how to disassociate her mind from her body and she was away in another place as the line of men ravished her one after another.

Madeline Smith

At eighteen years of age Madeline Smith had very few memories of being a boy. She was selected for the Comfort Girl program as soon as it became evident that she would make a pretty girl. Madeline was removed from the other male offspring who would spend their formative years being schooled and educated in a boarding school. The boys intellectual and practical abilities were assessed and a vocational profile was created for each student. Some went onto tertiary education while others became tradesmen whilst some simply went into menial employment. Durden City needed men of all calibres to keep a city of its size running effectively and efficiently.

Madeline could not even remember her birth name. She was given the name Madeline Smith when she entered the Comfort Girl program and that would be her name until the day she died.

Nobody except the Durden’s had familial names because there were no familial lines; names were assigned randomly at birth as a means of personal identification. Madeline had always liked her name and thought it sounded pretty and feminine. She had a friend who had unfortunately been given the name Gladys.

Madeline spent her formative years playing with and being educated alongside other Comfort Girls and young females, the idea being that the femininity of the females would influence the young boys, although Comfort Girls never really thought of themselves as boys and the few that couldn’t adjust to the paradigm were removed and placed back with their male colleagues or so she thought.

Madeline knew that she wasn’t female and was well aware of the biological differences but she had always thought of herself as a girl and enjoyed all things feminine especially the clothes. As puberty approached she was removed from Breeding Facility and the care of the Brood Mothers and sent to live in one of city’s four Comfort Palaces where she would learn her true vocation.

Just like the breeders, Comfort Girls were educated in reproduction but there was no explicit sexual discourse and they were not sexualised until they reached the age of eighteen. They were given hormone treatment and underwent laser hair removal or electrolysis, facial feminization surgery, a tracheal shave and breast and buttock augmentation. Treatment was tailored individually for each girl depending on their physique and their physical needs, the outcome being to ensure that the Comfort Girls were as feminine as possible.

Hormone treatment was strictly controlled to ensure that the Comfort Girls maintained an active libido. In the early years of the program it was soon discovered that Comfort Girls who enjoyed their vocation performed better than those who undertook their employment grudgingly. The girls undertook all of the tasks necessary to maintain the Comfort Palaces. They cooked, cleaned, performed rudimentary maintenance and learned how to tend bar, how to dance, how to engage in meaningful conversation and generally entertain men. They kept in shape through regular exercise.

They were uber-feminised and seldom wore male clothing except to perform manual tasks and they always wore makeup. Unlike the female breeders Comfort Girls were allowed out of the Comfort Palaces but always under supervision. Comfort Girls were not as valuable as breeders, however a lot of time, effort and money had been expended on them and they were still a precious commodity.

Upon attaining adulthood Comfort Girls were trained in the art of lovemaking. Unlike the breeders who simply lay on their back and allowed men to penetrate them, Comfort Girls were trained to flirt, to kiss, to fondle, to fellate and gratify men in every way that men desired. The importance of anal hygiene was impressed upon them and they were schooled in the use of personal lubricants and anal dilation using dildos and sex toys.

Comfort Girls had no virginity to offer up but neophyte Comfort Girls making their debut in the Comfort Rooms were still highly priced.

Madeline was excited to be making her debut and had no trepidation, in fact she was eager. She had been fabricated, inculcated and indoctrinated to please men and she couldn’t wait to do so. Customers were known to the girls as ‘Trade’ and a small proportion of the credit that the Trade paid went to the girl. If the girl performed particularly well the Trade was likely to tip the girl directly.

Once the girls began working the Comfort Rooms they became self-sufficient and had to provide for themselves until they retired at the age of forty when they became Brood Mothers to young breeders and Comfort Girls. Even then the ‘Comfort Grannies’ were available to service men selectively.

Men chose the Comfort Girl they wished to have congress with by selecting them on a website, their availability changing daily and the price dependant on factors such as age, beauty and experience. The girls were on a roster and not always available and some men were more selective than others. Some girls became favourites and the Trade would always request the same girl although of course there could be no interpersonal relationships outside of the Comfort Rooms.

Madeline had dressed carefully for her first evening working the Comfort Rooms. She wore a silver sequin sheath shift dress with a plunging V-neckline and short fringed sleeves. It was cut short to show off her long toned legs swathed in fifteen denier fleshtoned pantyhose so sheer that her legs almost looked bare except for the sheen of the yarn. She wore a pair of black nylon panties over her pantyhose and a matching brassiere; the garments so snug as to be undetectable under the dress. She selected black four-inch fuck-me-pumps and had accessorised with emerald costume jewellery to compliment her eyes. Her long glossy hair framed her heavily but exquisitely made-up face. She was stunning and she knew it.

As a Commissioner, Harlan Cooter had the right to any Comfort Girl he wished and he wished to deflower Madeline Smith. Harlan was still a young man and new to the City Commission. He knew that most of the other Commissioners took their pleasure in the Breeding Facility, using the bevy of women available to them whenever they wanted them but Harlan had always had a thing for those ‘special ladies’.

“You are delightful,” Harlan greeted Madeline as she exited the waiting room to make her debut.

Brian, who had just started working at the Comfort Palace, issued Madeline her scanner on which were the details of the eight Trade she would be expected to service that night. He gave her the key to Comfort Room one which was the VIP suite.

Madeline had deposited the passkey and the scanner in her little silver clutch and was holding it tight when Harlan introduced himself.

“And you are a very handsome man,” Madeline flashed him her biggest, brightest smile just as she had been taught.

“Come let me buy you a drink and let’s get to know each other a little better,” Harlan offered Madeline the crook of his elbow and she took it and he led her to a booth.

Harlan was a lecher disguised as a gentleman and he soon had his hands all over Madeline and rained increasingly passionate kisses on her mouth. He took her hand and placed it in his lap and she felt the girth of the first penis she had ever touched beside her own. It felt massive and she was a little apprehensive about what Harlan was going to do with it but she knew that she had been trained to perform her duties flawlessly and she would do so.

“Fuck this! Let’s go to the room,” Harlan had become impatient and his gentlemanly traits were strained.

He led Madeline to comfort room one abruptly, dragging her as she tottered on her high heels to keep up.

The spacious room was dimmed with mood lighting, there was trans porn playing on a muted large screen TV and a bottle of champagne was chilling in a silver ice-bucket and the king size bed was made up with satin sheets. It was a far cry from the pokey ‘fuck-holes’, that the girls called the regular comfort rooms. As the years passed and she grew older and less popular with moneyed elite and visits to the VIP suite became a very infrequent event.

Champagne there may be but Harlan Cooter had no interest in it. He threw Madeline on the bed, tore off his clothes and fell on her.

He kissed her fiercely while he fumbled with her dress which Madeline was able to slide out of and toss on the dresser before Harlan reached for her again.

“That’s better, now I can get at you,” Harlan grinned and popped Madeline’s breasts from the cups of her brassiere.

He suckled a teat and stroked the other and they hardened like a ripe berries and Madeline sighed as ripples pleasure radiated from her nipples. She nursed Harlan for a while as he stroked, caressed and licked her breasts in which he seemed to have great interest. He traced the fading silvery scars in the creases of her breasts, a consequence of her augmentation surgery, then he stroked the creamy globes which illicited a delicate, pleasurable sensation which intensified when Harlan returned his attention back to sucking and stroking her nipples.

Harlan’s cock was rock hard and pressing into Madeline’s leg. She could feel the heat of it and feel a warm wet patch spreading on her silky hose where driblets of pre-seminal fluid were leaking from the eye of his penis. She reached for it and felt the warm bare flesh of another man’s penis in her hand for the first time and it excited her.

Harlan’s cock felt hard, veiny and powerful, it was slightly pulsing and the urge to stroke it was overwhelming, she could feel her own cock hardening between her legs where she had tucked it away. Harlan kissed her again, very passionately; driving his tongue into her mouth and Madeline reciprocated and slipped her tongue into his. His breath was fresh and minty. He rolled on top of her, pressing his cock on her belly, rubbing his cock on her panties while he kissed her.

“Come on honey let’s get that toy out from between your legs,” Harlan drove his hand down the waistband of her panties and pantyhose and freed her thickening penis and lay it flat against her belly under the tight satin and nylon.

Madeline had been told that many of the men she serviced would not want to see or touch her penis but Harlan was obviously not one of those, in fact he rubbed his own penis on hers through the layers of diaphanous fabric. Her own pre-ejaculate mingled with Harlan’s.

They kissed and ground their cocks against each other until they were breathless. Madeline’s penis was tingling with delight, her whole body lit up with lust and expectation.

“Ok girly, let’s see what you can do with that mouth,” Harlan grunted as he lifted himself off Madeline and grabbed her neck and pushed her face into his groin.

His pubis was freshly washed and smelled of cologne and Madeline lapped at his hard rod and cupped his scrotum and Harlan moaned. He found Madeline's penis and rubbed it through her panties and pantyhose and sparklets of pleasure erupted from her groin and Madeline groaned and engulfed Harlan’s turgid staff and began to suckle it. She used her lips on the shaft and her tongue on his glans and was rewarded with a mouth full of creamy semen as he instantaneously ejaculated.

He held her there, forcing Madeline to swallow his issue as his cock juddered in her mouth, spewing forth the warm, salty musky sperm. Madeline pushed his hand away from her neck, he didn’t need to hold her there because she had no intention of moving. She loved the feel of Harlan’s cock exploding in her mouth and his semen tasted delightful. She was so excited that Harlan felt a puddle of warm viscous goop bubble up in the front of her panties as Madeline ejaculated too.

She was so excited feeling Harlan’s hard cock pulsing and throbbing between her lips and his seed filling her mouth so fast that she struggled to swallow it while Harlan stroked her rampant member through her panties and pantyhose, eliciting a premature but very welcome orgasm.

“Oh my god, we’re both coming together. You are fucking hot girly!” Harlan squealed.

Madeline worked her lips and her tongue on Harlan's cock until he was drained but he did not become flaccid, if anything his cock was even harder.

“Ok, let’s see how tight that ass of yours is,” Harlan growled and rolled Madeline onto the bed face down.

He was too impatient to remove her panties and instead he pushed the gusset aside and tore a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose and jabbed at the crease of her buttocks with his steely appendage.

The drawer on the bedside table was filled with personal lubricants, including exotic flavours as well was sex toys and dilators but it was well out of reach. But although she had never been one, Madeline subscribed to the Girl Scout motto: ‘Be Prepared’ and prior to her evening encounter had inserted several capsules filled with silicone lubricant inside her anus.

They had dissolved releasing the lubricant and Harlan enjoyed a silky-smooth welcome as his penis entered Madeline’s perfectly lubricated tush.

Silky-smooth the welcome might have been for Harlan but for Madeline it felt like someone had driven a red hot spike into her rectum and she bucked and shuddered under him, kicking and writhing as she tried to shake him off.

“It’s all right girly, just lie there and get used to it. You’ll like it soon enough,” Harlan chuckled as he pinned Madeline to the bed, holding her down on the satin sheets as she writhed beneath him.

At that moment she hated Harlan Cooter not so much because of the pain he had inflicted on her when he had unceremoniously impaled her on his hard cock but mainly because he was right. As he lay still on top of her with his cock buried in her ass and his weight on her panty-clad buttocks, the burning sensation began to dissipate and in its place a warm delightful tingling began to bloom.

The pleasure receptors in Madeline’s sphincter began to light up as the girth of Harlan’s steely shaft stimulated them, his glans pressed on her prostate invoking a decadent feeling of sensuality that she had never felt before. Her cock, encased in the gossamer pantyhose and silky satin panties pressed into the satin sheets throbbing with titillation. The weight of Harlan’s body pressing into hers was comforting, especially his groin pressing on her buttocks.

Harlan sensed this and slowly began to fuck her.

Madeline moaned like a slattern as Harlan drove his cock slowly in and out of her tight anus, extracting his penis until his glans was encircled by her tight pink sphincter and then driving it back inside her.

“Oh god,” Madeline moaned as her pleasure centres lit up.

She pushed back against Harlan as best she could, encouraging him to put every millimetre of his turgid weapon in her as far as it would go. She wriggled her buttocks enticingly as a sense of deep fulfilment radiated from deep inside her rectum and her penis tingled with delight.

Harlan rolled Madeline over, and as he entered her again, she lifted her buttocks to facilitate his entry and wrapped her arms and legs around him and sought his mouth with hers. She clung to him, kissing him, bucking under him, making him drive his cock deep inside her. She scissored her nylon-sheathed legs on his sensitive flanks and raked her heels on his flesh, and scratched his back with her long red fingernails, encouraging him to fuck her harder.

The feel of his rock-hard member driving in and out of her tight ass was indescribably pleasurable and her cock pressing on his belly, still trapped inside her panties, was throbbing and aching for release.

Harlan drove his tongue deep inside her mouth to stifle a scream as he orgasmed and his cock exploded deep in her anus, spewing forth its searing glutinous issue. He felt Madeline’s scalding issue on his belly at the same time and he loved her for it. They joy of simultaneous orgasms was not often experienced and Harlan adored her for it.

Madeline’s cock was rubbing on Harlan’s hard belly, the silkiness of her pantyhose and panties eliciting featherlight circlets of delight from it as her issue oozed from the eye. Her anus was palpitating, gripping Harlan’s cock, milking him of every drop of his spend as her sphincter dilated causing her anus to ripple with freshets of intense pleasure whilst his bloated prong pressed on her prostate causing a bloom of intense delight.

They lay in each other’s arms and kissed and canoodled until Harlan’s cock became flaccid and fell out of her anus with an audible plop. A rivulet of spunk gushed from her sphincter and soaked her nylons.

They drank champagne and did it all over again until Brian pounded on the door insisting that Harlan’s time was up. Commissioner or not, Madeline had other men to pleasure.

After Harlan left Madeline cleaned herself up, refreshed her makeup and changed into fresh pantyhose and panties. Brian took the key to the VIP from her and issued her with a passkey to one of the regular comfort rooms where Madeline worked late into the early hours of the morning satisfying the rest of her Trade. She went to bed sore and exhausted.

Madeline was Harlan’s favourite for about a week and then a new Comfort Girl became available and his interest in Madeline waned.

Madeline settled down into her life as a Comfort Girl, content with her lot in life until the fateful day she was kidnapped by Billy Brody and his troop of Revolutionaries.

NOW

Victoria Eglin

Victoria complained bitterly about being cuffed but the City Guards in the Humvee remained silent and surly. When the convoy passed through gates of Durden City the Humvee carrying Victoria peeled off from the other vehicles and sped on to the Breeding Facility.

As the vehicle drove through the entrance into the Breeding Facility it struck Victoria just how much it looked like a prison, which for all intents and purposes it was: a prison for the female population.

Pope Durden was in full combat uniform and when the Humvee came to a stop in the courtyard he moved in and opened the door to the vehicle and helped Victoria alight. He was overly caring and attentive and then Victoria saw that they were being filmed.

The story that Michael Durden had led a raiding party to rescue Victoria Eglin would be all over the media with pictures of her chained to the light post and video of her being assisted from the vehicle by the man who had rescued her. Pope would give an interview and embellish the story further, proclaiming to the citizens of Durden City that he would not tolerate the Revolutionaries stealing their women.

No mention would be made of the ransom paid or the Comfort Girl left behind.

With the welcome home festivities completed Victoria was led in handcuffs to her quarters to await Pope Durden who arrived sans-uniform, wearing a smoking jacket and drinking bourbon on the rocks. Victoria had been given only water and was still cuffed when Pope entered the room.

“Take the cuffs off please Michael,” Victoria offered him her wrists.

“You look like shit and you smell like it too,” Pope sniffed the air distastefully and ignored her outstretched wrists and walked to the bar.

“What did you expect?” Victoria bristled.

“How many of them raped you?” he turned her way as he poured bourbon over ice.

“All of them,” Victoria whispered.

“Was it rape though or did you just lie back and enjoy it like you used to in the breeding chambers?” Pope sneered at her.

“I fought them at first. You can see what happened,” Victoria sighed.

“Are you going to uncuff me?” Victoria held out her wrists again but Pope ignored them and sipped his drink eyeing her critically.

She was wearing the same red satin sheath dress she had been wearing when she was captured but it was stained and the bodice was ripped. Pope stepped into her and unzipped the garment and let it fall as far as the sleeves caught at her wrists would allow.

Her brassiere straps had been cut, almost certainly by men fuelled by lust, leching after something they seldom, if ever, got to touch. Her panties were semen-stained and torn in the seat, her black fully-fashioned hold-up stockings were similarly stained and full of runners. Her red pumps were scuffed and the soles caked in a veneer of filth.

She smelled like an animal, sweaty and musky; her hair was a tangled mess and her makeup was smeared over her face.

The previous evening in Freetown she and Billy had what amounted to an orgy of sex, Billy ejaculating in Victoria numerous times. Susan had supervised and joined in the debauchery. While this was happening a needs must situation was being dealt with. Volunteer troopers in the ops centre barracks room were watching pornography whilst masturbating into Victoria’s panties and nylons, some of them spending their issue on her dress.

Sacrifices had to be made if Victoria was going to pass scrutiny when she returned to Durden City.

Pope studied the mouse under her right eye and her split lip and the yellow-purple bruises on her upper body.

“But you stopped fighting,” it wasn’t a question it was statement.

Victoria lowered her wrists and bowed her head in shame.

It was all the answer that Pope needed.

He stepped into Victoria and pushed his fingers inside her tattered panties. Her vulva was swollen and tender and she hissed. He pushed two fingers inside her and she winced. He could feel the glutinous congealed smegma inside her bruised vagina.

Pope withdrew his fingers and sniffed.

“Just like when you were a breeder and I would come to you after your shift in the breeding chamber,” Pope inhaled the stench on his fingers.

“You wouldn’t let me bathe. You insisted that I come to you like that,” Victoria hissed.

Pope would never admit it but it was a form of self-punishment, making love to the woman he adored after she had been used by strangers. He loved Victoria but he hated her for what she was, even though he knew that she had no control over her life.

“So how many?” Pope leered at Victoria.

“I don’t know. I lost count,” Victoria whimpered.

“And some would have come back for seconds,” he taunted her.

Victoria said nothing.

“Did they fuck you before they let you go?” Pope plunged his fingers back inside Victoria’s vagina.

He circled her clitoris with his thumb and god help her Victoria felt herself releasing fresh juices. Pope had liked fucking her after her shift in the breeding chamber and she was used to him attending to her while her vagina was still tender and she was full of semen from unknown donors. She had become conditioned to it and because she loved him she had endured it and come to enjoy it because the man she loved enjoyed it.

“The two men who shackled me to the post both had a go,” Victoria lied matter-of-factly.

“Really?” Pope stirred his fingers in Victoria’s vagina and found the erogenous zone at the front of her vaginal wall while his thumb circled her sensitive nubbin.

Victoria gasped.

She didn’t need to act. Pope was genuinely arousing her. She was conditioned like Pavlov's dog to respond. She could see that he was concupiscent; his robe was tented where his erect penis bulged the velvet fabric.

Pope dragged Victoria over to the occasional table by her cuffs and bent her over it.

He was mercifully swift, plunging his rampant member through the gaping hole in the seat of her panties into her putrid maw. He could feel the congealed issue of other men inside Victoria and memories of the silent rage he felt returned as he pulled Victoria’s head back by her matted hair and drove his cock in and out of her vagina.

Victoria gasped not only with pain but also with pleasure as Pope rammed his cock into her aching sheath. He had an arm around her belly so he could finger her clitoris while he ravished her. Recollections of the past flooded her brain: Pope making love to her after she had returned from breeding chamber, his need so powerful that he often took her two or three times before he would let her bathe.

She felt his bloated phallus, as engorged and swollen as it had ever been, fill her vagina. He tickled her clitoris and freshets of vaginal juices began to flow. The stench of sex filled the air and assailed their nostrils.

Victoria screamed as a colossal orgasm wracked her body, Pope pulling her head back by her hair, pounding his cock in and out of her clunge, his pelvis slapping into her buttocks still clad in her tattered panties.

She felt his member swell and palpitate as he spewed his issue deep inside her and Pope gasped and bit down on her shoulder.

They both shuddered and moaned and uttered obscenities until they were done, then Pope pushed Victoria off his still rampant member and she fell to the floor.

“Suck it clean,” he growled, tangling his fingers in her hair, pushing his cock into her mouth.

She did so and heaven help her she became aroused yet again as she suckled Pope’s stiff rod, licking the sperm and vaginal goop from it; using her tongue expertly to elicit droplets of pre-seminal fluid.

Victoria had been instructed by Susan to bend to Pope’s will and willingly participate in all and any sexual perversions he requested but she didn’t need to pretend; she was lascivious and prurient, aching for him. She wanted him and she needed him, despite her hatred and loathing.

He pushed her face out of his groin and she fell to the floor on her back and Pope mounted her again, climaxing almost as soon as he was inside her. Victoria wrapped her tattered stocking-clad legs around him and held him tight as she came right along with him, his kisses stinging her bruised lips.

Pope was finally done.

He helped Victoria to her feet and picked up the house phone and spoke. Victoria remained silent, her head bowed while Pope poured her a drink which he handed to her without a sound.

Silvia Cornish entered the room and saw the state that Victoria was in. She could smell the scent of sex and knew instinctively what had happened.

“Get her cleaned up and then bring her back here to me,” Pope tossed Silvia a set of handcuff keys and dismissed the two women.

As they were leaving the room Pope called out to Victoria.

“What happened to the Comfort Girl?” he asked.

“Madeline? Last I saw of her she was being gang raped by those fuckers,” Victoria hissed.

“I doubt she will last much longer,” Victoria added.

“Comfort Girls are easily replaced; females are not,” Pope shrugged his shoulders and turned on the television to watch himself on the nightly news.

Madeline Smith

It was still early but Freetown was busy as Madeline jogged down the dirt road past the repair shop and fuelling station where lightweight fighting vehicles and ranks of Humvees were parked nose out. She had finished her workout in the gym and would complete her ten kilometre run at the latrines as was her morning routine.

She was wearing black lycra tights and a red nylon/elastin crop top. Since arriving in Freetown she had firmed up an already svelte body and added some muscle. She was still very feminine and the body-hugging tights and crop top showcased her tight bubble-butt, full perky breasts and long well-formed legs. The men who were up and around this early appreciated the show as she jogged past them.

She stopped at the latrines and took a deep breath before she entered the porta potty and took care of business, then she jogged back to the quarters she shared with Virgil, deliberately banging the steel door closed to wake him.

“Fuck Madeline; it’s still early,” Virgil rolled over, intending to grab some more shuteye.

But Madeline had other plans and leapt on the bed and snuggled up to him.

Virgil had been on an overnight patrol with his troop to Telegraph Hill whilst Madeline had scored sentry duty, keeping post on the wall of the stacked containers. Now a fully qualified Trooper she went into the regular rotation of collateral duties.

“You stink,” Virgil whined, pulling the coverlet around him as Madeline snuggled up to him deliberately annoying him.

“You didn’t say that to me the last time we were out on reconnaissance when you dragged me into that house in Odessa,” She nibbled his earlobe and he tried to bat her away.

“Yeah, well that was different. I hadn't been up all night on patrol and you weren’t sweaty from the gym,” Virgil whined, burrowing deeper under the covers.

“I was wearing my dusty ACU and smelled of gun oil, cordite and Humvee exhaust fumes,” she snuggled up to the lump of man under the coverlet.

“Go away. Let me sleep,” Virgil whined.

“Maybe I’ll go for a walk around Freetown in my slinky PT gear. There are plenty of men who’d appreciate my attention. I see them looking,” Madeline teased.

“Yeah. Go suck a few dicks in the motor pool and leave me alone,” Virgil mumbled.

“Right! That’s it asshole!” Madeline gripped the coverlet and pulled on it, toppling Virgil out of bed.

“You bitch!” he sprang to his feet and pinned Madeline against the wall.

He pushed her arms up high and pressed his body against her as she struggled to break free. Virgil was dressed only in boxer shorts and his penis poked out of the fly, still erect from nocturnal penile tumescence. It pressed against her lycra tights.

Madeline’s wrists were sweaty and she was able to free one of her hands and she jabbed him playfully in his hard belly then grabbed his dick and squeezed.

“You always have to win don’t you?” Virgil winced.

He snatched her hand away and pinned it back against the wall.

“You’re getting old and slow Sergeant Benning. Maybe I need to trade you in for a younger model,” she nipped his ear and he yelped.

“I’m man enough for you Trooper Smith,” Virgil tried to kiss her but she moved her face aside.

“But you’ll do for now,” Madeline broke into a grin and kissed Virgil tenderly.

“I think I’ll keep you around for a little while,” she cheekily kissed him quickly on side of the mouth.

“You’ve kinda grown on me,” she kissed him again and Vigil let go of her arms and she wrapped them around him.

“Come shower with me and then we can get some chow,” Madeline squeezed his cock again.

Virgil slipped his hand between her legs and found her semi-tumescent penis lying along her perineum. It still amazed him how she was able to present herself tucked, exhibiting a perfect feminine mons pubis in her panties or when she wore tight pants.

“I should be mad at you for waking me so early,” Virgil removed his hand from between her legs.

“Yeah you should. But you love me,” Madeline gave him a mischievous smile.

“Yes. I love you,” Virgil said suddenly serious.

“Well that works out perfect because I love you too,” Medline leaned in and kissed him again.

She led him to the shower and showed Virgil just how much she loved him and he soon stopped complaining.

Freshly showered, Madeline rubbed her hair vigorously with a fluffy towel. Her shoulder-length jet black hair was now cut into a short blunt-cut bob with bangs. It was for more practicable and manageable in her role as a trooper, slipped easily under her Advanced Combat Helmet and was easy to keep clean.

She put on makeup. Even though she was now a trained fighting machine, her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to step outside without makeup. Besides if Commander Solister could wear makeup in uniform so could she – what was good for the goose was also good for the gander.

Madeline slipped into a dri-fit sports bra which gave her support under her khaki t-shirt and ACU blouse and allowed her skin to breathe. Next she slipped into a pair of cheap black pantyhose, one of nearly fifty packages that she had commandeered from an abandoned Walmart. They weren’t worn for the aesthetic, they were worn so that she could easily slip into her skin-tight ACU pants which she had tailored to accentuate her legs and butt. When Susan Solister had seen Madeline wearing them she ordered Madeline into her office to teach her how to alter her own pants accordingly.

She slipped a pair of plain black nylon-lycra panties over her pantyhose and then lay on the bed so she could shimmy into her ACU pants. She tucked in her t-shirt put her combat blouse on over it and laced her boots.

Virgil was sitting on a kitchen chair reading an ancient magazine waiting patiently for her. During their recon missions together they had acquired more furniture and homewares. The marine grade plywood walls were painted pastel colours, the floor a slate grey, scattered with throw rugs. Framed prints adorned the walls and the rickety table had been replaced by a small country-kitchen dining suite, even though they mostly ate in the mess.

The double bed had been replaced by a king with a Helix mattress and Egyptian cotton sheets. An armoire held all of Madeline's feminine attire whilst a functional wardrobe was home to their uniforms and Virgil’s civilian clothing.

The extra furniture made the space feel a little confined but homely and even though he complained about it Virgil appreciated the woman’s touch that Madeline had brought to their little abode.

Six months ago, having proven herself in combat and passed the necessary written intelligence tests, Madeline had been recommended for promotion to Trooper by her Troop Captain and her promotion was supported by Major William Brody.

She had been brought before Commander Susan Solister for her promotion to be confirmed.

“How long have you been with us Smith?” Susan arched her brow.

“Coming up on a year now ma’am,” Madeline stood at attention and stared straight ahead.

“Well you should be proud of yourself. You proved me wrong. I’d have had you thrown on the heap if Sergeant Benning hadn't rescued you,” Susan said, her voice a little gravelly.

“That’s ok ma’am. I rescued him not long after,” Madeline couldn’t help feeling a little smug.

“Leave us please gentlemen,” Susan nodded at Madeline’s Troop Captain, Billy Brody and Virgil Benning who were present at the little promotion ceremony.

When they had the room to themselves Susan turned to Madeline.

“At ease Trooper, please sit,” Susan indicated an easy chair and she sat down opposite Madeline.

“I was a cunt to you,” Susan began and held up a palm to silence Madeline when she tried to protest.

“I let those men rape you and I was going to have you killed,” Susan admitted.

“Ma’am I was a Comfort Girl all my life. I know it sounds insane but I never understood what rape was, I was conditioned never to say no. You're right, Sergeant Virgil Benning saved me ma’am but in my own way I saved him. I made him a better person,” Madeline almost whispered.

“You make everyone you meet a better person Madeline; I certainly envy your vivacity and congeniality. I know it can’t be easy in a city full of men. I’m their Commander but I still feel their eyes on me,” Susan confessed.

“They know that I’m Virgil’s and his by choice, just like they know, unofficially of course, that’s you're Major Brody’s.” Madeline smiled.

“Well, I like to think of him as mine,” Susan smiled but and the sarcastic curl resurfaced like a piece of paper charring in the ashtray.

“Anyway I just want to say I’m sorry and that I’m proud of you,” Susan stood and Madeline stood too and Susan hugged her briefly.

“Us girls have gotta stick together,” Madeline smiled.

Susan gave her reproachful look and Madeline realised that she had gone too far.

The men were called back into the office and the promotion ceremony was concluded. When Madeline left the office in company with her Troop Captain and Troop Sergeant, Susan came to the door and called out, stopping them in the ops centre.

“You're right Madeline, us girls have gotta stick together,” Susan winked at Madeline and the closed the door.

The ceremony seemed like a lifetime ago. Her life in Durden City as a Comfort Girl seemed like dream, Madeline thought to herself as she and Virgil walked to the mess.

They queued up in line for breakfast, both of them loading up their plates. They worked hard and needed the fuel and burned the calories with strenuous work and exercise. As a Comfort Girl Madeline had eaten like a bird, conscious of her figure. Eating like a bird also meant that sanitary preparation for her shift in the Comfort Palace each day took very little time: ‘when the water runs clear, you’re clean as a queen,’ was the little mnemonic she and the other Comfort Girls had been taught growing up.

“How was Telegraph Hill?” Madeline asked, shovelling eggs and bacon into her mouth.

“Mostly boring. The troop kept watch while I waited for the transmission. The data burst didn’t come until around three AM,” Virgil washed down pancakes with coffee.

Victoria Eglin had been given a communications schedule worked out by the intelligence team in the ops centre but it was a loose schedule. Victoria could only transmit the intelligence she had gathered when she was sure that it was safe to do so.

Initially the information that she sent was of little value because her access to sensitive information was restricted. Victoria’s ransomed return had been treated sceptically by Pope Durden at first. It took a while before Victoria was trusted enough to be reinstated as Pope’s confidant and co-conspirator in his ‘girls for gold’ scheme.

Once Pope was satisfied that Victoria could be trusted he put her back in charge of the Breeding Facility. He needed to keep his secret dealings with the other city states as close-hold as possible and Victoria knew how to conduct those transactions on his behalf. She knew how to cook the books, as it were, to make the breeding program appear to be legitimate.

Victoria needed to re-establish trust and she knew that Pope was watching her. She strongly suspected that Silvia Cornish had taken her place in Pope’s bed while she was a prisoner in Freetown and had been Pope’s confidant during her absence. Victoria maintained her love affair with Silvia but she no longer trusted her but she used Silvia to feed Pope information to verify that what she told Pope had happened to her in Freetown was the truth.

It was time consuming and often difficult for Victoria to extract the incriminating information she needed from the complex encrypted system and then to re-encrypt and compress it into packages that she could send as files via her mobile phone to the Revolutionaries. Keeping to the agreed schedule was difficult because she was seldom by herself in the evenings and attempting to do so in daylight was just too dangerous.

So the Revolutionaries kept a patrol on Telegraph Hill from dusk until dawn every night waiting for Victoria to send them messages from her phone.

“I dropped the phone off at the ops centre and went straight to bed. I was sleeping soundly until some sweaty floozy kicked me out of bed,” Virgil gave Madeline a sarcastic smile around his sausage and egg filled mouth.

Madeline kicked him under table and he winced.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” she admonished him.

“You should take your own advice. You were quite verbal in the shower this morning darling,” Virgil quipped which resulted in his being kicked in the shins again but Madeline was smiling.

“Benning, Smith, the Commander wants to see you in her office at noon,” their Troop Captain barked as he approached their table, his tray loaded with own breakfast.

“What’s it about sir?” Virgil asked.

“Fucked if I know, I’m not on the need-to-know list. Mind if I join you?” he nodded to a vacant chair.

“Sure, join us,” Virgil replied.

It was not unusual for other troopers to want to join Virgil and Madeline. At first the troopers had been jealous of Virgil and sceptical of Madeline until she proved that she was just as good as any of them. She slowly and begrudgingly earned their respect out in the field performing as well as any of the other troopers and had shown nerve, tenacity and courage under fire.

Madeline also had an engaging personality, some of it came from her Comfort Girl training but the longer she was away from Durden City the more her own personality had developed. She was funny and intelligent and ready to give as much as she got when the banter became risqué and bawdy. It helped that she was easy on the eye and Madeline was aware that a lot of the camaraderie and admiration she received was from men who would gladly jump her bones if she let them.

“How was your shift Trooper Smith?” the captain asked, sipping coffee.

“Boring sir but I know its essential work,” Madeline replied.

“We all have to pull our weight when it comes to guard duty. You’re due back on the recon roster with Sargent Benning but I seem to think the Commander has another task for you. Not that I’m privy to what happens in the op centre mind you,” the captain munched toast.

“Shit rolls down downhill sir,” Madeline gave him one of the trooper’s catchphrases.

“And gripes go up, not down,” but you seldom whine Trooper Smith.

“I’d rather be out in the field than in the rear with the gear sir but I shut up and colour when I’m required to do so,” Madeline smiled and stuck another pancake in her mouth.

Madeline spoke like one of the guys, using military slang when she was in uniform. Out of uniform she maintained her femininity and the men were courteous and polite to her at such times. Virgil kept a close eye on her but he wasn’t possessive. The troopers liked the hardnosed Trooper Smith and respected her as one of their own but they also liked the attractive and engaging woman she became when off duty.

“I still can’t really fathom you sometimes Madeline but I’ll tell you this; I’m glad you’re in my troop,” the captain smiled at her and then nodded his head at Virgil.

At exactly twelve midday Sergeant Benning and Trooper Smith stood at parade rest in Commander Solister’s office. She told them to relax and had coffee brought in.

“I’ll get right to it Madeline,” Susan began, surprising Madeline by speaking so informally to her.

“I need you to go back to Durden City, Victoria is in trouble and needs your help,” Susan said solemnly.

To be continued

Victoria Eglin

Silvia Cornish tried her best to comfort Victoria and even tried to get in the shower with her but Victoria was not in the mood.

“Leave me alone Silvia. Make yourself useful and get me something for my cuts and bruises,” Victoria pushed Silvia away.

Victoria threw the filthy cum-stained clothing she was wearing in the trash and cranked up the water as hot as she could stand it and washed her filthy body, mindful of her black eye, split lip and bruised ribs. She cleaned her sex, douching several times and finally she washed her hair.

Silvia returned with salves and a cold compresses for Victoria’s eye and her ribs. She helped Victoria dry her hair and put on her makeup.

Silvia had brought in babydoll pyjamas for Victoria to wear and finally gave her some paracetamol.

Billy Brody had done a good job beating up Victoria. Her injuries were convincing and substantiated her story.

“I need a drink,” Victoria said when she was finally clean and feeling better.

“You shouldn’t drink whilst you're medicated,” Silvia said reproachfully.

“Get me a fucking drink Silvia. Pope hasn’t finished interrogating me and I’m going to need it,” Victoria slipped into sheer-to the waist pantyhose, full-cut satin panties and kitten heels and put on the babydoll pyjamas.

Silvia returned with a double gin and tonic in a highball glass and handed it to Victoria who supressed the urge to gulp it down. She’d need a clear head for what was coming.

“Pope wants to see you,” Silvia said forebodingly.

Silvia stood and gritted her teeth a little with the pain.

“Was it bad?” Silvia whispered.

“What do you think?” Victoria hissed and hobbled to the opulent, open-plan lounge room where Pope sat, still wearing his smoking jacket and sipping bourbon on ice.

“I should probably hand you over to my interrogation team but I prefer to hear what you have to say myself. If you're honest that won’t be necessary,” Pope said smugly and placed his mobile phone on the glass-top table.

“Take a seat. Get comfortable, this is going to take a while. Silvia, bring over the gin, a bottle of tonic and an ice bucket and a bottle of bourbon for me then get the fuck out,” Pope gave her a crocodile smile.

Victoria sat across from Pope and made herself as comfortable as possible.

“Why did they let you go?” Pope began the interrogation and hit voice record on his phone.

Victoria began her well-rehearsed tale. As with most good lies, her story contained elements of truth.

“Put simply the ransom was worth more to those scum than I was. Once they had all had a turn with me their leader knew that his men would continue to fight and squabble over me until I was useless to them,” Victoria whispered.

“They're just like you say they are: not much more than an organised rabble, one step above the scavengers,” Victoria’s timbre became stronger as she got into it.

She didn’t know where the Revolutionaries base of operations was because she had been blindfolded when she was taken there and again when she was transported to the ransom rendezvous. She didn’t know where she was held but it appeared to be a group of rundown buildings that the Revolutionaries had rudimentarily fortified, possibly in or somewhere near Odessa, she couldn’t be sure.

The Revolutionaries had a leader (of course she made no mention of the fact that their leader was a woman) but his control over his men was fragile and discipline was poor. Their equipment was old and poorly maintained and their raids into Durden City and on Pope’s convoys were opportunistic and not well planned.

When they attacked the television studio they had no idea that Victoria or the Comfort Girl were there; their goal was to try to knock out the broadcasting facility but when they found the two women the men had become undisciplined and disobeyed their leader, insisting on abandoning their mission and taking the women as prizes.

There was no doubt that the Revolutionaries were formidable fighters, there was plenty of evidence of that, but they were opportunistic hunter gatherers.

Victoria had to be careful. She couldn’t describe the Revolutionaries as a disorganised throng; there was too much evidence to the contrary but she played down their organisational and planning skills and reported their number to be a fraction of what they actually were.

“Also they are poorly supplied, that's why the fuel, ammunition, food and vehicles they demanded were worth more to them than I was,” Victoria explained.

Victoria extrapolated and elaborated her story, careful to ensure that what she said was based on the observations of someone who had been held captive in one room for most of time she was their prisoner and had spent most of her time on her back, servicing the sexual needs of a succession of men.

“What about the Comfort Girl?” Pope asked.

“Madeline? She was held in a room next door to mine. I could hear them… you know… using her. I only know her from The Mating Game and the time we spent handcuffed and blindfolded when we were captured,” Victoria sounded dismissive of the Comfort Girl.

“They knew that she would be virtually worthless to you so they kept her to… well you can guess why they kept her,” Victoria tried to sound flippant.

The interrogation went on for hours, Pope made Victoria tell the story over and over; trying to catch her out in a lie but eventually he began to believe her. Her story made sense and corroborated what Pope thought he knew about the Revolutionaries. She played to Pope’s vanity: of course everything that Pope thought about the Revolutionaries was true. His assessment of his enemies was astute and accurate.

“Okay, I’m going to send a doctor in here to see to your injuries and when you are well enough you can resume your duties,” Pope clicked off the recorder.

“Until then you won’t be much use to me. Silvia has been deputising for me here in your absence and will continue to do so until you are fit enough to take the reins,” Pope stood up and adjusted his jacket.

“Has she been deputising for me in the bedroom too?” Victoria tried to sound jealous, once again playing to Pope’s vanity.

“She’s not as good as you are in bed but I’ve taught her a few things. You will be performing those duties too once your cunt is up to it. I want to hear more about what those men did to you. You’re a whore of course so you probably enjoyed every second of it, just like you did in the breeding chambers. It would have been like old times for you I suppose,” Pope stroked Victoria’s cheek but his words were designed to be like acid poured on her wounds.

Pope loved Victoria in his own sick way but he couldn’t help hurting her emotionally and sometimes physically whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Victoria pretended to be hurt by what Pope said to her but she was secretly gloating. He had swallowed her story hook, line, and sinker.

Pope did send a doctor to tend to Victoria’s wounds but the doctor was also tasked with making a forensic examination of Victoria’s body to confirm that her injuries were consistent with her story. The doctor confirmed that Victoria’s injuries were compatible with someone putting up a struggle and being beaten into submission. The bruises on her wrists were consistent with her being cuffed for an extended period and her vulva and vagina were bruised in keeping with someone who had undergone rigorous intercourse possibly with multiple partners.

The doctor was unable to confirm this via a vaginal swab because Victoria had douched in the shower but her clothing was recovered from the trash and the lab technician described the stains on her dress, underwear and hosiery as ‘a primordial soup of semen and bodily fluids’.

When Victoria heard the results of the forensic report she was glad that Susan had been astute enough to get volunteer troopers to come to the ops centre barracks and masturbate into Victoria’s panties and nylons and over her dress while they watched pornography.

Victoria’s story was believable and verified by medical and scientific examinations. She was returned to ‘full duties’, as Pope referred to them, and she undertook them enthusiastically.

Unlike his grandfather and his father before him Pope realised that the world was slowly and inextricably recovering from the disasters of world war three, the civil wars and the ravages of SARS X. The new world would look nothing like it did before the pandemic of course but if history had taught men nothing else it was that empires fall and new ones take their place.

What was once the United States of America was a collection of city-states stretching across the land, most ruled by leaders like him; the citizens working as vassals for the common good. Trade between the cities was increasing, some cities were rich in commodities, they were farming, growing cereal crops and raising cattle and sheep. Other cities were rich in technology and manufacturing, whilst others preyed on the other cities taking what they wanted by force.

Durden City was a fortress where oil production and refinement was the main trading staple. Being one of the first cities to arise out of the Armageddon it was the most sophisticated and organised and traded petroleum products for what the city lacked in other staples.

What all of the city-states had in common was a dearth of females. Some had set up breeding programs similar to Durden City but they were late to the party; Durden City held the largest brood stock of females on the continent and females were the most valuable resource and Pope was willing to trade. A consortium of cities traded with one and other, with gold as the agreed standard under a system whereby nearly all cities fixed the value of their currencies and credits in terms of a specified amount of gold.

This made sense if the shattered nation was going to emerge from its current feudal archetype and Pope wanted to be the richest citizen of whatever new world was coming.

There were many secrets to Pope's success as a people smuggler. The first was absolute secrecy. Only a select few had access to the breeding program data and the mechanics of the program itself and everyone was kept compartmentalised. Access to the Breeding Facility was tightly controlled. Except for the Brood Mothers no one had access to the young virgin breeders except for the medical staff.

Even the Commissioners, who were permitted one-on-one dalliances with the female breeders, were not allowed anywhere in The Breeding Facility except for the bedrooms put aside for that purpose or the comfort chambers. The most trusted members of the City Guard, a small elite force called the Praetorian Guard policed the population and protected the Breeding Facility. They also guarded and escorted the Comfort Girls when they left the Comfort Palaces and as recompense, were given gratis access to the Comfort Girls.

The breeders themselves only had each other and the Brood Mothers to converse with. When they were providing sexual congress to the Commissioners they were strictly to forbidden to talk about the mechanics of the breeding program and the fact was that they knew little about it themselves. In the breeding chambers there was little opportunity to strike up a conversation with the men breeding them.

Anyone who became too suspicious was dealt with ruthlessly by Pope Durden; Harlan Cooter being a case in point.

Pope only traded females that had not yet entered the breeding program or had retired. While the females were in the breeding program they were to some extent public property. They were publicly advertised and some men had their favourites; their disappearance would be noticed. But girls not yet active in the program and women who were retired were sequestered away from the public.

But Pope couldn’t pull all of the strings himself. He needed people he could trust implicitly inside the Breeding Facility. Someone who selected which girls and women to trade, someone to keep the females disciplined, repressed and compartmentalised, someone who had unfettered access to Durden City’s data banks, someone to cook the books so to speak.

That person was Victoria Eglin and her accomplice was Silvia Cornish.

This was another reason that Pope was disposed to believe the story of her capture and release. Victoria was just too valuable to him.

Madeline Smith

Madeline lay on the bed dressed in a red satin chemise with matching bikini panties and black fifteen denier hold-up stockings and red fuck-me high heels. Her short black bob accentuated a face painted to perfection, her emerald green eyes framed by her bangs.

It was to be their last night together before they went back into Durden City. For over a year Madeline had been Virgil's concubine, mistress, paramour or courtesan; pick a label. Madeline didn’t have one. She was in love with Virgil Benning and he was in love with her. They were devoted to each other and Madeline wanted tonight to be special.

Virgil came out of the shower and found her lying like that on the big bed, her fragrance wafting across the room, exciting him. As soon as he saw her lying on the bed like that, smelling her, knowing that she was his and that she was ready to please him, he was instantly rampant.

He lay down beside her and kissed her tenderly, moving her hand away when she reached for him. Madeline was disappointed but sensed that Virgil had done so because he was on a hair trigger. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had caused him to be in that state.

He kissed her and tasted her sweet breath when his tongue slipped into her mouth and then he mounted her, rubbing his cock against hers as the kisses became more passionate. The feel of his steely rod pressing on her hard phallus shrouded in her red satin panties gave pleasure to them both.

Virgil followed her neck to the hollow of her shoulder with his mouth, kissing and licking her smooth creamy flesh, then he moved down to her breasts and licked around both of her areola until her nipples hardened and Madeline ached for him to touch her ripened teats. She guided his mouth to her teat and Virgil suckled it gently, taking it into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to tease the engorged pink berry. Madeline threw back her head and moaned.

He circled his cock against hers, grinding it, feeling the heft of it through her panties. He could feel her panties becoming damp with pre-ejaculate and he smiled and moved on to her other nipple giving it the same attention. He alternated between tending to her sensitive breasts, to licking and nipping the hollow of her shoulder which he knew inflamed her desire and then on to her mouth where he kissed her fervidly and stifled her moans. All the time grinding his cock against hers, feeling the head of it poking above the waistband of her panties as it grew to full tumescence.

Madeline was in a paroxysm of bliss and her whole body was tingling but she felt guilty because her intention was to give Virgil her unfettered attention and to pleasure him until he released. He had turned the tables on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him close; sliding her legs along his sensitive flesh knowing that he adored the feel of her nylons on his skin.

Madeline reached between their bodies attempting to take him in hand and guide his manhood to her puckered bud which was aching to be pierced but Virgil outmanoeuvred her. He hooked his forearms under her calves and pushed her legs back, forcing her ankles back up high. He shimmed down her torso and took the head of her cock which was poking proudly above her panty waistband into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue and Madeline screamed with lust and delight as he took her glans into his mouth and suckled it, licking the underside so that the tip of his tongue tickled her fraenulum.

Virgil was rewarded with a flood of sweet, viscous pre-seminal fluid which he gratefully swallowed. Then he took the whole of her phallus into his mouth and began to fellate her. She twisted her fingers in his hair and rose to meet him, her breathing erratic, waves of pleasure radiating from her penis.

Virgil eased aside the gusset of her panties and shifted his attention to her freshly-shaved scrotum, licking the delicate wrinkled flesh, taking one and then the other of her testes into his mouth and gently sucked them causing Madeline to shake and shiver.

Her whole body was alive with pleasure, the centre of which was concentrated in her loins where Virgil alternated between sucking her engorged penis and lapping her scrotum, driving her ever closer to extremis.

When she and Virgil began to live together he had been reluctant to use his mouth on Madeline’s genitals but as they cohabited longer he had become more adventurous with his lovemaking. Whatever measures Madeline used to pleasure him he began to mimic, returning the favour until all his inhibitions had been swept aside.

He licked her perineum, causing Madeline to tug harder on his hair, the delicate ringlets of pleasure coming from her grundle were delightful but she wanted him to take her in his mouth and finish what he had started. She ached for release.

But Virgil moved on and he drove his tongue into her delicate pink puckered sphincter and Madeline screamed. He was holding her legs open, her feet high in the air, her pubis fully exposed and her lover was licking her sphincter and lapping at her taint and there was nothing she could do but lie back and enjoy his ministrations.

She thought that she would faint if Virgil didn’t give her release soon. He kept licking her sphincter, lapping her perineum and scrotum and softly sucking her penis, rotating his attention to each pleasure centre, sensing when she was about to climax and then moving on. He was edging Madeline ever closer to climax but never letting her achieve it.

Madeline was wriggling, moaning and whimpering; wrenching at his scalp almost painfully; trying to guide his mouth to her penis to induce her orgasm.

When Virgil sensed that she couldn’t take any more he sprang to his knees and without warning he thrust his cock all the way inside Madeline's slick anus.

She screamed as jets of scalding semen erupted from her trembling phallus as a massive orgasm overwhelmed her. She was trembling and crying and Virgil held her close and kissed her as his cock shuddered and planted his seed deep in her rectum. Madeline clung to him, feeling his body quake as he deposited his issue inside her, her own penis juddering between their bodies, spilling her seed onto her belly, Virgil’s belly smearing the viscous fluid on their flesh as he humped away at her.

They held each other tight, kissing as if there were no tomorrow, no words needed to be exchanged to express their love for each other. Madeline felt a little cheated because she had imagined herself edging Virgil to extremis until he begged for relief and Virgil, ever the attentive lover, had turned the tables on her and made her beg for her own climax.

Madeline lay in Virgil’s arms feeling the comfort and love that Virgil bestowed on her. She could hardly believe that her life had turned out to be like this: hopelessly in love with one man who was hopelessly in love with her. She had morphed from docile Comfort Girl to a warrior in Susan Solister's Freetown army. She had been given the callsign Battle Angel and she adored it.

And now she was going back to Durden City to her old life.

“It won’t be the same,” Virgil tried to comfort her.

“I don’t want to go back,” Madeline was close to tears.

“You know why you have to,” Virgil mussed her bangs with his fingertips.

“Yes I know why and I will do my duty but I don’t have to like it,” she whispered and Virgil kissed the corner of her mouth.

“I’ll be there with you,” Virgil kissed her lips.

“You’d better be,” she wrapped her arms around him.

“You're a warrior Madeline. You can take care of yourself,” Virgil consoled her.

“Yeah but I’ll feel so much safer knowing that you are there,” Madeline wrapped her legs around Virgil and held him close.

“Make love to me again,” she whispered and Virgil obliged.

Victoria Eglin

Victoria was like a spider in a web with access to every database, online information repository and inventory in Durden City. As a matter of course she had access to sensitive information available only to Pope and herself. It had been a relatively simple task to reactivate Virgil Benning’s personnel file. It had been suspended when he went missing from the City Guard because no one was sure if he had been killed in action, taken prisoner or deserted.

Victoria had reinstated him with the rank of Sergeant and assigned him to the elite unit, the Praetorian Guard so that he had unfettered access to the Breeding Facility and Comfort Palaces. She reactivated his bank account and filled it with credit. Not enough to draw attention but enough to live comfortably and to provide the necessary funds to complete his mission. She assigned him an apartment in an upper-class suburb. It was one of Pope’s new building projects, expanding the city’s infrastructure in anticipation of an ever increasing population and Virgil was the sole occupant.

Madeline’s personnel file had also been deactivated after she was kidnapped. Victoria reactivated it and assigned her to Comfort Place number three. Madeline had worked at Comfort Palace number one for the last few years but it was not unusual to assign Comfort Girls to different Palaces to meet the ebb and flow of commercial demands.

Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning

Virgil wore the full uniform of a Durden City Guard Sergeant and Madeline wore a simple black cocktail dress, hose and sneakers. She would put on her high heels once they were in the city proper. Her new shorter hairstyle was coiffed and she was wearing full makeup. Virgil carried a rucksack and Madeline carried a small suitcase, the contents of both would likely get them executed should they be stopped and searched.

They ran the rat-runs this time as passengers in an APC with a scout car leading the way. As they approached the kill zone around Durden City the vehicles switched off their lights and turned the interior lighting in the personnel carrier to red. The small convoy continued on slowly using the moonlight to find their way to the copse of trees where the vehicles pulled up using the thick growth to shield the heat signatures from their engines.

“I know I’m asking a lot of you Madeline but I wouldn’t send you unless it was absolutely necessary,” Susan surprised Madeline by hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Take care of her sergeant,” Susan said gruffly to Virgil.

“Aye, aye ma’am,” he saluted her and she returned the salute and then surprised him by leaning and kissing the side of his mouth affectionately.

“You two troopers do your fuckin’ duty!” Major Billy Brody said gruffly to them both, but he was choked with emotion.

Both Virgil and Madeline saluted him and he saluted back but even in the red light they would see that he had tears welling in the corners of his eyes. The internal lighting was extinguished completely and Virgil and Madeline exited the rear of the APC, Madeline hanging onto Virgil's webbing because he was wearing NVG.

He directed them to the sewer entrance.

“I fucking hate this place!” Madeline hissed but she climbed gingerly down the ladder.

Vigil passed down the rucksack, her suitcase and his rifle and then he followed her, struggling to put the manhole cover back in place but eventually succeeding.

“I’ll lead and you hang on tight to my webbing,” Virgil said as they both picked up their luggage.

“I don’t see why I can’t have NVG,” Madeline whined.

“The rats are bigger at night so it’s best that you don’t see them,” Virgil couldn’t help niggling her.

“Fuck the rats! Get me to Durden City and don’t get me covered in shit doing so,” Madeline replied.

They both wore disposable facemasks with air fresher inside to nullify most of the stench. Madeline heard the squeal of rats and the splashes they made as Virgil kicked them out of their way into the sewer and she felt the crunch of cockroaches under her feet when they weren't quick enough to scurry away. The smell was offensive but at least it wasn’t as overpowering as it had been last time.

They made steady progress and eventually Virgil climbed a ladder and wrestled with a heavy steel manhole cover and managed to push it aside and they exited the tunnel into the crawlspace under the loading dock. They waited awhile and caught their breath and Madeline took off her facemask and sneakers and hoiked them away. She put on her heels and adjusted her clothing and picked up her suitcase. Comfort Girls did not wander the streets with suitcases without a valid reason.

In a purse inside her suitcase was her SIG Sauer M17 pistol. If she was caught with it she would have a lot explaining to do but Virgil’s Praetorian Guard shoulder patch and his rank should keep any nosy City Guards at bay.

Virgil shouldered his rucksack and his M4 carbine. He wore his M17 pistol in a thigh holster.

It was a long walk from the abandoned warehouse near the Durden City railhead through the industrial district and the housing precinct to downtown. They would have a difficult time explaining their presence in the industrial district and that was where they are most vulnerable. During the kidnapping, the van Virgil had used as a getaway vehicle had taken a long circuitous route through the city. Now at least they could walk directly towards the bright lights of downtown.

The lonely whistle of a railway locomotive pierced the night followed by the of clatter of turnbuckles and buffer stops, then the grinding sound of steel wheels on rails as a train pulled out of the railhead, the engine pulling a succession tank cars filled with petroleum products bound for other city states. A flatcar was connected in front of the engine, a twenty-five millimetre cannon and four 12.7 millimetre machine guns colloquially known as ‘fifty-cals’ were mounted on the car, manned by City Guards.

The Guards were on high alert because the Revolutionaries had been known to attack trains and sabotage railway lines but Virgil and Madeline knew that this train was safe. The Revolutionaries were keeping their powder dry for something bigger.

The huge steel doors in the protective wall around Durden City slid open to allow the train to pass. A platoon of City Guards was ready to repel any invaders that attempted to enter the city through the gap.

Virgil and Madeline hid in the dark and watched the train depart and the gates close behind it and then the platoon of soldiers left to take up their regular duties. Virgil led Madeline through the commercial district and they stopped only when vehicles approached, hunkered in dark doorways. There was no foot traffic until they entered the housing precinct.

Virgil took on an aggressive pose keeping Madeline ahead of him: a Praetorian Guard escorting a Comfort Girl to her place of employment. Madeline commanded some attention from the men they passed and a few whistled or made crude comments but Virgil ignored them and he knew that Madeline was immune to such taunts.

As they approached downtown the foot traffic increased. Men were busy entertaining themselves in the cinemas showing reruns of classic films, drinking in the bars and nightclubs, lining up outside the Comfort Palaces. The neon lights of the Durden City Casino competed with gaudy lights of Comfort Palace number one located adjacent. They continued past, Madeline looked at the building that had been both her home and her prison for many years but she had to admit that at the time she didn’t really think of the Comfort Palace as a prison. It was just a place where she lived and worked.

They continued through the city until they arrived outside of Comfort Palace number three. It was smallest of the Comfort Palaces and was located closest to the Breeding Facility. Comfort Girls from Comfort Palace three were often seconded to assist the Brood Mothers during the day.

“Ok this is it,” Virgil said grimly to Madeline and she nodded and smiled solemnly.

He would have liked to have taken her in his arms and kissed her but such behaviour would be unbecoming his station. Praetorian Guards might have free access to the Comfort Girls but they would never show them affection in public. Virgil gripped Madeline by the arm and took her to the entrance where a Praetorian Guard stood watch.

“She’s a bit old to be transferred between Palaces isn’t she Sarge? She’s either a great lay or she’s due to become a Comfort Granny and Brood Mother,” the soldier commented.

“She’s still a looker though and that body is hot. I might try her out when I finish my shift,” the soldier smirked.

Virgil resisted the urge to punch the man in the face. He knew that this was exactly how the City Guards talked amongst themselves, especially the Praetorians.

“She’s not a bad lay at all but I think her fuckin’ days are over. I think she’s being transferred here so she can start training to be a Brood Mother,” Virgil answered.

“Yeah but she still works nights right? She isn’t a granny yet is she?” the soldier countered and Virgil knew that he was right and to argue with the Praetorian would raise suspicion.

“What do I know or care about what they do with her? She’s just another Comfort Girl I was ordered to bring here from another Comfort Palace,” Virgil growled.

“Sorry Sarge,” the City Guard snapped to attention then he went back to checking the credentials of those men standing in line.

Virgil brushed past the Guard, pushing Madeline ahead of him. He made his way through the crowd past the Trade and Comfort Girls who were drinking, dancing and canoodling and pushed Madeline through the back door to the Trade table where a Comfort Girl was assigning Trade to the girls working that night.

“Is this the new girl?” the young Comfort Girl asked smacking her gum and casting a critical eye over Madeline.

“Her name is Madeline Smith. She’s been reassigned from Comfort Palace number one,” Virgil growled.

“She’s not bad for her age,” the young woman was wearing a nametag that read ‘Kylie’.

‘She is a fucking Kylie,’ Madeline thought to herself but kept schtum.

“She’s been reassigned here so she can understudy the Brood Mothers, she only has a few months left until retirement,” Virgil read a copy of the document that he was holding; Madeline’s transfer order.

Kylie was reading the same document on her screen.

“I don’t need you to tell me my job,” Kylie snapped and clicked her gum.

Quicker that lightning Virgil's hand shot out he grabbed Kylie by the throat.

“When I want to be criticised by a Comfort Girl just out of nappies I’ll ask for it. Shut your mouth you jumped up harlot and direct me to this girl’s quarters. I think I’d rather fuck a beautiful, mature woman like her than an upstart skinny baby-bitch like you,” Virgil growled and pushed Kylie into the wall.

Tears welled in her eyes. Kylie’s supervisor, a man named wearing a name badge that read Mike, looked alarmed but knew better than to intervene. He knew that Kylie’s big mouth would get her into trouble one day.

“She’s back here. The manager at the Breeding Facility, Ms Eglin, mandated that she be given a private room,” Mike said amiably, trying to defuse the situation.

“I’ll take her there myself. Maybe I’ll amuse myself with her for a while,” Virgil smiled wickedly at Mike.

“And get that whore to fuckin’,” he pointed his finger at Kylie.

“Kylie’s rostered off tonight and shouldn’t you just take her to a comfort room,” Mike replied, pointing his finger at Madeline and instantly regretted it.

“Kylie. Go and relieve Marcy in comfort room seven and tell Marcy to come back here and take over the Trade table,” Mike barked.

Kylie looked wounded and was about to answer back but then thought better of it and she stomped off in her fuck-me heels.

“Well that was quite the performance Sergeant,” Virgil looked around and saw a man in a suit wearing a purple sash identifying him as a Commissioner.

“And all for this woman who appears to be very close to retirement but is still an excellent specimen,” the Commissioner walked in a circle around Madeline and examined her.

“I’ll tell you what we are going to do sergeant. You’re going to take, Madeline is it? Madeline’s suitcase to her accommodation and I’m going to take her to a comfort room,” the Commissioner gave Virgil a sleazy grin.

Virgil knew that he couldn’t argue with a Commissioner. Both he and Madeline knew that she would likely have to tend some Trade while she was staying at the Comfort Palace, it was almost impossible for her not to. But they had hoped to keep too keep that to a minimum and now right here on her first night back in Durden City Madeline was about to be used.

Madeline could see the anger and frustration building up inside Virgil and she was determined to defuse the situation.

“I would be truly honoured to service one of Durden City’s Commissioners. I consider it a privilege. Give me the key to the VIP suite please Mike,” Madeline gave the Commissioner her sweetest smile.

She glanced quickly at Virgil and gave him a ‘don’t fuck this up’ stare.

Mike handed Madeline a keycard and she escorted the Commissioner into the Comfort Place.

“When I first started out I was fortunate enough to have Commissioner Cooter as my very first Trade; do you know him?” Madeline asked sweetly, hooking her arm through the Commissioner’s elbow and guiding him towards comfort room one.

The Commissioner halted in the middle of the dance floor and turned Madeline to him.

“Commissioner Cooter was assassinated by the Revolutionaries in this very Comfort Palace. Don’t you know anything?” the man hissed.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. I was at Comfort Palace number one until today and I don’t keep up with news much. How long ago did this happen?” Madeline attempted to cover her gaff.

“Over a year ago but I suppose a lowly Comfort Girl isn’t really kept in the loop,” the Commissioner smiled at her, his frown disappearing.

“I'm Commissioner Roy Braithwaite. You may call me Roy in the comfort room but not out here,” he began to lead Madeline to the VIP room.

Inside the comfort room Commissioner Braithwaite became a different man.

He took Madeline's hand and softly kissed it and then he circled her slowly and examined her critically.

“I can't believe that you were born a boy?” he said more to himself than to Madeline.

“Amazing! I never use the Comfort Palaces only the Breeding Chambers but tonight I was here on business and you caught my eye. You are absolutely stunning,” Roy lifted Madeline's chin and examined her face.

“I have never been with a special lady like yourself. You are so beautiful and delightful; I'm so looking forward to it,” Roy smiled at Madeline.

“Maybe you would be more comfortable with one of the breeders. Some men find Comfort Girls quite intimidating,” Madeline said respectfully.

“Let's not pretend you are here for any other reason than to have sex with me,” Roy pointed at the bed but Madeline didn't move.

He took her arm and guided her to bed and forced her to sit on the edge.

Roy stripped naked. Although he was a reasonably handsome man he was overweight and pudgy; that said he had very useful appendage poking out from under his belly.

Roy leapt on her and Madeline fell back on the bed with Roy on top of her. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

She tasted exactly as he thought she would: sweet but exotic, soft but resilient. Madeline didn't struggle, but she wasn’t responsive either. That angered Roy.

“Come on, you know what you are and what you have been bred for. Show some enthusiasm,” he whined.

Madeline threw her mind back to when she was working fulltime as a Comfort Girl and had to deal with clientele who she didn’t like. She let her mind go blank. She lay back and let Roy do whatever he wanted to her, she would let her body respond while her mind went elsewhere.

To Roy, Madeline seemed resigned to her fate and he marvelled at how her body seemed to meld to his as he kissed her, eager to explore her body but taking his time doing so. There was no rush.

Madeline tried her best to be non-responsive but Roy was a reasonable kisser and even the feel of his soft body and his bloated manhood pressing into her body could not suppress her excitement. Just like Commissioner Brathwaite said, Madeline was bred and trained to provide comfort to any man who paid for her services and her years of subjugation, training and servitude took control of her mind and body.

Madeline knew that she was vindicating her actions; justifying taking pleasure from this awful man even though she was totally in love with Virgil Benning.

There was something so incredibly compelling about being on a big bed with a man as powerful as one of the Commissioners and she decided to use her seductive skills to see if she could extract any information that may be useful.

Madeline put her hand to his face and returned his kisses, adjusting herself on the bed so that Roy’s cock was pressing against her body. Roy slid his tongue into Madeline's mouth and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to closer to him, if that was possible; enclosing her in his arms, feeling her breasts pressed into his chest and her heart beating through her dress.

Madeline's head was spinning; she felt like she was betraying Virgil but she felt so sexy and wanton, so womanly and so cherished. Roy whispered in her ear, telling her that she was adorable and beautiful. She felt his erection throbbing against her body; her own penis uncomfortably tucked under her groin was distended. She responded to Roy's kisses and they continued to embrace and kiss whilst enfolded in each other's arms.

Roy guided Madeline's hand down to his groin; impatient now, and she found his manhood hard and hot to her touch. Madeline ran her fingers lightly up and down Roy's shaft, gently brushing his fraenulum with a long manicured fingernail. Roy gasped and pushed against her, encouraging her to tighten her grip on his phallus and stroke it. Madeline wrapped her fingers around Roy's engorged member and squeezed a droplet of pre-ejaculate, which she massaged into his glans. Roy groaned into her mouth.

He eased himself away from her and slowly peeled Madeline out of her dress, removing her brassiere, marvelling at her creamy white skin, her pretty face, her perky breasts with berry-like nipples already erect in anticipation, her flat belly and those long, long legs.

“Magnificent,” he whispered and lowered his mouth to her breasts.

Madeline gasped and cradled his head while Roy suckled at her teats. He sucked and nibbled her nipples and Madeline felt wavelets of pleasure burst forth from her bosom. She stroked his head and entwined her fingers in his hair.

Roy's lips slid along her décolletage, along her neck and he found her mouth again. Madeline kissed him passionately, wrapping her leg over his and caressing his cock with her nylon-clad thigh, using the fingers of her free hand to stroke his glans.

Madeline was surprised when Roy slid his hand inside her tight satin panties and freed her erect penis. He had told her that he had never been with a Comfort Girl. She gasped and kissed him deeply and gripped his manhood; caressing and stroking it as she felt the pulse of his manhood in her hand.

Roy rolled on top of her and lay between her legs and instinctively Madeline opened them wide and she arched her back and wrapped her legs around his torso, raising her buttocks so that their cocks pressed together, delighting in the feel of their throbbing penises rubbing on her panties and pantyhose. They ground against each other, pre-seminal fluid beginning to flow freely, saturating Madeline's panties as Roy suckled on Madeline's bosom. They writhed together on the big bed, steadily building their pleasure and lust.

“Is this ok? Am I doing it right?” Roy seemed embarrassed.

“Perfect,” Madeline moaned.

“What do I do now?” Roy seemed a little bemused.

Madeline smiled up at him knowingly and eased the gusset of her panties aside and guided Roy's manhood to her puckered sphincter, only the gossamer of her pantyhose preventing him from entering her. Madeline relaxed. Roy's cock was quite large; she reached for the lubricant that she knew would be on the bedside table.

She secreted a gobbet of the slick slave onto her fingers and liberally coated Roy’s rock-hard phallus. She lifted her torso and pressed herself against Roy who pushed forward and his cock split open her pantyhose and his glans slid inside her. Madeline wrapped her arms around Roy's neck and kissed him with fervour as she lifted herself up and pressed harder so that Roy's long thick cock slid all the way inside her.

“Wonderful,” Roy gasped as he felt his erection filled her back passage.

The tiny nerves at the entrance to Madeline's anus were tingling with excitement and the head of Roy's phallus pressed on her prostate.

“Now fuck me Roy,” she looked up appreciatively into Roy's handsome face.

Roy obliged and began to thrust his penis in and out of Madeline's anus, extracting the tip of his glans to the very entrance of her channel and then burying it deep inside her, grinding his pubis into hers as his scrotum slapped against the valley between her buttocks. His soft belly rubbed against her penis as he fucked her, stimulating her.

Madeline locked her legs around Roy; her silken-sheathed thighs stimulating his sensitive flesh. They clung to each other, rutting, gasping and growling; their mouths locked as they kissed, nipped and fondled each other, building their passion to its peak.

Roy gripped Madeline by the hips and drove himself deep inside her as he climaxed; Madeline strove to meet him and cinched her heels behind his lower back, straining to hold him close as her anus spasmed and milked him. Her own member ejaculated hot semen onto her abdomen and Roy's belly smearing the viscous fluid their flesh as he continued to erupt inside her. He began to thrust again and his spend seeped from her sphincter and ran between her buttocks.

Madeline moaned as intense feelings of lust and gratification washed over her but she had to admit that she also felt some self-loathing. How could she give herself away so easily to this man? How could she betray Virgil so easily? Roy kissed her and held her tight as they both rode their climaxes to fulfilment but Madeline's self-doubt remained.

They lay on the bed kissing and caressing each other; Madeline naked except for her panties and pantyhose. Madeline slipped out of bed and brought a bottle of champagne and two glasses to the bedside table and Roy produced his cigarettes. They filled their glasses, lit cigarettes and snuggled under the satin-lined coverlet.

It was time for Madeline to try to get something useful out of the Commissioner using pillow talk.

Roy was proud of his position and boastful. He had been appointed to replace Commissioner Cooter and his remit was the Comfort Girl program. Everyone knew that Roy’s predecessor Harlan Cooter took a profound and unmoderated interest in his portfolio and indeed he seemed to think that his role as Commissioner was to sample every Comfort Girl in Durden City.

Commissioner Roy Braithwaite had taken a different approach to his duties, concentrating on predicting the required number of Comfort Girls needed to fulfil the future needs of the populous and conducting an audit and a cost benefit analysis of the Comfort Palaces. This was the first time he had sampled one of the charges for which he was responsible and now he knew what he had been missing.

He would certainly continue to exercise his right to service females in the Breeding Chambers but further dalliances with pretty Comfort Girls was not out of the question.

Roy had more to say about other things too, especially about what was happening in the Commission and about the City Commissioner, Pope Durden. Madeline realised what Roy was actually insecure and his inclination to impress a lowly Comfort Girl was a manifestation of that. He probably thought he could talk freely to this courtesan who was hardly likely to tell anyone of significance. As the champagne flowed his lips got looser.

Roy left Madeline with a lingering kiss at the door and as soon as he was gone Madeline cleaned herself up as best she could and dressed. She went back past the Trade desk and found her accommodation and Virgil waiting for her.

Madeline had been assigned a single dormitory, quite sparsely furnished with a single bed, a nightstand, a small sofa with a coffee table in front of it and a small video screen mounted on the wall facing the couch. There was a single throw rug on the floor and the walls were painted cinderblock but she had the luxury of an ensuite bathroom and there was fresh linen.

Virgil had unpacked her suitcase and her clothing was hanging up in a wardrobe, her shoes lined up underneath. No doubt he’d put her underwear and lingerie in the drawers. He’d placed her toiletries and makeup bag in the ensuite.

Virgil was sitting on the sofa staring at the blank screen; his weapons and his rucksack on the floor beside him.

He looked forlorn and Madeline’s instinct was to comfort him but not with lips that had recently kissed Roy Braithwaite, whose semen was still dribbling from her sphincter.

“I won’t be long,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes.

She douched and showered and put on fresh makeup and perfume. She slipped into a new pair of pantyhose and shimmied into a pair of tight white nylon panties and put a simple white chemise over and padded over to Virgil who had taken off his webbing and combat blouse and put his feet up on the table.

Madeline dimmed the lights and sat down beside him.

“I’m sorry Virgil,” she whispered and tried to take his hand but he snatched it away.

This angered her.

“We knew I’d have to work. It was inevitable,” Madeline sniped.

“Do you think I liked what I had to do?” guilt swept over her but Madeline was not going to justify her actions.

“It’s what you were bred to do,” Virgil grumbled.

“Yes it is. But I’m not that anymore. I’m a Freetown trooper and I’m your beloved. I’m doing what I have to do for the cause, just like you,” Madeline tried to take his hand again but he snatched it away.

“I thought that I would be ok with it but seeing that fat fuck lead you away to the comfort rooms made me furious. Knowing what you would be doing only a few meters away from where I was waiting for you. You servicing him. You fucking him!” Virgil hissed.

“I did what I had to do,” Madeline tried to comfort Virgil but he sat rigidly with his fists balled.

“Well I don’t have to like it,” Virgil said angrily.

“Like you did when you gave me to Leon and Spliff in the barrack room,” Madeline spat and instantly regretted it.

“I heard you tell them that you used to spend most of your credits on Comfort Girls before you deserted because you were denied access to the breeding chamber. You're no different than the others,” Madeline hissed angrily and immediately regretted what she had said.

Virgil looked wounded. Tears were welling in his eyes. He raised his hand to her but stopped with it in mid-air.

Madeline took his hand and placed it on her lips and kissed it softly.

“Your anger shows me just how much you love me and I love you too but we’re here because we have to be. We’re here on a mission,” Madeline curled up into him and Virgil folded her in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed.

“As it turns out the Commissioner had information that is useful to us and he was all too willing to tell me. He’s a self-important prick with a little dick and no stamina,” Madeline used the truth and a smattering of lies to cover her guilt.

“You can’t stay here, you know that, so let’s make the most of our time together and I’ll tell you what he told me,” Madeline kissed him and then playfully nipped his earlobe.

Virgil picked her up and carried her to the bed where Madeline did everything in her power to make him feel wanted, pushing down her guilt as she made love to the man she adored.

Victoria Eglin

Victoria knew that Pope was becoming suspicious that someone was leaking information to the Revolutionaries. Someone high up, possible even a Commissioner.

The Revolutionary attacks were becoming more targeted and seemed to be intelligence based rather than opportunistic. Even worse, the Revolutionaries began to target the heavily guarded retinues transporting females to other city states. They had never done so before, even on the rare occasions that they had stumbled on one of the convoys. Pope thought, rightly, that when the Revolutionaries encountered the heavily protected vehicles transporting the females that the risk was not worth the reward. There were no trucks filled with valuable commodities being protected by all those men and their heavily armoured APCs so why attack them?

The Revolutionaries didn’t know that the precious cargo was breeding stock. They thought that most likely it was a gold shipment and the Revolutionaries had no use for gold.

That had changed recently and fierce skirmishes had broken out when some of the convoys carrying the females were ambushed.

“They likely hit one of the convoys by chance and found the women and girls inside the APC and decided to do it again,” Victoria tried to explain it away.

“I hate to think what those young girls and older women are being subject to,” Victoria tried to sound concerned.

“Well you would know. They took you and fucked you senseless but you probably enjoyed it,” Pope spat back at her.

He couldn’t help humiliating her even though he loved her.

“But why have there been no ransom demands?” Pope chewed the cuticle on his thumb as he often did when he was thinking.

“The Revolutionaries are probably trading them with the other city states or keeping them for themselves,” Victoria countered.

What Victoria knew was that the females were being held safely and securely by the Revolutionaries. Susan had promised that the females they captured would not be subject to any form of abuse. They would be held safely, surely and comfortably.

“The Revolutionaries have stopped attacking the other convoys and have not attacked the city for some time now. Even their acts of sabotage have declined. They’re up to something,” Pope pondered.

“I’ve sent scouting parties into Odessa, where you claimed that they have their stronghold but they found nothing,” Pope said accusingly.

“What I said was, they were in a group of rudimentarily fortified rundown buildings that was possibly in or somewhere near Odessa and that I couldn’t be sure,” Victoria countered.

“Anyway, I’m led to understand that once you doubled the guard on the shipments of females the attacks have ceased,” Victoria poured them both a drink.

“Maybe they have just given up or maybe their leader has lost control of them and they have mutinied,” Victoria suggested.

“Risk versus reward. If they’ve taken enough of my women to amuse themselves they’ve probably decided that the losses in combat aren’t worth it anymore,” Pope agreed with Victoria’s assessment.

The reality was the Revolutionaries had taken enough females to produce as evidence that Pope was trading them for gold.

Victoria had been leaking vital data to the Revolutionaries to substantiate such claims. Susan and her Revolutionaries were just biding their time so that they could present the evidence to the population of Durden City so that the menfolk would rise up and overthrow Pope Durden and his puppet Commission.

“This is for your ears only Victoria. My master plan is coming together. There is to be a meeting of the leaders of the most powerful city states. The time has come to stand united and take back what was lost all those years ago. A union of the city states will be all-powerful. We can wipe out the Revolutionaries. We can eradicate the scavengers and reunite and rebuild this part of America,” Pope’s eyes glazed over as he contemplated his dream.

“With you as the leader, the President, maybe even the King,” Victoria offered, handing Pope his drink.

“Alexander the Great conquered the known world, the Romans conquered Europe, Greece, the Balkans, the Middle East, and North Africa and Hitler would have conquered all of Europe if he hadn’t betrayed his Russian allies. Whenever there has been a void, a power vacuum, great leaders have emerged to conquer and to colonise,” Pope’s eyes gleamed.

Victoria had heard these rants before but now his nonsense seemed credible. The other great city-states were rich in commodities. They farmed, they manufactured; they produced goods of trade. The one thing they were all missing was a viable stock of females and Pope had the breeding stock. Only a select few people knew how many fertile females Pope had sequestered in the Breeding Facility.

“Lubbock, Abilene, Waco and Austin all have strongholds and systems of feudal government. You can guarantee that other towns and cities are rising from the carnage. An alliance will make us strong,” Pope continued.

“You will be the leader. Dare I say it; an Emperor,” Victoria fed Popes megalomania.

“And you will be my Empress,” Pope smiled at her and Victoria knew that he was lying.

If Pope ever became an Emperor, or whatever title he bestowed on himself, he would not take a woman in her midlife as his consort and certainly not a woman who had served in the Breeding Chambers. He would take a virgin and crown her and she would bear him an heir.

“Of course,” Victoria smiled back at him.

“When is this summit occurring?” Victoria asked.

“That my darling is known only to myself but soon,” Pope reached for Victoria and she obligingly fell into his arms.

Pope was mercifully quick. When he was in this mood; what Victoria called his ‘delusions of grandeur’ mood, he became instantly concupiscent and overly eager.

He rolled Victoria over and bent her back so that she was on her hands and knees on the white leather couch, her ass high in the air. He threw her skirt over her back, pulled down her panties and tore the crotch out of her pantyhose.

He gripped her hips almost painfully and slammed his cock into her maw. Victoria had got to the stage where she was ever ready for him, lubricating herself before every meeting because when his disposition was inclined this way he had no time for foreplay.

He rammed his cock into her, right up to hilt, making Victoria grunt; knocking the wind out of her. He jackhammered his cock in and out of her with no concern whatsoever for her pleasure but god help her she responded like one of Pavlov’s dogs. She had become conditioned to being used this way all of her life and her self-esteem was such that she believed that she deserved it.

She pushed back and ground her buttocks into his groin, knowing that the sensation of her shimmery pantyhose against Pope’s pubis and scrotum was a fetish he adored. Pope thrust harder and then pulled her ass back hard into his groin and deposited his steaming load deep inside her vagina and Victoria moaned like a slattern and began to shake as an orgasm erupted out of nowhere.

Pope held her tight, grinding his cock into her, inadvertently stimulating her clitoris which was tingling, almost stinging; goose bumps erupted on her flesh and ebullient warmth spread from her loins. She hated that he could do this to her but she relished the raw sensuality of it. Pope was using her and she was using him.

Pope ripped his still ejaculating manhood from her quivering quim and she felt the warm spatter of his spunk on her ass and lower back and she shivered as a final wave of licentiousness washed over her. She could feel the glutinous gobbets of semen soaking into her pantyhose, running down the small of her back.

She felt defiled but she felt that she deserved to be. The hated the man whom she had once loved and who she was now betraying. Providing him with carnal pleasure was the least she could do.

Pope pushed Victoria down into the plush leather.

“Go and clean yourself,” he growled, wiping his cock on her nylon-sheathed buttocks before he put himself away.

When Victoria returned, freshly showered, hair and makeup done, dressed in a bra and panties and pantyhose with a satin nightdress and heels, Pope was dressed in his smoking jacket and was sipping bourbon on the rocks.

Victoria went over to the wet bar and poured herself a gin and tonic.

“I’d like to take up our conversation where we left off,” Pope began.

“You mean about the summit or about you becoming the new Julius Caesar,” Victoria quipped.

She regretted it instantly when Pope leapt on her and spun her around and threw her on the sofa, her drink spinning out of her hand.

Victoria lay sprawled on the sofa, legs akimbo and her nightdress wide open.

“Ah. I see that I have you in your favourite position but I’ve no time for that,” he growled sarcastically.

“The subject I want to return to is about the traitor who is betraying me and leaking information about my convoys to the Revolutionaries. Plenty of the Commissioners know about our petrochemical shipment schedules and troop movements but an infinitesimal few know about the movements of the breeders; you being one of them,” Pope sat down beside Victoria and cruelly tugged on her hair, dragging her into a sitting position.

“Darling I’m the least likely person to be able to communicate with the Revolutionaries. I’m virtually a prisoner here in the Breeding Facility,” Victoria tried to soothe Pope.

She hooked a leg over his and leaned in so he could smell her perfume, her lips millimetres from his.

“Well if it’s not you; it’s someone you know. Keep your pretty ears to the ground. Maybe provide misinformation to the others and we’ll see if the Revolutionaries react to it; that way I can figure out who it is,” Pope’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had erupted.

“Of course you did spend time amongst them. Maybe they turned you?” Pope got up and poured Victoria a gin and tonic to replace the one he’d made her spill.

“Why would I help them? I would be the last person to do so considering the way they treated me,” Victoria took the proffered drink and took a sip.

“Maybe you liked it? Those filthy mercenaries taking you one after the other, lined up like men in the Breeding Chambers. You certainly used to like that,” Pope said cruelly.

“I didn’t like it! I was bred for that. It was my destiny, my calling, my life’s work! You should know. Your father’s father created the breeding program and invented the Breeding Chambers,” Victoria replied snarkily.

“Indeed he did and you wouldn’t exist without his foresight, none of us would! But let’s not get distracted,” Pope’s evil smile returned to his face.

“Find out who the traitor is or I will just have to assume that it’s you,” Pope stroked Victoria’s hair and took her drink from her.

Seeing her scared and unnerved always excited him. His hand began a slow journey up her legs as he began to kiss her full lips.

Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning

Virgil spent the night in his allocated accommodation in the apartment block in the upper-class part of Duren City. He would have liked to have spent the night in Madeline’s quarters but that was impossible. Because accommodation and commercial properties currently exceeded demand he had the block virtually to himself and Virgil began to formulate a plan.

He made his way to Comfort Place number three and picked up Madeline in order to escort her to the Breeding Facility so she could ostensively commence her training as a Brood Mother. Madeline was dressed in black spandex leggings, a white blouse and black high heels. With her short black bob and perfect makeup she looked sophisticated. She carried her Sig Sauer in her purse.

Virgil escorted her along the quiet streets on the short walk to the Breeding Facility and couldn’t help but admire Madeline’s ass in the tight leggings but there was business to attend to and he cleared his head of lecherous thoughts.

He showed his credentials to the Praetorian Guards at the walled entrance to the Breeding Facility and a guard checked a document on his device and allowed them through, radioing ahead to the guard who manned the doors to the Facility itself.

This guard double-checked their credentials and confirmed that they were on the list of approved visitors and let them inside. The entrance was opulent as befitted a place of such reverence: high ceilings, marble floors, marble columns, brocaded curtains and drapes and fine art decorated the walls and of course huge portraits of Michael, Stephen and Justin Durden looked down on whoever entered these hallowed halls.

To the left were the breeding rooms which housed the breeding chambers. Red guide ropes and carpeting guided men who entered the facility to breed to the breeding room. Praetorian Guards ensured that those men did not venture any further into the facility but during the day the chambers were vacant and the Guards absent. To the right were the bedrooms where the Commissioners took breeders of their choosing to lay with them. The Council was meeting today and these rooms were also vacant.

A marble staircase led up to the second floor where Victoria had her office and personal quarters. There were other offices on this level and Brood Mothers and breeders were busy attending to the day to day administration of the facility. The next five floors were where those women active in the breeding program lived and recreated. Above them were the floors where young breeders and immature Comfort Girls lived and learned their trade. Brood Mothers were also accommodated on these floors.

The floors above were where the most precious chattels were raised. A maternity ward, a crèche and nursery, classrooms for the children with dormitories and dining halls all situated together. The upper floors of the huge facility were open to the outdoors but a glass dome could be closed over the floors in the winter and during inclement weather. There was parkland, playgrounds and even a swimming pool for use by the inhabitants.

The breeding facility was enormous and viewed from the outside it appeared to the residents of Durden City that the breeding program was very successful. So successful in fact that a sister facility was under construction beside it.

The front desk was staffed by Brood Mothers and Virgil led Madeline to the counter.

“This Comfort Girl is to commence her Brood Mother training today. I believe she has an appointment to be interviewed by Victoria Eglin,” Virgil said officiously.

A Brood Mother looked Madeline up and down appreciatively as if assessing her abilities by simply looking at her. She pecked at a keyboard and studied a computer screen.

“She must be important if the boss is interviewing her personally,” the woman quipped.

“She is and I will take over from here,” Victoria Eglin appeared as if my magic and the Brood Mothers and breeders going about their daily tasks suddenly looked very busy.

The Brood Mother at the counter lowered her head in deference to Victoria.

“Of course ma’am,” she said reverentially.

“Come this way,” Victoria said curtly.

Madeline began to follow Victoria with Virgil in the trail.

“Ma’am, the Praetorian doesn't have clearance to proceed any further,” the Brood Mother said firmly but deferentially.

Victoria flashed her green eyes at the Brood Mother and pursed her lips.

“Check again please,” there was no doubt that Victoria's request was a command.

“Sorry ma’am, yes he does,” the Brood Mother lowered her gaze.

It was not unusual for the Praetorians to proceed above the ground floor usually when accompanying the tradesmen who came and went to maintain the building but a clearance was required. In this case Victoria herself had issued the clearance.

“Thank you Emily,” Victoria flashed a rare smile and the Brood Mother was flattered that Victoria even knew her name.

The trio walked past the bank of elevators leading to the upper floors and took the impressive marble staircase to the second level. As they ascended the stairs Silvia Cornish came out from behind one of the marble columns where she had been watching the proceedings and pushed the Brood Mother out the way and looked at the screen and smiled evilly.

Victoria checked that the corridor was empty and ushered Virgil and Madeline into her private quarters. Both Virgil and Madeline had never seen such opulence and were impressed.

Victoria too was wearing spandex leggings; hers pristine white with a flowing silk blouse and white pumps. Her glossy black hair framed a face that was heavily made-up, making her look almost severe.

“That short hair suits you. Do you still think we could still be mistaken for sisters?” Victoria commented to Madeline, walking over to the bar where coffee and a tray of appetisers had been laid out.

“I think so, yes,” Virgil replied when Madeline said nothing.

He might be in love with Madeline but he’d taken a peek at Victoria’s firm buttocks clad in the tight white lycra.

“Come here you two,” Victoria suddenly broke into a smile and wrapped her arms around them both and kissed their cheeks.

“Good to see you both after so long,” she said earnestly and Madeline and Virgil returned the hug.

Victoria seated her guests and brought over the coffee she had poured for them. They both politely declined the appetisers.

“Pope is busy at the Commission meeting but we still have no time to waste,” Victoria began.

“I’ll go first,” Victoria began.

“I asked Susan to send you here because I need your help. Pope is becoming more and more suspicious of me. Maybe I gave the Revolutionaries too much information, especially about the movements of the females he is smuggling,” Victoria explained.

“First and foremost I need you both here as security in case something happens to me. Secondly I know that Pope is about to summon the leaders of selected city states here for a secret meeting. He wants to amalgamate them under his control. He wants to be an emperor, as silly as that sounds,” Victoria stopped to sip coffee and Madeline interjected.

“That corroborates what one of the Commissioners told me. His name is Roy Braithwaite and he told me that something huge is about to happen. That he didn’t have the exact details but said that Pope had promised his Commissioners even more power; power that would extend beyond Durden City. He couldn’t help bragging about it,” Madeline said excitedly.

“When did he tell you this? How did he tell you this?” Victoria looked concerned.

Both Virgil and Madeline blushed and Virgil looked a little angry.

“They put to you work?” Victoria whispered.

“I’m sorry but I had to put you in a Comfort Palace under the pretext that we are assessing your abilities to become a Brood Mother when you retire but I never expected that they would make you entertain Trade,” Victoria was genuinely sorry.

“What else would they do with me? It’s ok Victoria, it’s not like I haven’t been doing that all my life,” Madeline took Virgil’s hand and squeezed it.

Victoria noticed the gesture and smiled.

“Ok. I don’t how long I have before Pope discovers that I’m the traitor. I think he has someone or some people in here watching me. Between ourselves and Susan we need to come up with a plan to take advantage of the upcoming summit,” Victoria said earnestly.

“You guys are the Troopers; I’m just the woman who is supplying you with intelligence so we need to work together and possibly topple Pope and his regime,” Victoria continued.

The three of them began to formulate a strategy that they could put to Susan. Now that Virgil was assimilated into the city and free to move around he would undertake communications and reconnaissance while Madeline would move into the Breeding Facility as an apprentice Brood Mother and provide Victoria with security. She would essentially become Victoria’s bodyguard.

They talked and strategized for nearly three hours before they had what they believed was a workable plan. Virgil relayed the plan to Susan Solister through the Telegraph Hill relay and the next day Susan sent a message saying she agreed with the plan and added some meat to the bones of what was basically a very bold, audacious, decisive, risky and dangerous strategy.

TEN DAYS LATER

Billy Brody

Major William Brody watched the largest convoy of vehicles and profusion of City Guards that he had ever seen travelling west along the I-20. Work gangs from Durden City had recently cleared all the wreckage from the road. Over half of Durden City’s guards and nearly all of their armour were heading to Odessa.

From his vantage point near the intersection of the I-20 and highway 250 Billy watched the procession. He had four Troops of Revolutionaries supporting him, not nearly enough to take on the army of City Guards. But he had no intention of doing so. His objective was to pin them down and prevent them returning to Durden City with their precious cargo.

Said cargo was the leaders of the city states of Lubbock, Abilene, Waco and Austin who were travelling with their own smaller armies converging on Odessa. Once they had congregated together Pope Durden’s City Guard would escort the leaders to Durden City, guaranteeing their safety. Pope was adamant that the leaders leave their own armies in Odessa. He would not allow foreign troops into Durden City.

Pope thought this most emperiorial, something Julius Caesar himself might have done.

As soon as the convoy passed the intersection and were out of sight, Billy ordered his men into action. They brought up heavy machinery, some of which they had constructed themselves; heavy trucks fitted with plow blades and winches. His men quickly went to work pushing, dragging and stacking wrecked automobile chassis across the cleared section of the I-20. When they had completed that task and the highway was completely blocked with no way around the barricade they took up defensive positions and waited.

When the convoy returned from Odessa, travelling east with their precious cargo, the City Guards are at first surprised and then outraged when they found the highway blocked. At first they thought it just an opportunistic stratagem by the Revolutionaries but as they came under withering fire and were pinned down in their vehicles they realised that they were under a coordinated attack.

Billy Brody knew that he couldn’t defeat the army of City Guards who would soon call for reinforcements from Odessa. The combined might of the allied forces would force his men to retreat and the Guards wound clear the road and continue on to Durden City.

But Billy didn’t expect to win the battle. It is merely a delaying tactic to keep the ambassadors and most of the City Guard out of Durden City while the rest of their audacious plan was executed.

Virgil Benning

It was somewhat ironic that Pope Durden’s highly successful construction program would play a defining role in his downfall. Being the sole occupant of the apartment complex Virgil was able to house men, rations and munitions smuggled into Durden City through the underground network of sewers. Susan Solister and most of the Troop Captains of the Revolutionary army had been smuggled into Durden City over the preceding nights. The Troop Captains, dressed as City Guards, had been able to move around Durden City and identify the strengths and weaknesses of their objectives.

Also smuggled in were four of the captured female breeders who, aware that Pope was going to trade them for gold, had become willing accomplices. Commander Susan Solister called her Troop Captains and Virgil Benning into her apartment for a final briefing. The rest of the Revolutionary army, except for those left behind to guard Freetown and the four Troops assigned to Major Brody, were in hiding just outside Durden City and ready to move at a moment’s notice.

“Two Troops will lay siege to the barracks and armoury. Your mission is to keep the City Guard reserve pinned down not to actually take those objectives. We can do that later if the City Guards don’t surrender,” Susan explained.

“Four Troops will take control of the television studio which will be heavily guarded. Be ruthless. We will take down as many City Guards as necessary but try to keep civilian casualties to a minimum. We must take the broadcasting facility intact otherwise its mission-fail,” Susan said grimly.

City Commissioner Michael Durden had announced the Leaders Summit only a few days earlier, proclaiming himself a messiah for bringing together the leaders of the nearby city states so that they may form an alliance, with Pope of course appointed as the leader of the allied Cities.

It was a great honour to host such an historic event that could possibly be the beginning of the resurrection of what had once been the United States of America starting with the great state of Texas. The opening ceremony was to be broadcast live from the Durden City television studio with all of the Commissioners and selected auspicious entrepreneurs and impresarios present in the audience.

“Sergeant Benning; your role is crucial. I want Michael Durden taken alive at all costs. Confirm that Trooper Smith is with Victoria Eglin at the Breeding Facility?” Susan looked earnestly at Virgil.

“Like white on rice ma’am. Madeline reports that the City Commissioner's retinue and personal Praetorians are corralled outside the Breeding Facility waiting for him. Pope wants to be filmed leaving the Breeding Facility and being escorted to the Leaders Summit like some sort of conquering hero. Troop Captain Ferguson with the rest of my Troop will take out Pope’s bodyguards. I will join up with Madeline and make sure that Victoria is kept safe and brought to the studio. Captain Ferguson will bring Michael Durden,” Virgil recapped the plan.

“Timing is crucial. Major Brody can only pin down the other delegates and their armies for so long. We must have accomplished our mission before they arrive at Durden City,” Susan reiterated for the hundredth time.

There was a sudden bark of static followed by a transmission on the HF radio and the radio operator nodded at Susan.

It was Billy Brody reporting that he had blocked I-20.

“Ok, it’s showtime!” Susan barked and the grim faced Troop Captains and Virgil Benning hit the bricks.

Their first objective was the main entrance gate to the city. The City Guard was depleted because the majority of their number were assigned to the security detail that had gone to Odessa to escort the summit leaders. Most of the remaining Guards were protecting the television station and broadcasting facility. The road and railway entrance gates were undermanned, but in any event no one was expecting an attack from inside the city walls.

The sound of gunfire and munitions exploding echoed through the streets near the city wall as Susan’s small force wiped out the Guards at the city gate and opened them to allow the main force of the Revolutionary army to enter the city. Susan went with four troops to engage the Guards at the television station while two troops surrounded the barracks and armoury but there was little resistance, the men in the barracks were under siege. Virgil had gone to the Breeding Facility straight after the briefing and the remainder of his troop under the command of Captain Ferguson were on their way.

Pope Durden

The sense of exhilaration that Pope Durden felt as the summit approached was directed into sexual energy. The term concupiscent was insufficient an adjective to describe how he felt. His lust was primal and he was expending his sexual energy the best way he knew how.

But not with Victoria Eglin.

Pope had Silvia Cornish kneeling on the bed dressed in a pink chemise, black holdup stockings and red high heels. Her stockings were laddered, her makeup was smeared over her face, her hair was a bird’s nest and she was sweating profusely. She was nearly exhausted and her vagina was numb. Pope had made her climax three times and he had ejaculated twice himself but his libido was still not expended and he pounded away at Silvia, gripping her hips, ramming himself in and out of her bruised quim.

Pope roared and finally orgasmed then he pushed Silvia away and lay on his back panting, staring up at the ceiling. Silvia lay beside him grateful that he was finally finished.

“I suspected all along that Victoria was betraying me but I just didn’t want to believe it,” Pope reached for his cigarettes.

“She hasn’t been the same since she was held captive by the Revolutionaries. They did something to her,” Pope blew smoke at the ceiling.

“I think her love for you was starting to wane even before then,” Silvia lit her own cigarette and stared at the same spot on the ceiling.

Pope turned to Silvia, his eyes flashed with ire.

“She hated me even before she was kidnapped?” Pope hissed and Silvia knew that she had taken a step too far.

Pope’s vanity and pride were colossal and the idea that the woman that was once his beloved didn’t love him unconditionally in return was unthinkable.

Silvia realised her mistake, she didn’t need to throw more fuel on the flames.

“I think that fucking Comfort Granny is in cahoots with her; in fact I’m sure of it,” Silvia diverted the conversation away from dangerous ground.

“They have been passing tactical information onto the Revolutionaries and accessing and downloading sensitive information about the breeding program,” Silvia twisted the knife.

“I know! You told me a hundred times but I needed to confirm it myself. But that traitorous bitch will get hers today. I’m giving the opening address at the summit and Victoria will be standing beside me when I do. She thinks that she is going to be my queen. I’m going to expose her as a traitor on stage and execute her myself right there,” Pope’s breathing became laboured.

“The act will express to the delegates and the audience that Pope Durden will not tolerate rebelliousness,” Pope sneered.

“You will be my First Lady, my Queen, my Empress; I haven’t decided on a title yet,” Pope mused and Silvia face lit up at the thought of it.

“How certain are you that the other leaders will form an alliance with you?” Silvia asked, once again playing to Pope’s vanity.

“The other city states need more females if their populations are to grow. I’m going to lift the restrictions on the breeders. They're going to work those fucking chambers as soon as they become fertile right up until menopause. There will be no time off to recover from childbirth; they’ll be like battery hens spitting out children,” Pope’s eyes glazed over as he imagined the future.

“I’ll build breeding facilities in every city. The other city states haven’t figured out the utility of Comfort Palaces yet so I’ll introduce them too. Men who are unable to fuck a female are more than happy to substitute a ladyboy,” Pope sniggered.

“The brood stock and the Comfort Girls will come from Durden City initially but once the breeding programs are in full swing they will become self-sustainable. Any pretty boy can be turned into a pretty girl, whether he wants to or not,” he chuckled.

“And I will be the grand master of it all. I’ll leave the leaders of the other city states in place as City Commissioners but they will serve me. I will amalgamate their armies and we will wipe out the Revolutionary scum and the scavengers. We will conquer other cities and if they do not bend to my will we will destroy them, killing every man and taking their females,” Pope was almost shrieking.

“Once word of my power spreads across the state and then across the country, cities will open their gates and welcome me. I will show them how to establish breeding programs and how to turn boys into girls for their pleasure. I will no longer need to trade females for gold because all will be mine,” Pope’s laugh became maniacal.

He reminded Silvia of historic footage she had seen of Adolf Hitler addressing the masses at Nuremburg Germany before world war two. Pope had risen from the bed and stood naked and rampant; his cock a steel rod poking out in front his body. But it was not lasciviousness that ignited his lust; it was the expectation of dominion.

He would publicly execute Victoria Eglin for betraying him but Silvia Cornish would not take her place. Silvia knew too much. She might enjoy being locked in a breeding chamber in some other city far enough away from Durden City that she would no longer be a threat, Pope pondered. He’d already selected a beautiful young virgin to be his Empress.

Pope showered and dressed in his full ceremonial uniform knowing that Victoria was dressing in her finery in anticipation of being presented as his consort on the stage at the summit. If only that dumb bitch knew what fate awaited her. He would give her co-conspirator, the Comfort Girl named Madeline, to his Praetorians to ravish and ravage and finally dispose of. He had no little time for Comfort Girls and exposing her publicly would serve no purpose.

Pope had showered and was dressed in his ceremonial uniform and was just putting on his gold sash when he heard sporadic gunfire erupt in the distance. The sound of gunfire intensified and was joined by the muffled thunder of munitions.

“The fucking Revolutionaries!” Pope roared and reached for his sidearm.

When the fighting erupted on the main streets of Durden City Madeline was dressed in her ACU and webbing, her pistol drawn, Virgil Benning beside her, his M4 across his chest, keeping guard outside Victoria’s quarters in the Breeding Facility.

“Ok, here we go,” Virgil assumed a combat stance.

Two of the Brood Mothers came running down the corridor, their faces a picture of terror. Madeline stepped in front of them and stopped them.

“Get all the other Brood Mothers, breeders and juvenile Comfort Girls and take them to the rooftop gardens. Keep them away from the edge of the building. Tell them that that they are safe; no one is going to hurt them,” Madeline said.

The Brood Mothers were astounded to see a woman dressed in combat clothing and carrying a weapon. They stood there slack-jawed.

“Just do it!” Madeline physically shook one of them and she nodded and they continued on their way.

Pope Durden came around the corner with his pistol drawn and a look of grim determination on his face. He was in his dress uniform and was not wearing body armour for his forthcoming appearance at the summit. He knew that Victoria was behind the insurrection. He mistakenly believed that the Revolutionaries were carrying out a disturbance and harassment raid in the city to tarnish and disrupt his summit. He did not know that it was a full-on coordinated attack on Durden City.

He would kill the bitch responsible right now. It wouldn’t be as dramatic as shooting her in the head on stage but he would drag her bloody corpse in front of the cameras waiting to film him outside the Breeding Facility for all to see what happens to those who would betray him.

He saw the Revolutionary and the Comfort Girl that Silvia had told him about. She was dressed as a soldier and looked ridiculous. He lifted his weapon and emptied his magazine in their direction, one of his rounds hitting Madeline in the shoulder above her body armour driving her into the wall where she slid down to the floor.

Virgil was tempted to empty his magazine into Pope Durden; a round had clipped his upper arm and it stung. But Virgil kept his cool, even knowing that the love of his life had been hit. He raised his rifle and shot Pope through the right thigh.

Pope dropped his pistol and began to wail like a girl.

“You shot me! You fucking shot me!” he squealed as he fell to his knees and held his thigh which felt like it was on fire.

Virgil ran up to him, lining up before he even got there and kicked Pope Durden in the head and Pope saw stars before he blacked out.

Virgil ran back to Madeline who was sitting upright holding her shoulder.

“I’ll take you to a medic. I’ll drag a doctor out of the clinic,” Virgil said, his voice full of concern.

“You will do such thing Virgil Benning! It’s a through and through. You put a field dressing on it and we complete our mission. That’s what you would say to any other trooper,” Madeline winced with pain but she was adamant.

Victoria came out of her quarters dressed in the grey power-suit that Pope had ordered her to wear for the summit.

“Oh my god has Madeline been shot? Is that Pope?” her attention was drawn to the man dressed in his ridiculous dress uniform and gold sash lying prone on the floor.

“Yes and yes but we continue as planned,” Virgil said through gritted teeth.

At that moment a cacophony of gunfire erupted outside in the courtyard. Captain Ferguson and his troop were engaging Pope’s entourage. Victoria helped Madeline inside her room and sat her on the bed.

“Take this and press it against the entry wound and tie it tight then do the same with the exit wound,” Madeline grimaced as she ripped field dressings off her webbing and handed them to Victoria.

Virgil dragged Pope’s unconscious body into the room and locked the door. Every nerve in his body told him to draw his pistol and finish the job he had started but his Commander wanted Pope alive so he put a field dressing on Pope’s thigh and then trussed him up tight.

He went to the window and saw that his troop had annihilated Pope’s bodyguards and were pouring into the Breeding Facility.

He opened the door and ran to the staircase.

“Up here sir and send a medic if you have one,” Virgil screamed down at Captain Ferguson.

Ferguson’s men fanned out through the Facility and there was the report of isolated gunshots when they encountered City Guards who failed to surrender but most of the Guards realised the futility of the situation and surrendered.

Captain Ferguson and a field medic came through the door and surveyed the scene.

Sergeant Benning had a flesh wound to his left upper arm, Trooper Smith had what looked like a serious wound to her shoulder and Michael Durden was lying trussed on the floor bleeding profusely from his right thigh despite the field dressing. Victoria Eglin looked like she was dressed as an executive ready for a day in the office, although her grey suit was purple in places from Madeline’s blood.

The medic went straight to Madeline.

“She needs a medevac,” the medic said without even examining her.

“Fuck that. See to him. Our Commander wants him alive and at the studio asap,” Madeline winced through the pain, pointing at Pope Durden’s trussed body.

The medic looked at Captain Ferguson who nodded and the medic went to work on Pope.

“You have five minutes and then we’re off to the studio,” Virgil barked and then he went over to Madeline and gently held her.

“Stop that! We’re on a mission. Plenty of time for that later when I’m high on morphine,” Madeline smiled wanly at Virgil who refused to let her go and held her gently in his arms.

“Turn on the television,” Victoria said which sounded so incongruous given the circumstances that everybody looked at her like she was mad.

She strode over the occasional table and snatched up the remote and turned on the huge flat screen which commanded most of one wall.

In the television studio all was quiet after the fierce battle that had taken place outside. Heavy casualties had been taken on both sides before the City Guards defending the studio and broadcasting facility surrendered. Susan’s troopers entered the studio while other specialists entered the broadcasting facility. Using access codes provided by Victoria the Revolutionary’s information technology experts accessed the city’s internet servers, and the COMTEL cellular phone network.

They sent text messages to everyone who owned a mobile phone telling them to find shelter indoors immediately and to turn on their television sets. They sent the same message on every media carrier over the internet.

Meanwhile a troop of Revolutionaries entered the television studio and found all of the Commissioners and the auspicious members of the audience cowering in their seats. They were ordered to stay where they were, soldiers put guns to the heads of the cameramen and the sound and lighting technicians and told them to stay at their posts and do exactly what they were told.

Revolutionaries entered the control booth and a smarmy man in an expensive suit stepped forward and held up his hand.

“You can’t be in here!” he growled self-importantly.

A Troop Captain shot the man in the head and asked the rest of the production team if they felt the same way and there was silence. The Revolutionaries had the producer bring up a message on the screen that read: STANDBY FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.

Susan Solister strode onto the stage and addressed the assembled audience.

“Anyone who leaves their seat will be shot,” she stood with her legs wide and her hands on her hips.

The assembled dignitaries could not believe that a woman was talking to them this way, even if she was wearing a combat uniform.

One of the Commissioners, feeling bold, got to his feet.

“What is the meaning of this outrage!” he shouted.

Susan nodded to one of her Troop Captains who took careful aim and shot the Commissioner dead.

The others remained silent and seated.

In Durden City most of the City Guard had surrendered, including those holed up in the barracks and armoury. Those City Guards who had surrendered fully expected that they would be executed but hoped vainly that they might be spared. The Guards were disarmed and corralled in the barracks on the parade ground, crowded together, defeated but still hostile. The Revolutionaries had heavy machine guns mounted to cover them. The City Guards were surprised when a large screen TV was wheeled onto the parade ground and switched on.

They all turned to look at the screen and saw a static message the read: STANDBY FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. The Guards began to murmur and talk amongst themselves but none of them tried to escape. That would be fruitless and suicidal.

The doors to the television studio burst open and Captain Ferguson lead Victoria Eglin to the stage followed by Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning who were holding a now conscious but trussed Pope Durden between them. He struggled to walk on his wounded leg but his cries were muffled by the gaffer taped wound around his mouth. Tears stream down his face.

The Commissioners were shocked and several of them rose in their seats in protest but quickly sat down when weapons were raised and pointed in their direction.

A chair had been placed centre stage and Pope Durden was led to it and bound to it securely. The bandages on his leg were red with blood but most of the bleeding had stopped. Virgil’s bullet had miraculously missed Pope’s femur and femoral artery.

Virgil and Madeline were about to leave the stage; their mission completed.

“Where do you two think you are going?” Susan barked in a commanding tone.

“Stand over there next to Victoria,” she ordered and they did as they were told.

Across Durden City every television set, computer and mobile device suddenly came to life. The summit was being broadcast live for all to see and the populace were amazed to see an imposing attractive woman with a flowing black mane, brilliant green eyes and lipsticked lips dressed in combat attire commanding the stage.

“My name is Susan Solister and I am Commander of what the citizens of Durden City call the Revolutionary Army but we prefer to call ourselves freedom fighters,” Susan began, looking directly into the camera.

“The woman standing beside me is Victoria Eglin also known as the Brood Matron of the Durden City Breeding Facility,” Susan put her arm around Victoria’s shoulder and was aware the Victoria was shaking a little.

Susan turned to Madeline and called her forward.

“This woman is Madeline Smith once known to you as a Comfort Girl. This woman has bravery, tenacity, intelligence and loyalty that I truly envy and am constantly astounded by,” Susan announced and Madeline blushed.

“Born and raised to spend her life to do nothing more than to pleasure men, given the opportunity, she turned her life around and became a fierce warrior who has been instrumental in bringing down a regime that is corrupt, has lied to the people that it was meant to serve, and exists only to gratify its own desires,” Susan said solemnly.

There was a murmuring in the audience and some of the men had the audacity to cry out and the Revolutionaries actioned their weapons but Susan made a gesture indicating for her troopers to lower their guns.

“You will all be given a chance to justify your actions. All of you have been lied to and most of you are likely innocent,” Susan spoke directly to the assembled audience then once again looked into the camera.

“That’s right citizens of Durden City, three women have been instrumental in the downfall of your corrupt and ruthless despot,” Susan pointed directly at Pope Durden, whose eyes were bulging with fear, hate and disbelief.

The murmuring in the audience flared up again but quickly dissipated.

Susan nodded at one of her men and he led out the four breeders that the Revolutionaries had taken during raids on Pope’s trading convoys. The younger two who had not yet served in the breeding chambers were dressed in virginal white, the two retired breeders, women in their late thirties, were dressed in conservative skirt-suits

Susan motioned them forward and handed a microphone to one of the mature women.

“I am Olivia Steenbright and this is Constance Williams, Delia Prentice and Louise Summers. We were in a convoy bound for Austin because we had been traded for gold by Michael Durden. Of course we didn’t know that we had been traded, we were told nothing, just that we were going away… forever,” Olivia tried hard to control her emotions but she began to cry.

“Myself and Constance have provided you with ten children each, fourteen of them female, believing that our role in life was to help repopulate Durden City, hoping someday that our daughters or possibly our granddaughters might leave the breeding chambers and have families but that was never going to happen under the regime of that man,” Olivia pointed at Pope Durden whose face was becoming red and puffy as he got angrier, the pain from his leg adding to his discomfort.

The four breeders stepped to the back of the stage. The studio audience was silent. In the houses, apartments, bars and restaurants where the citizens of Durden City were staring at their television screens or portable devices there was silence. No one could believe what they were seeing and hearing.

“You are a city that has been duped and manipulated by three generations of Durdens. When Justin Durden established the breeding and comfort girl programs his intentions were honourable even if the means by which he hoped to achieve them were dubious,” Susan began to speak again.

“For three generations the Durden’s have traded your future for gold. Thousands of females have been sold to other cities and to individuals and despite the propaganda to the contrary, because of this, the breeding program would likely never succeed,” Susan said and nodded to Victoria Eglin.

“I stand before you guilty of deceit and treachery. As Brood Matron I was Michael Durden’s partner in crime. I selected the breeders to trade with other cites, hundreds of them. I helped manipulate the data to cover it all up. I lied to the Commission and to you, the people of Durden City,” Victoria began.

“The extent of Pope’s treachery is being uploaded right now to this website. Those of you watching this broadcast on personal devices will receive a link. The full degree of Pope’s betrayal and corruption and my part in it is available on the website, including the names and numbers of the breeders traded and the amounts of gold received for each and the dates the transactions took place. Right at this very minute Susan’s troops are at the City Commissioner’s residence breaking into his vault,” Victoria looked directly into the camera.

A banner scrolled across the bottom of the television screens advertising the website and at the same time a link was sent to every mobile device via text directly from COMTEL.

Pope struggled and rocked around on his chair but he was securely bound.

Susan stepped forward and put her arm around Victoria and raised Victoria’s bowed head.

“Victoria Eglin was once exactly what she says she was; a traitor to you all. But long before I kidnapped her and took her to Freetown she was done with Pope Durden and she was his unwilling accomplice. Without her help I would not be standing before you today. She is a hero,” Susan hugged Victoria.

“I’m declaring myself temporarily in charge of Durden City and I’m issuing Victoria a free pardon. Michael Durden will stand trial in front of a jury once free and honest elections have taken place,” Susan made her first edict.

“Once you have examined the evidence you can make your own decisions. Any City Guards who wish to join my Troopers may do so. You will be given amnesty provided you prove your loyalty. Those who chose otherwise will be taken into the Badlands and released,” Susan made her second edict.

“Any citizen who wishes to leave the city may do so, you will be released with the City Guards who choose to leave,” Susan continued.

“I am placing the city under martial law until the elections are completed but there will be no curfew, no areas declared out of bounds, no restriction of privileges. The city will continue to function as it always has with these exceptions,” Susan took a deep breath.

“The breeding program will continue however the breeders will decide with whom they wish to conjugate. Said conjugation will not occur in breeding chambers unless the woman makes that choice. Breeding rooms will be used instead,” Susan announced.

“The Comfort Girl program will also continue but the Comfort Palaces will be run by the Comfort Girls themselves and profits will be shared equally amongst them with a portion going to the city for upkeep and utilities. Comfort Girls will have complete discretion as to which Trade they elect to see,” Susan declared.

“My leaders and I considered releasing all of the women and children into the population but we decided that would cause mayhem and misery as most men would not be blessed with a partner and that would likely cause a riot possibly leading to a complete breakdown of society. This way men will have access to women but women will have the power to say no,” Susan sounded very satisfied with that statement.

Captain Ferguson appeared on stage and whispered into Susan’s ear.

“I have pressing matters to see to. I will see the Commissioners at a Commission meeting as soon as I have dealt with my pressing matters. The city is open, please go about your day,” Susan left the stage.

At the barricade at the intersection of the I-20 and highway 250 the gunfire had ceased and a temporary truce had been declared. Communications were established between the conflicting parties and Major William Brody made the following transmission.

‘Durden City has fallen and is the hands of the freedom fighters that you call Revolutionaries. The population is safe although martial law is in effect however the citizens are free. City Commissioner Michael Durden is being held prisoner and will have to answer for his crimes. The City Guards protecting you have a choice to make: join our Troopers and serve an honourable cause or turn around and never return,” Billy announced.

“To the leaders of Lubbock, Abilene, Waco and Austin; you are to return to your cities. If you advance any further down this road the consequences will be dire. Legitimate trade between our cities will continue should you so wish but there will be no more trade involving women,” Billy continued.

“For the City Guards; make your way to Telegraph Hill and turn on your mobile devices and follow the links and decide individually if you wish to return to Durden City or take your chances elsewhere,” Billy shut down commutations.

He and his four troops of Revolutionaries returned to Durden City and manned the walls in anticipation that the combined force of City Guards supported by soldiers from Lubbock, Abilene, Waco and Austin might counterattack.

The attack never came. Billy and Susan watched the bulk of the City Guard who had been sent out to escort the summit delegates come forward under a white flag and lay down their arms. They corralled their armoured vehicles outside the city walls with their guns unmanned.

Their leader came forward and Susan and Billy laid out the terms of surrender and then they shook hands all round.

Durden City had been taken by the Revolutionaries at a considerable cost but nowhere near the loss of life that would have occurred from an outright frontal attack. Pope Durden was in prison awaiting his fate, the Commission waited to be addressed by Susan Solister and the stunned male population went about business as usual.

Victoria returned to the Breeding Facility and called the Brood Mothers together and they came up with an interim plan to instigate a breeding program under the guidelines laid out in Susan’s announcement. The doctors were to immediately begin DNA testing so that mothers could be reunited with their children.

In the Comfort Palaces not much changed except that the male managers were dismissed and the Comfort Girls appointed managers from amongst themselves and then they returned to business as usual with the exception that girls had the power to say no to any Trade they didn’t like.

Silvia Cornish was captured attempting to flee the city and held in the same prison as Pope Durden.

ONE YEAR LATER

Durden City had been renamed Midland City and Pope Durden languished in prison serving a life sentence. Silvia Cornish was banished and sent out of the city with the few citizens and City Guards who had declined Susan Solister’s offer of amnesty.

They were given arms and ammunition to defend themselves and supplies to last a month. Four weeks after they left the city a patrol of troopers found what remained of the little band of refugees in Odessa where they had tried to settle. All of the men were dead, their arms and stores stolen. There was no sign of Silvia Cornish but her fate was obvious.

Susan Solister had been given the nickname ‘The Saviour of Midland’, which she hated, and had been elected City Commissioner in free and open elections. Those Commissioners found to be free of corruption were restored to their posts because the city needed to function. Those found complicit were exiled.

The city was peaceful and a sense of normality had returned. The breeders were free to choose those who they wished to cohabit with in comfortable, well-appointed rooms. They were allowed to raise their offspring but still had to serve as brood stock. The production of children, female children in particular was essential if a balance of the sexes was to be achieved.

The goal was that in one or two generations men and women and their children would live together as family units as they had before SARS-X devastated the world.

The Comfort Girl program continued. There was still the need to satisfy the desires of men while there were not enough females to do so. Boys were to be given the option to transition to girls should they so please, when they were of an appropriate age to make such a life-changing decision. It was surprising how many elected to do so.

Silvia Eglin was appointed to the new position of Commissioner for Women. She oversaw the Breeding and Comfort girl programs assisted by her Brood Mothers. Breeders and Comfort Girls still resided in the Breeding Facility and Comfort Palaces but were free to move around the city when not working. Of course they were always chaperoned, the appetites of men being what they were.

At first it was decided to abandon Freetown but Billy Brody, now the Commander of the City Troopers, convinced Susan to keep Freetown as an outpost stronghold guarding the roads and railways, ensuring that commerce and trade was conducted safely. There still scavengers and bands of raiders roaming the Badlands.

Madeline Smith and Virgil Benning

Major Virgil Benning was in command of Freetown assisted by Captain Madeline Smith. They lived in the Commander’s house and were content. At Madeline’s suggestion a small Comfort Palace was opened in Freetown to service the needs of the trooper stationed there. The half a dozen Comfort Girls who worked the Palace made lucrative earnings and denied none of the troopers the pleasure of their company. The troopers were handsome fit young men who showed them respect and adoration so why would they?

Madeline lay on the satin sheets dressed in a red satin shift, shimmery silky holdup stockings, red satin panties and high heels. The heels served no purpose other than to excite her beloved.

Virgil had finished for the day and was freshly showered and naked, standing at the foot of the bed looking down at Madeline with both lechery and love.

“We don’t have long. I’ve invited the other Captains and four of the Comfort Girls to dinner,” she smiled up at him.

“You spoil them,” Virgil smiled down at Madeline.

“They deserve it,” Madeline said earnestly.

“And I deserve you,” Virgil leapt on the bed.

“Prove it,” Madeline giggled reaching for the man she loved.

The End

EPILOGUE

Pope Durden paced his cell. He still had a limp from where he had been shot in the leg by Virgil Benning but he wasn’t thinking about his aching limb. Pope was thinking about his son. Pope was thinking about the future.

Galveston Texas, being an island, was the perfect place to establish a thriving city-state. It was a formidable fortress with a large military force and Pope Durden had been secretly communicating with the Governor of New Galveston, as the city had been renamed, for many years. Not even his closest confidants knew. When Victoria Eglin gave birth to her first son, Pope’s heir, Ethan Durden, Pope had secretly sent the child to Galveston a safeguard against the possibility that Pope might find himself in the circumstances he was now.

Twenty-one year old Ethan Durden was negotiating with the Governor of New Galveston, promising him a continual supply of breeding stock, should the Governor provide Ethan with a military force strong enough to capture Midland City and return to his father to his rightful place as City Commissioner.

The Governor of New Galveston was considering his options.

Author’s Note: I spent considerable time writing, editing and rewriting and reediting this story, interrupted by two overseas holidays. One of these holidays involved a six week sojourn across the USA (I live in Australia) during which I spent a week in Texas. For this reason I decided to set this tale in Texas (although I didn’t visit Odessa I had two wonderful days in Galveston) but I’m sure the nit-pickers will pick out my deliberate errors (for example: Midland, as far as I know doesn’t have a commercial rail service).

This is after all a work of fantasy. My research led me to the conclusion that although the circumstances which led to the decline of world’s female population and resulting catastrophic events described in this story are infinitesimally unlikely, it is not impossible .

Thank you for reading this opus and once again I implore you to leave your comments.

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Michele Nylons
July 2023