Heding to APOC

by Morgan Destera

  Maharg walked to Vin and dragged him up to his knees and stared deep into his burning brown eyes. “So be it,” he said in a tight voice. “You do it then.”

  Vin waited stoically as Maharg pushed his cock to Vin's lips. “Are you saying you deserve this,” he whispered harshly as he pushed the tip past Vin's lips and kept going. “Are you admitting your guilt? Three of your former drones, Vin. Was she to be the fourth?” With that he shoved his dick fiercely all the way forward. Vin made a choking sound, but after a quick moment, swallowed and adjusted. Maharg thrust again, harder.

  Siki got to her knees, looking around frantically. She was able to brace on the desk and stand. Then she raised a leg and pushed against the back of Maharg's knee. He fell, sprawling, his hard cock popping from Vin's mouth to crush underneath him. Vin jumped to his feet and kicked at Maharg's side repeatedly, picked up the keys on the desk and tossed them to her so she could catch them. “Go!” he hissed at Siki. “Get out and run! I'll catch up. Go towards your station, but take the dead end offshoot.”

  Siki ran.

  The dead end offshoot was just that – a blind alley. Before the Meltdowns, this had been a working mine with hundreds of such tunnels and offshoots. Most ended being cut-off or just blocked after so many lives – employees – were killed. The crew Siki worked with was just a fraction of the numbers that had once worked here.

  She reached the end and waited, keeping to the darkness as she tried key after key to unlock the cuffs. Finally they fell away and she could rub her wrists. She wondered if there were any marks but couldn't tell in the darkness. And where was Vin?

  She suddenly realized she was still naked and crossed her arms over her breasts. She shivered as a cold chill came over her, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the dampness of the tunnel, or if her adrenaline was dumping and she was going into shock. She crouched and huddled into the extreme end of the offshoot, suddenly sobbing. Trying to remain as small and as hidden as possible, she buried her head in her arms.

  She had no sense of time. She found herself suddenly waking up, staring into the darkness. She had no idea how long she had dozed, but there was still no sign of Vin. She took a deep breath and stood up, knees cracking.

  She couldn't stay here. Maharg had overheard Vin tell her where to go. The office could have been bugged without Vin being aware. She was not safe here, and neither was he.

  She took a step back the way she thought she had traveled, but collided with a wall. She swore, and ran her hand up the wall, trying to determine which direction she needed to go. She froze suddenly as a light washed over her, but relaxed as she heard Vin's voice call her name and his footsteps echoing.

  “Oh, you're alright!” she exclaimed. She wanted to embrace him, but stood her ground. He stopped right before her, shining the headlamp on her. She saw he had taken the time to put on a clean work shirt and work pants as well as boots. He stared at her for a moment, but then handed her a bundle. “I brought you some clothes,” he said. “We have to get out of here fast.”

  In the light she could see the bruises on his face. “I didn't expect you to fight. It was so unexpected, and foolish – but so fucking brave!” She looked down, a little embarrassed.

  “After you ran, he grabbed my leg and we fought, but he was pretty well done. I left him knocked out on the floor. But he probably won't be out long.”

  She nodded and dressed quickly in an outfit almost identical to Vin's. “Thanks for the clothes,” she said.

  “Well, I couldn't have you running around naked,” he smiled grimly. “It'd cause too much attention... and be too distracting.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Those first few minutes were crazy. I had no idea what was going on and my brain could not seem to grasp anything. That morning I had left for work as normal, and suddenly I was being fucked lusciously, then raped while watching an assault, and then on the run with Vin. I never really wanted to escape. I wasn't happy in the Shafts, but I accepted my fate. No one was happy anymore. I didn't expect to be happy again.

  Vin lead Siki back down the cutoff and veered off suddenly. She expected to hit the wall again, but he pushed down on her shoulder until she was crouching as he lit on a wooden cross. At the very bottom of the X, under the spot where the bars crossed, was a very small opening. It was small enough, low enough, and dark enough to be fairly well hidden. Vin hesitated a moment, but slithered through the hole and motioned for her to follow.

  Once on the other side, he spoke. “I've never been this far before,” he said. He started down the dark shaft slowly. “Usually I am met by a Waster and they would take you from here. But this wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to meet them in two days. You would have been much more prepared – more supplies, better clothing. So I don't really know what's ahead.

  “But I can't go back. I am as wanted, now maybe moreso, as you.”

  Siki nodded in understanding. “I'd rather have you along,” she said. “I feel braver. Like with that Reg. I would never have kicked him like that if I had been alone.”

  Vin nodded his head but said nothing, concentrating on the tunnel. They moved slowly, unsure of what was ahead. But he also knew that the entrance to the tunnel would not remain hidden much longer, especially if Maharg brought help.

  “This tunnel shouldn't be too long...” he said, more to himself than for Siki.

  They continued on, but seemed to walk slower and slower. Suddenly, something brushed by her face and she swatted at it, trying not to scream. She did not want to alert anyone who may be behind them, and she knew they couldn't be too far away from the dead-end tunnel. She did make a noise which startled Vin. “Shit!” he said, laughing nervously. “Sorry. I should have told you there are probably all sorts of things down here. The main shafts are kept clear, pretty much. But these dead ends and escape tunnels aren't. It was probably a Rab-bat.”

  She nodded, but found herself following Vin more closely.

  Then, over his shoulder, she could see a small light and she could feel him relax. “There's the end,” he said, somewhat triumphantly. His footsteps sped up.

  The light disappeared.

  “What the...”

  She felt something grab at her. She smacked it away and saw Vin get pulled into a crevice. Again, she wanted to yell, but kept quiet. She jumped after him, and found him struggling while three or four arms clawed at him.

  “Get back,” he hissed at her. “Stalkers!”

  Stalkers were basically scavengers. Right after the meltdowns, survivors had been forced to live on what they could find. The Shafts had been literal gold mines, full of equipment, resources both natural and man-made, and even clothing from dead miners who had been abandoned in the Shafts by their employers.

  Once the government tried to re-establish control, the mines were swept clean by soldiers using poison gas. Initially they wanted to use flamethrowers until someone realized that fire could cause damage to more than just the Stalkers. However, some Stalkers still used the old tunnels, especially after they had found some Wasters using them to escape and to help others escape from the shafts.

  She grabbed onto one of Vin's arms, trying to pull him away from the Stalkers. Then she felt herself being grabbed around the middle and lifted. Screaming now, she kicked back at the intruder and flailed at him with ineffectual fists. She looked and saw Vin beating at on Stalker with the backpack he had been wearing. He had one arm free, but she could see two or three figures clutching at him farther in the split. She now felt more hands on her legs and though she tried to wiggle and kick, she knew she didn't have the strength to continue to struggle.

  “That was the shortest escape ever attempted,” she heard a voice say from a distance. “Truly pathetic.”

  She didn't open her eyes. She recognized the voice and knew. Somehow the Stalkers had turned them over to Maharg. She turned her mind instead to Vin. If only he had left her alone! She had not really sought freedom. She had accepted her fate in the Shafts. But his interfere
nce now may cause her death. But again, it may save her from decades of hard labor and suffering. There are worse things than death, she thought.

  “You didn't even get out of the Shafts! At least your other escapees made it farther than that. You can't even find your own way out.”

  Siki knew then that Vin was also in the room. She listened for some sound from him, but heard nothing but Maharg's calm ranting. She opened one eye slightly and saw nothing but white-tile ceiling. It was then she realized she was strapped naked to a low table. She whimpered unexpectedly.

  Alerted by the noise, Maharg glanced towards her. “Oh look, your girlfriend is up,” he sneered. Maharg stood up, naked, and advanced towards her. “Welcome back,” he said to her as he laid a hand on her upper thigh and started to rub.

  “I checked your records while you were on-the-run. Six years as a Breeder and no offspring. Interesting. It makes me wonder if the seed was strong enough.”

  His hand moved up from her thigh to her hip and then over to her pubic area. She whimpered louder, not in arousal, but in disgust. She had been through all this before. She had been force-bred, before being ordered to the Shafts. There had been no dignity, just a quick coupling of bodies, and definitely no pleasure. Of course, she had not known pleasure until Vin.

  Maharg suddenly removed his hand. She watched as he walked back to where he had been sitting and leaned down to unlock a small cage. When nothing emerged from the door, he reached in and pulled a nude and bloodied Vin out by his hair. Siki's heart dropped.

  Maharg dropped Vin's head onto the concrete with a thud. He lay there, motionless, bruised from head to foot. Maharg glanced at Siki. “Your hero,” he said, nudging Vin with his foot.

  Maharg sat down next to her, trailing a finger between her breasts. “Don't worry. I think he'll recover.” He stretched out next to her and fingered the scars on her face, then leaned in and kissed her deeply. She rolled her lips inward and sealed them, and refused to meet his eye. She did not try to move away, but she was not going to let him have any pleasure with her body.

  Maharg didn't seem to mind her refusal. He continued to explore, running his hands over her breasts and even applying his tongue to one. The nipple hardened by instinct but she remained quiet, not moving. His hand trailed down between her legs, taking her clit between her fingers and rolling it. It was hard for her to remain still. Despite her hatred, the motions were making her excited. She tried to cross her legs but was thwarted by the restraints. Maharg chuckled at her efforts.

  He kneeled between her legs, stroking himself, gazing at her body, lingering at the full breasts and especially appreciative of the wetness between her thighs. Such a lovely vessel to empty himself into...

  He checked her wetness with his finger, then brought it up to her mouth. When she refused to suck, he licked it himself. She blushed in anger at his smug expression. She lay back and closed her eyes, readying herself.

  Then he slammed into her. It could not be described as a gentle, loving gesture. She wanted to cry out in pain as he thrust animalistically again and again. Still on his knees, he smashed his hips against hers and ground the bones painfully into her pubis. His head was thrown back and he appeared almost wolf-like. He allowed himself to fall forward, but caught himself before he crushed her. His mouth was on her breasts, biting. That was all he needed to make him shudder heavily and come inside her.

  Afterwards, he lay on top of her, breathing had with the effort, smashing her flat against the table. He glanced up, saw tears in her eyes, and was glad. She wanted to be emotionless, but those tears gave away her fragility. He had touched her, the only way he could.

  After a moment, he slid off the table and cranked it to an acute angle, head-down. “To help the sperm settle,” he said, and left the room. The blood ran to her head and she blacked out.

  She awoke to the sound of a low moan and opened her eyes. The room was still askew, but she could feel her body slowly lifting and straightening to a flat level. She closed her eyes as dizziness swept over her and felt someone slowly loosening the restraints on her ankles and wrists. She wanted to jump off the table and run but lethargy and hopelessness held her there.

  Then she felt something sidle onto the table next to her and smelled Vin's scent. She opened her eyes and looked to see him weakly stretch out next to her on his stomach. “I'm sorry,” he said, and closed his eyes.

  She moved an arm to thread a hand through his hair. A little while ago she had been furious at him for interfering with her life. Now all she felt was sadness – for him as well as for herself. She knew there was no way Maharg would keep him alive. It was just to tease her that he had stayed alive this long. Now that she had been bred, there was no reason for Vin to remain.

  As for her, if all went exceptionally well, she would probably find herself among the stable for the Regulators. However, if this breeding didn't take, she might be killed also. The best she could hope for was to return to the Shafts.

  They lay like that for a long while until Maharg's underlings came in, checked Vin's pulse, and then carried them to a larger cell at the extreme end of the room. Siki pretended to be unconscious, happy the assistants also did not try to assault her. Now in the dark, she pulled Vin onto the one cot and tried to make him comfortable. Then she sat in a corner and waited.

  CHAPTER 4

  She could tell that days passed by the shadows that hugged the walls and traveled around the room. And by her hunger. The underlings had left several bottles of water, but no food in the cell. She tried to get Vin to drink, hoping to keep him hydrated enough to survive at least. She expended little energy; she just sat in her corner and watched Vin as his bruises blackened, and then yellowed grotesquely. And hoped the seed had not settled inside her.

  Four days in the cell the underlings returned. She did not fight them as two entered the cell while two more stood guard at the door. One grabbed her arm and held it steady while the other one drew blood with a pen-like device. Then, like a precision drill team, they left the room.

  She sighed and buried her head in her arms.

  The next day Maharg returned.

  He strode in, dressed in a sanitary-looking suit she had seen other officials wear when she had gotten health screenings as a Breeder. “You are not pregnant,” he said remotely, glancing at the tablet he carried. “But your records show they have never tried implantation with you. I hate to just eliminate fine breeding stock. I bet you were beautiful, before your disfigurement.”

  Two assistants opened the cell. One grabbed her and easily carried her back to the examination table. She had no strength to fight, she just lay there limply. They did not even bother to restrain her, sensing her powerlessness.

  “I took the liberty of splicing your DNA from the blood samples I took,” he continued.

  Another assistant entered the room, carrying a tray of sterile equipment. As she put the tray down on a cart next to the table, Siki could see a long, semi-transparent, fleshy tube. It was about as wide as two fingers and was pulsing. Inside the tube, she could make out two throbbing, seed-like objects. There were other tools and objects on the tray, but the tube and seed held her attention.

  Maharg slipped her feet into stirrups at the end of the bed and physically scooted her down the table until her ass was hanging off. She wanted to press her knees closed, but with a slight touch they opened for him.

  He was thorough with his examination, she had to admit, with no lustful probing. He wiped her labia with sterile solution and lubed the speculum thoroughly before inserting it to hold her open wide. She almost enjoyed the sensation of being pulled open like that, the tugging, the being exposed and open. If only it were Vin performing the probe, and not Maharg...

  “Your uterus tilts to one side a bit,” Maharg murmured. “Also your cervical canal turns to the left a bit. Perhaps that is part of your problem with breeding. Implantation may just be the answer we seek. And of course, this ovum is the best, hand-picked from my own stock to match yo
ur DNA,” He emphasized slightly the word “hand.”

  He inserted a tool and Siki felt some scratching inside her. She had had this done before. It was a standard test to check for diseases. Then she saw him pick up the fleshy tube. It was not as flexible as she had expected. It was firm and bendable, but not squishy. And wide. She could feel it sliding between her legs, into her vagina and further. It was not slimy but was lubricated for easy passage. Its width stretched her further, making her moan.

  “Oh you like that,” she heard Maharg whisper stealthily. But he did not shove it inside her as he had his cock. He was surprisingly gentle, maybe because it was his own creation.

  The tube bent a little to accommodate for her anatomy, and then the sliding stopped. She saw Maharg's hand slide down the tube, moving the eggs down and into her. She felt more than heard one plop, then another deep inside. She shifted on the table, but Maharg put a hand on her stomach. “Don't move,” he said. He stood there a moment and things seemed strangely suspended in time before he slowly removed the tube from her. She yelped with relief as the end of the duct emerged from between her lips. That in itself was almost an erotic sensation, oozing out of her and then a sudden plop.

  Suddenly the assistant next to Maharg collapsed and Maharg himself spun around. Vin had taken advantage of the surprise and had swept the Reg's feet from under him. Maharg toppled, clutching the table to keep himself from falling hard. Siki sat up quickly, grabbed the tray while dumping the instruments that lay on it, and hit the Regulator hard in the face with it. Maharg was down, but she and Vin both knew it wouldn't be for long. She grabbed a pen-injector from the floor and stabbed at him. She had no idea what medication was in the needle, she just hoped it was a muscle relaxant at the very least.