The species imperative a.., p.5
The Species Imperative: A Post-Apocalyptic Pandemic Fantasy, page 5
“Hey! What was that! Who are you?” I pulled and twisted at my bindings again, but to no avail.
The woman still shouted outside, now about some order or privilege or some such. I couldn't care less about what craziness these people were into. I needed to get the hell out of here. I looked around, my neck on fire but ignoring it as I scanned the church once again. I didn’t see the young woman again, but I saw a door in the back of the hall that was cracked open and within, shadows moved. The whole thing felt ominous, and the panic and fear that had been a small seed within I had been forcing down, now bloomed into a nasty, snarling vine that clenched at my throat.
Then, for some reason, the fear and worry felt silly and a far-off concern. I just lay there feeling my head spin into happiness as the speech of a crazy woman washed over me, causing giggle fits.
I’m giggling, I thought, and that made me laugh harder, I’m giggling? I don't giggle, and that snapped me out of the spiraling high. I breathed in through my nose, my mind muddled. That pill was something powerful, and I was feeling high as a kite, but I fought to maintain and stay aware of my surroundings.
The woman outside had finished speaking, and I saw her walk into the church. It was easy to pick up my head now, my neck no longer hurt. She was a short wide woman wearing a black cloak and hood. She stopped at the foot of the bed, and I saw a stream of women enter behind her, making their way single file around the room.
"Like school," I said, speaking my thoughts out loud in my inebriated state, "we would walk into assembly just like that."
"Yes, Adam," the woman at the foot of the bed, whose voice I recognized from the speech, said, "we are here in assembly, and this will be an education. For us all."
“Why?” I asked. Hadn’t I meant to ask why they drugged me?
"That is a very wise question, Adam, and one I do not have an answer for. Only the truth of what occurred is known to us. God judged us all; you felt his hand in that plague; we all did. He left those who he judged righteous with exactly what we need to create a world free of sin.”
The overwhelming nature of the high changed, and the euphoria shifted. I felt my heart pounding and smelled a strange odor. Glancing to the side, I saw a small trail of smoke floating through the air. The ground was thick with it, and the women had all knelt and placed their foreheads to the floor, breathing deeply of the strange fumes.
“You are god's gift to us, Adam." The woman said, her voice soft and filled with righteous zeal.
"No," I said, shaking my head, then my skin lit a fire, and my toes went numb, "I feel… odd."
"That is Salacim. It will take another minute or two to begin to have its full effect, and then you will realize the truth of my words."
“Salacim? Please are Vanessa and Nadia safe?" I asked, struggling for clarity.
"Your friends live; we would never end the life of one God has chosen. However, they have yet to see the light and will not be joining us tonight. The Salacim is a gift from our good doctor," she held up a hand and motioned to the back door I had seen before, “all have partaken. You will see why soon.”
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, a small sliver of the fear of returning.
“You are Adam Reynolds, who at the age of 13, scored perfect on the SAT, who at the age of 16 lead his high school soccer team to the state championships… and lost." She said, but there was no hint of judgment in her voice, simple fact.
"You are tall and handsome… gorgeous with those green eyes and black hair. God has gifted you to us, Adam Reynolds, and we will not deny him that pleasure… nor ourselves.” She finished in a whisper that held such sweet promise. I felt my body straining at the bindings in my desire to reach out and take her.
My mind began to swirl once more, and my nerves were raw, aching for contact. The shirt and pants touching me felt dead and lifeless. I licked my lips, tasting salt, and realized I was sweating, and more than that, my dick was like a steel bar, it ached as it pressed against my pants. It was so hard that the confining slack hurt something terrible, even over the drugs.
Suddenly a gong sounded and off in the distance the humming of a choir. My mind lost in the madness of my surroundings. Then the girl was back, her innocent face somewhat hidden by the hood, her pupils still so oddly dilated. Her quick, sure hands undid my pants, and then another woman joined her on my other side, the two of them freeing half of my body from the confining garments. I twisted my shoulders, and they both grinned at me. I smiled back.
The girl from before had a sweet chubby, cherubic face, and her friend had a slender mien with large doe-like eyes that had a strangely hungry look to them, almost feral as she and her friend stripped off my shirt. My hands were free for one moment and then not, over and gone before I could even think to react.
The woman at the foot of the bed spoke more, her words rolling over me. I felt amazing and even better when the first woman climbed atop me. Her body hidden beneath a black robe, and her face shadowed beneath the hood. But as she touched my skin with hers, I smiled at seeing the shock register in her stiff form, and then she bent over, face appearing before mine, twisted in blind need. Her hips thrust down, and my cock swallowed into wet, hot heaven, and my ear pierced by screams.
Sound once more came rushing in as the woman riding me clutched at the blankets, her dignity gone. I could tell the woman who had been speaking was shocked too at the reaction and held up one hand as if to signal others to stop this, maybe. I just smiled at the world and drove my hips up; my dick throbbed and deposited its first load of the evening into the woman. Her cry turned into a scream of such sharp pleasure it reached a pitch, her head thrown back, eyes wide and mouth agape, then she toppled over, unconscious.
"Next…" I said, my grin lose and silly, my mind loopy and my dick diamond hard and ready to go again. Whatever this drug was, I felt my balls aching as they churned with more and more cum.
“His divine hand at work!” The lady cried. I was shaking my head, trying to say the words ‘Science’, but that's not what came out as they dragged the woman off me, and another took her place.
"Scss… uhh… mmmhmmm…" was what came out of my mouth.
I went to grip this woman, but my hands were shackled, and I grunted in frustration. Thrusting my hips up into her and feeling her narrow vagina grip and shudder around my cock. This woman was large and heavy, but she rode me like a goddess. As she leaned down and her thick chocolate lips met mine, I felt her large breasts press to me, and I sucked hungrily on her bottom lip and tongue, her tongue buried in my mouth, her hands in my hair as I fucked up into her with powerful thrusts, matching her rhythm perfectly. We came together, the sounds of our great need and slapping bodies filling the room.
Soon another came, and then another. The smoke filled the room, and the music throbbed in the background. I felt hands sliding along my skin from the side and first one woman and then another, pulled my hands into their hairy wet pussies, and my fingers were massaging and exploring. Then my tongue put to work as thick thighs slid to either side of my face. Always my balls ached, my heart raced, and my mind swam trying to make sense of it all but always reveling in the mad orgy.
All was chaos when the woman in charge came last, her body trembling and shaking, her thighs coated in her wetness. I begged, and they released my arms, then with a mighty laugh, I pulled the woman beneath me; her robe up and thick thighs spread I was inside her in one thrust. Her cries shook the rafters, and I have no idea if her prayers were answered, but mine certainly were.
Looking around, I saw women all wrapped around one another and in various states of dress. The light was dim, and I saw white, black, brown, tanned, and all color of flesh as the orgy gained in intensity. The woman beneath me was unconscious, and I felt a bell go off in my head.
I blinked, my cock raging hard still and could only think of one woman I wanted above all others, Vanessa. Where was she? I looked around and saw my backpack against one wall. I wandered my way over to it, all around me, women reached out and touched me. Stopping to partake in one dark and sexy Indian woman, I emptied my balls for a second time into her womb.
Then when I staggered up from her, a slender woman slid her hands up my thighs, I smiled down at her and slid one hand to the back of her head and pulled her thick lips up my cock. I watched her long face swallow my cock, her eyes going wide as she was unused to this act but was feeling herself at this moment. I guided her, and when she glanced up, I smiled down and showed her how much pleasure she was giving me. I lay her back and with gentle and exploring tongue and digits, worked her to a screaming orgasm.
Crawling a few feet closer to the backpack and saw a perfect round ass bent over before me. The ass spun, and a pretty young Asian woman smiled at me in glee, her friend pressing me down with her, the three of us kissing as I pulled the Asian woman’s hips over mine and entered her, she rode me hard and fast, knowing exactly what she wanted. Her friend was a thick pacific island girl who was shy but turned into a wild cat when I had her bent over and her gorgeous wide ass rolling before me with each thrust.
I picked up my backpack finally and sighed at its reassuring weight. Then with a smile, I stepped out into the cold night air, nude and feeling the chill air on my skin. It felt amazing and then she was there, my Vanessa. Eyes wide and hand fighting mine off as I tried to press her back down on the ground. I couldn’t understand what was going on as she pressed clothes into my hands. I dropped them and let my hands slide over her body. She cursed softly, and I felt a sharp stab in my thigh, glancing down; I saw her pulling a needle out of my leg.
"You shot me," I said, smiling, and that was the last thing I remembered before darkness took me once again.
Chapter 8
I woke trembling like a leaf and surrounded by darkness. My entire body covered in cold sweat and back aching from my awkward position. I tried to shift and straighten my legs and found I was trapped in by walls. Panic took hold as memories returned, and a hand slipped over my mouth, cutting off any cries. Then I relaxed as a familiar voice breathed in my ear.
"Quiet, they might be close," Vanessa said, and I nodded to let her know I understood.
My heart was racing, and my nerves were on fire. I felt the sexual energy still coursing through my veins, trying to cloud my mind and override my judgment. I took long minutes to get myself under control, taking deep, slow breaths.
"How are you?" Vanessa asked carefully. I was all too aware of her body pressed to my back. I drove down the impulse to jump her bones with a force of will.
“I’m doing better,” I whispered, “sorry for earlier. I don’t know what they gave me but it’s… powerful."
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get out of here soon. It’s been a couple hours since I heard anything.”
“What happened to you back in the lab?” I asked, craning my neck behind me to see her in the faint light from the closet door.
"It was a trap," she shook her head angrily, "the doctor was part of it, these crazy bitches are starting an old testament cult here, and the whole thing was a trap to kidnap you. They locked me in a cell, but I managed to escape, and that's when I found you."
“Do you know where Nadia is?”
“She is being held with their converts. There is a building where they have about half a dozen women who didn’t agree with their new rules.” She sniffed, “They have someone preaching to them endlessly about the new world order or something.”
"Yea, I've heard the sermons," I said, remembering the zeal in that woman's voice and then the madness of the drug-fueled orgy.
“Come on,” Vanessa said, sliding the closet door open and slipping free, “let’s get the hell out of here.”
“We need to rescue Nadia,” I said.
"Adam, my mission is to get you to Berkley. Nadia will be able to get herself free. She is more than capable."
“We aren’t leaving anyone in the hands of these women," I said, feeling myself grow stubborn, "I'm not saying we have to free all the women who don’t want to be here, but I’m not leaving her in their hands.”
Vanessa’s face got hard, twisted with annoyance, and she glanced out the window. We were in a small maintenance room on the bottom floor of a building. The park-like campus spread out before the windows, and just off to the right was one of the main roads in town. It was dark and cold out, but the first faint glow of dawn was staining the sky over the hills.
“Fine,” she said finally, “but we do it my way. In and out and then back on the road.”
"Sounds good to me," I said, relieved she had agreed.
Vanessa had scavenged two sets of the black robes, and I threw one on, doing my best to strap my still mostly hard dick down between my legs. I hefted my backpack, and we slipped out of the room. We didn't run. Instead, we walked side by side at a slow, measured pace. We were a hundred meters away from the building when we saw another figure dressed in robes. It raised its hand in greeting, and Vanessa did the same, turning us down a branching path.
My nerves were nearly ragged, and my heart raced in my chest, but I kept my shoulders relaxed, and my pace slow. The woman we passed didn't give us a second glance, and soon we were approaching the theatre hall. A woman was standing outside, she had a book and was reading beneath the moon’s dim light. When we approached, she glanced up from her book; her gaze searching as we drew close, trying to make out our faces within the hoods.
"Helen, is that you? Goddammit stop being so creepy-,” Her voice cut off when Vanessa drew within range and lashed out with her fist, bouncing the back of the woman’s skull of the wall and then grabbing her before she could slump to the ground. I took the other side of the woman, and we hoisted her into a sitting position, head slumped, and book toppled to the ground. With the appearance as if she had fallen asleep.
We slipped into the theatre to find it empty. We made our way quickly to the backstage area. Here, too, it was empty. I started to worry that they had moved Nadia, and we wouldn't be able to find her when there was a sound from deeper in the complex. Vanessa pulled out her handgun, and I did the same, flicking off the safety and feeling my heart hammering so hard it felt like my chest would burst.
Vanessa motioned me to stay close as she slipped down a short set of stairs and into a dark hallway. We made our way down it silently, testing each door we passed and finding them all locked. As we approached a wide opening in the hall, we heard the telltale sound of a boot scraping on stone. Vanessa motioned for me to stop and slipped forward by herself. She poked her head around the corner, and I saw her body tense. She glanced back at me and held up two fingers, indicating two people and then tapped her gun. They were armed too. I saw the grim look of determination on her face and sensed she was steeling herself to commit deadly violence.
This was all my fault, and if Vanessa killed those women, it would be on my conscious. I had an idea suddenly, and reaching out, I gripped Vanessa's wrist and held up a finger. I passed her my gun and stood up. Dropping the black robe to the ground I stepped free naked. Vanessa's eyes widened, and I saw her questioning look, and I motioned for her to give me a few seconds then come out. I took a deep calming breath and stepped out from the hallway and saw a short corridor ending in two double-locked doors.
“Halt!” A tall woman robed in black shouted, lifting a long shotgun and pointing it at me as she did. I saw her eyes widen, and the gun lower even as the other shorter wider woman spun surprised, her gun forgotten in her hand.
“It’s… you!” The first woman said, just as the second whispered.
"Bless God!"
“I have come,” I said in a deep throbbing voice. Letting my will relax, I felt the remaining effects of the drug hit me again. My cock rose hard and steely, and I saw both women begin to tremble like leaves as I approached them.
“You… you shouldn’t be here.” The second woman said, glancing at her companion, “should he?”
“You would refuse the blessing?" I asked, my voice tinged with anger causing both women to cringe slightly. Then I was standing just before them, both were pretty older women, and I lifted my hands. Each woman froze as my gentle fingers reached out and grazed their cheeks. I saw pupils dilate as their breathing deepened, my desire rising to meet theirs.
I had fingers at the back of the tall woman’s hair and pulled her lips to mine. She relaxed in my grip, her body conforming to mine, even as her companions slipped her arms around my waist, her thick body pressing tight.
“Oh, blessing upon us," the shorter woman said I dragged her dress up and with strong hands, spun her wide ass around, "Oh God! Fuck me!”
She hissed even as I lowered my hips, and the tall woman slid a soft hand up my cock, her eyes wide as she pressed the head to her friends soaked pussy lips. Then I was in and hammering the woman hard. It took only moments for my drug-fueled cock to empty its balls into her meaty pussy. She cried out in ecstasy, and I felt her slump to the ground in my grip, even as her friend pushed me down onto my back.
The tall woman stripped free of her black robes and tossed them aside. I heard a jingle of keys even as her long slender body slid down me, accepting my dick into her tight embrace. This woman was brutal in her lovemaking, pounding fists and biting teeth, and it wasn't until I had a hard grip on her ass with one hand and had spanked her other to a cherry red that she came, body locking up in pleasure and passed out.
I left the two women lying there, and Vanessa ran from around the corner. I dug through the robes and pulled out the keys, even as the first woman was coming around. Vanessa began tying them up and gagging them as I pulled on my robes and unlocked the doors. Inside were six women huddled down trying to sleep, one smaller figure sitting alone in the corner, and one tall blonde woman stalking back and forth in the back.
"Adam!" Nadia called as she ran forward. I was thrilled to see the beautiful blonde, but there was no time for pleasantries.
“We have to get out of here fast,” Vanessa said to Nadia. The other women stirred, and she looked them over, “If you wish to escape, you better go now.” Several looked around confused, with blank lost expressions, while the smaller woman and another stood quickly and bolted along with us back down the hall and up the stairs. We started to run through the theatre when there was a shout from the entrance, and a gunshot rang out.
