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Forward: A few reviews of previously published work indicate concern that these works might be suggestive of underage characters simply time/date adjusted to meet the requirements of this site. My works are works of fantasy motivated solely by my imagination. If an adult character in my writing speaks in the manner of someone younger, it is the intent of that character to speak/behave in that manner, typically as a means of working through their own internal fantasy or as a natural effect of their character in a particular situation. Some of the commenter's I've reviewed hint to me that my writing brought their imaginations too close to the surface of a negative reality and found it disturbing. This was not my intent.
So for the record, all of my characters are above the age of 18 AND are (in general) of sound mind and body making fictional choices in fictional scenarios for the purpose of fantasy. By definition fantasy is not real, nor is it something that should resemble something real. If my writing is too over-the-top, it is because I (the fantasizer) am working in a completely fictitious framework that I would NEVER want to become reality. I hope the majority of my readers understand that making any of these fantasy scenarios real would likely bring GREAT harm to real people and that pain and destruction would far outweigh any pleasurable acts yielded in return. A fantasy (at least as I write them) is the extraction of only the pleasure an imaginary scenario might yield, intentionally ignoring all of the potential negative side-effects such scenarios would ACTUALLY have if played out in our reality.
Therefore, if your comment is something along the lines of "this isn't plausible" or "that's not believable" I invite you to re-read the definition of fantasy or even this entire forward again if it helps to clarify my intent. For the vast remaining majority of you, I have very much enjoyed your positive feedback and am happy to share the semi-demented fantasy world that (only) plays out between my ears.
Please Enjoy.
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The shower had seemed to be like a miracle. After months of huddling in basements and crawling through sewer tunnels just to survive, the shower had been an act of opulence far removed from Mary's imagination. The scent of the shampoo in place of stagnant filth was invigorating to say the least. As her toes nestled into the depths of a pair of satin slippers, she felt as if she had literally died and gone to heaven. She briefly meditated on all of the things she had taken for granted in her previous life and then lost. Things like television, social media, cheese crackers, and driving were all distant memories that she hadn't even THOUGHT of in months. Now she was wallowing in the last remnants of a lifestyle that the world had already forgotten, albeit 2500 feet under ground in something far more substantial than a bunker. Come to think of it this place was far more like an underground city than a bunker.
The confines of her room (cell) were luxurious by even pre-apocalyptic standards. The flat screen in the corner mounted to the ceiling played re-runs of My Name Is Earl. She had an electric tea kettle, a hot plate, a large pillowy chair and a queen-sized memory foam bed with clean linens. All decor was a blend of dark-wood furniture, mini-led spot lighting and post-modern glass-work. The curtains on the far end of the room belied her current geoposition. If she didn't think about it, she could be in the sleekest of hotel rooms in London, or on the 39th floor of a high-rise in Tokyo. All she had to do was ignore the fact that behind those curtains was a sheetrock wall, and she could be anywhere at all.
As she bent down, toenail polish in hand, she couldn't help notice the battered condition of her legs. Bruises and scratches were commonplace on her body these days, a minor feature of her recent lifestyle. Before the radio broadcast her existence could only be described as dismal. She had been downtown when the bombs had spread the virus. She remembered running towards the bomb shelter under city hall in a mob of crying and screaming citizens. If it hadn't been for Tim Martins (the mayor's executive assistant) pulling her into the private hallway off of the main shelter entrance, she would have died the same way everyone else had, clawing at her bleeding eyes and suffocating on her own blood or so she thought.
Tim had rushed her to an elevator that brought them down 3 more floors to the essential-staff bunker. It was outfitted with a far more expensive air filtration system and had adequate enough supplies to allow them to survive for months. That would've been the case of course except for the fact that a virus is a perfect intruder. Four days after the initial attack, several family members of the mayor's staff were allowed to join them after showing no signs of infection. Had anyone known the gestation period for the secondary infection was 7 days, most of those people in that bunker would have sahabet güvenilirmi survived.
The first sign of infection was the cough. It rattled heavily in people's chests almost immediately, as if they had severe bronchitis for 2 months. After that the fever and shakes, then the seizures and eventually bleeding and convulsions. As people fell one after the other around her, Mary began to wish she would hurry up and get it so it would all be over. The ever-present sense of panic and the emotional departures of everyone she worked with was almost as bad as the fact that she had no idea where her husband, daughter, or son were, or if they were even alive. She had strong hope that Frank would have gotten Sasha and Alex out of the city and they were somewhere in the wilderness avoiding contact with any and everyone.
After a week, Mary was the last living person in the bunker and her hopes of dying turned into survival instinct after realizing that she wasn't infected yet. She knew however, that this was likely a farce and that she could be infected by the drifting particulate still in the atmosphere in the skies above San Antonio. After gathering as many supplies as she could carry, she had embarked on a journey through the tunnels below the city. For hours she made her way (as far as she could tell) north through the official city maintenance tunnels. Eventually the maintenance tunnels gave way to drainage tunnels where she remained for the better part of 3 months. She sometimes imagined that she was on an adventure, exploring the unseen caverns of a jewel-ladened mine. In reality, she was often wading through waist deep sludge and sewer run-off.
The scariest moment was when she was in one of the drainage system's underground silos. It had apparently begun to rain overhead and the water had risen to her chest in the matter of a few minutes. She had had to swim across the cistern to reach the ladder built into the concrete and climb up towards the top. She figured if she was going to get sick, it was going to be after this rain had cleansed the virus from the city and washed it down to her.
A couple of days went by after the water receded and she decided to go top-side. Almost as soon as she emerged and clicked on her radio, she had been greeted by the voice of Alvarez. She made her way to the hospital over the next 2 days and had undergone significant medical testing for at least a few more days before being given a room (cell.)
The prognosis was simple, she had been exposed to the virus and was one of the few with an immune response strong enough to overcome the virus before it could replicate internally. That put her in the 0.01 percentile of the population according to her video conference with Dr. Alvarez. This type of immune response was ideal for a treatment, (should they be able to synthesize it) as it prevented her reproductive organs from being damaged. He had explained to her that there were few people with this type of resistance to the virus and that it was extremely important that she attempt to procreate as soon as possible. At 39 years, having another baby wasn't exactly on her to do list, especially under these horrific conditions. She had told Alvarez that she'd think about it. He had smiled and nodded as if he already knew the answer.
Mary slipped the bathrobe off and unwound the bun of wet brownish-red hair from the towel. There would be no hair dryer tonight as exhaustion claimed victory over her faculties. Mary had lost nearly 30 pounds in the past few months, but her DD breasts still looked perky in the mirror. Mary rubbed her hands over her battered body, measuring every bump and bruise with her fingertips as she looked on in the mirror. She traced pronounced lines under her eyes and the beginnings of crows-feet to their sides. When had she gotten old? she wondered. As her soft fingertips traced the outline of her bulging breasts, she thought of Frank. She had married Frank at 19 and they had had a fairly blissful marriage. Being a marine they had moved around a lot, but the kids didn't really seem to mind.
Frank had taken her out to a fall festival in their 2nd year of dating and had proposed during the fireworks show in the bleachers. She remembered them sneaking to the back of the house of mirrors and him bending her over a railing. He was as hard as chiseled granite when he pumped her full of cum. Little did he know she had forgotten to get her pills renewed a few days before. So, Alex was already in the oven when they married. Sasha came 2 years later after a drunken dinner party turned three-way (with her best friend) ended in a massive eruption inside her belly. They all had laid back smoking cigarettes and remarked on the likelihood that it had been a baby-maker.
Alex and Sasha grew up like typical siblings a couple of years apart do, fighting for preferential treatment from both parents at all times. They fought as young children and kept going all the way through high school. There were pranks, sahabet yeni giriş there was sabotage, and there were humiliating antics in front of friends. If there was a way that either of them could get at the other one, they did so as if they had impunity. The fighting got so bad that after Sasha graduated high school, Frank had actually locked them in the linen closet for the better part of 6 hours in an effort to get them to apologize and make amends. Seemingly, that did the trick and from then on until that fateful day, they had gotten along famously. That had been just a couple of months before the war. Mary thought about this as her hand drifted over her freshly shaved pussy lips. She laid back on the bed wondering what on earth had been said in that closet to affect a sea-change away from a lifetime of arguing and competition between the two.
She wondered about Alex. Where could he be? As the tears ran down her cheeks, she remembered the last few days before the war when Frank had had to go to California. It was no secret that Alex and Mary had a special relationship. Alex could talk to her about anything. Alex had just broken up with his long-time girlfriend from high school and was looking for advice on ways to forget her. Motherly advice had never been Mary's strong point, so she suggested either banging another girl or jerking off to someone completely different in every way from his ex. She had been so shocked later that night to awake and see Alex standing over her bed with his monster cock in hand. Mary's tits were hanging out of her night gown as if the material had been pulled to the side and beneath them. Her nipples stood tall and hard, glimmering with what looked to be saliva all over them. Mary was pretty sure that he couldn't see her open eyes in the dark as he just kept stroking his dick and humping the air as he stood by her bed. She was frozen in terror that he would notice her awake at first, but then she realized that she was indeed different from his prudish ex-girlfriend in every way and he WAS jerking off to her as far as she could tell.
At nearly 21 years, Alex possessed nearly the same frame as Frank, but was not yet quite as broad. That said, Alex was pretty buff in his own right from his track and field workouts and competitions. Mary's hand had sunk down under the covers to her moist pussy. As Alex stroked, Mary's fingers plunged in and out of her sopping wet hole. Mary wasn't sure if Alex had noticed her movements under the covers, but after a minute of stroking her soaked cunt, she didn't really care anymore. She hadn't been turned on like this in a long time. It wasn't that Frank wasn't holding his end of the bargain or anything, it was just that they weren't in their 20's anymore and things had gotten a bit stale. So, her awakening to her son's throbbing member hovering over her chest was like a lightning bolt to her libido. As she pumped her cunt repeatedly with two fingers, she couldn't help panting and moaning. Alex took notice, looked her in the eye and managed a grimace through the strain. It hadn't taken long for Alex's pace to race him to climax after that. Mary bounced up and down in the bed, her huge tits swaying back and forth. She came hard biting her tongue to stay quiet while Alex shot his hot spunk on her tits.
"I Love You Mom" he had said after dabbing the cum off of her tits with a towel. Mary had been speechless at the time, but she wasn't now. Back in the subterranean hotel room (cell) Mary's fingers once again plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy. It was the first time she had done so since the incident in her bedroom with Alex. She moaned out loud over and over "Oh God Alex, my baby, cum for mama." As her fingers on one hand plunged in and out of her cunt, her other hand massaged her clit. Again the result was brisk on account of her abstinence over the past few month. Mary's hips bucked uncontrollably under her hands and she half-sat-up in a crunch pose as the orgasm rocked her body. "Ooohhh Alex... Baby.." she cooed as she finally relaxed her mid-section and returned to the horizontal position.
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The next day (or at least she thought it was) Mary was awakened by chiming sound emanating from the TV overhead. She blindly felt around for the remote, finally locating it in her half-asleep state. She sat up in bed straining her eyes to see remote controls in the low-light of the room. After a good 20 seconds of fumbling, she clicked power on the TV. On the screen was the plump dark face of Evelyn
"Good Afternoon Mary"
"Afternoon?" Mary asked in confusion.
"Yes maam, you slept clear through til 2pm. Dr. Alvarez would like to video conference you, is now okay?" Evelyn's voice was very business-like, giving no clues to the nature of the visit.
"Uh... Ummm. Yeah I guess, I'm not quite awake ye..." Mary attempted as Dr. Alvarez's narrow face filled the screen immediately.
"Good Morning Mary"
"Uhh, good morning Dr. Alvarez. How can I..."
"Well sahabet giriş it would seem from your in-room bio-monitor that you masturbated last night" he said abruptly. His tone was both dry and agitated at the same time.
"Oh What!?" Mary shrieked. "You... You WATCHED!?" she exclaimed.
"Well, not at the time, no, but I did review the footage this morning." Mary's mind was reeling as her eyes scanned the room for the camera. "Oh don't bother Mary, it's of little consequence, should you find one, there are ten more."
"Dr. ALVAREZ!! THAT'S NOT RIGH..."
"Mary, you must understand that our interest is purely clinical" he said cutting her short again.
"OUR!!?" Mary shrieked. "You mean more than one person saw what I did in private!?"
"Mary, really, please calm down, there's simply no reason to be alarmed. We are not just some rag-tag hospital conveniently located so far underground that the world's most powerful nuke would only sound like a dull thud. We are a team of scientists dedicated to the cause of persisting the human race. You are our medical subject now. I'm responsible for ensuring that every possible pregnancy takes place as quickly as possible. It is a dire chore we are undertaking. I would appreciate if you please consider the nature of my work and not be so alarmed."
"WELL I WOULD APPRECIATE SOME FUCKING PRIVACY YOU PERVERTED MEXI-TROLL!" Mary never handled confrontation very well.
"Mary, please understand that there's a medical reason that I'm bringing this to your attention. Over-stimulus of the female reproductive parts can result in a slightly lower chance of conception at the time of intercourse."
"And I suppose YOU are going to be the one wanting to FUCK ME!???" Mary was infuriated.
"No Mary, as I've previously disclosed, I have been permanently damaged by the virus and am not a candidate for reproduction."
"WELL THERE'S THAT SMALL MIRACLE!" she barked.
"Actually, that's the second thing I would like to talk to you about. We have devised an experiment that we think will maximize the state of your arousal and excitement without subjecting you to the trauma of dealing with a potential stranger during your intercourse sessions today. I'd like to..."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM? YOUR BREEDING LAB RAT!? I won't be having INTERCOURSE with ANYONE today Dr. Smurf. I'll also not be having INTERCOURSE with ANYONE except MY HUSBAND!! DO YOU FUCKING GET ME!???" she screamed in rage.
"I see Mary." Dr. Alvarez's voice maintained plane and tone as he looked down, fiddling with something out of the view of the camera.
Mary was now panting with anger. "I want to get the FUCK out of this place immediately, you can't keep me here!"
"Ahh, Mary, that is where you are wrong. As I stated, we've been sanctioned to conduct this exercise in the event of a cataclysm by the U.S. Government, or whatever is left of it. Please rest assured, that you'll be taken very good care of and we will do everything possible to make this situation as comfortable for you as possible." As he spoke, Mary could hear a slight hissing coming out of what looked like a sprinkler in the ceiling.
"You'll find that we have your best interest and the interest of us all in mind as we care for you." Mary began to feel slightly light-headed. At first she felt a bit tingly and over the next 20-30 seconds, she began to feel VERY tingly.
"Wha.. What did you do?" she asked ever-more confused.
"A mild sedative Mary, to calm you down and prepare you for today's exercise."
Mary began to feel very relaxed, even thought she didn't want to. She could feel blood rushing to her nipples and vagina as they both significantly warmed.
"But, I just want to get out of here..." she said in what sounded like slow motion to her.
"Mary you're going to be better than okay, just lay back and relax" Dr. Alvarez retorted. "Our first subject is coming into see you now." She did as he said as it sounded like a grand idea at this point. Whatever he had gassed her with was as they say "primo" stuff. As her head hit the pillow she smiled. Her senses were in overload. She could hear every footstep in the hall, every breath from Dr. Alvarez on the tv. She could feel every fiber of the sheets touching her skin.
The door clicked open and a tall thin man dressed only in gym shorts walked into the shadow of her doorway. She strained her eyes to see who was there, but saw soon that he was wearing a black velvet bag over his head with no apparent holes for the eyes, only a single hole large enough for the nostrils and mouth to breathe through.
"Hello?" the man said. He sounded young to Mary.
"Hellooo" she said back in a lushed tone.
"Uh hi... I was told to come in here and help you out, but they made me wear this bag, so I'm afraid whatever I'm going to help you out with must not require vision. You sound nice though" the man was obviously nervous.
"Ok sir, if you could proceed by removing your clothing." Dr. Alvarez's voice rang from the tv.
"Uhmmm.. Okay sir." he said obediently as he pulled down his shorts. Mary's attention had lulled for a moment, but snapped back to the situation at hand at the sight of this young man's long semi-hard cock.