Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 10

"HEY! We got one that's loose!" A nearby guard said, making her jump. He was pointing right at her and she just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Was he going to capture her and put her in the pen with the others? Brand her? Collar her? Fuck her? She certainly hoped so.

"At ease, back to your post!" Reverend called out to him, waving him off. "She's a Gateway refugee!" he said. "Granted, a naked one..." he said. "We'll get her clothed." Barbie deflated a bit as Reverend guided her into the lodge with the others. She couldn't help but look back at the pasture, wondering how she could get back there.

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CHAPTER 104: Becoming Stock.

"I don't want to make choices anymore!" Barbie was ranting. "I just want to go back to people telling me what to do like it was back in the breeding program at college before all of... THIS... happened," she said, exasperated.

"Wait, what? Before all of 'this'?" Reverend was asking, curious about this naked girl from Gateway who hunted him down in his office at the lodge. He'd given her clothing and a place to stay but from what his staff had been telling him, she'd either torn off her clothes once she was dressed by the others from Gateway or she'd tossed them away once they were given to her. She kept on asking for who was in charge until she was told to come here to see Reverend. "You really are from one of the Vaults, aren't you?" He'd been sitting at his desk, hands folded patiently, while this girl screamed, ranted, and raved about people always asking her to make a decision as to what she wanted to do to be a productive citizen here in the Coalition. She'd recounted her tale to him for a good hour straight now. "And you want to be one of the herd?"

"Yes!" Barbie reiterated. "If that's the last decision that I have to ever make then that is what I want! Why is that so difficult for people to get? Jenni was telling me something about I have to give myself to someone or some shit. People out East in Iowa at least got it when they pulled me out of that bunker and sold me off. But then after they tried selling me to you all, and you wouldn't buy me, they stopped using me. I've been both the happiest and most depressed I've ever been in my life since waking up in this hell!" She broke down into sobs, covering her face in her hands. "I just... I just..." her voice hitched as she cried and wept. "I just don't want to think anymore. I wanna go back to when I was a slave."

Reverend arched his eyebrow as he then looked over at Adam, who'd been summoned for this meeting as well. "I assume that this qualifies as her giving her consent to be enslaved to your satisfaction?"

"It does," Adam said, looking at Barbie with sympathy. "We had no clue this was what she wanted. We didn't know that she was just waiting for someone to come around and claim her. It explains her behavior ever since we rescued her from the slavers that we'd killed." Adam shrugged. "Being a Pre-Flare citizen, we just assumed that she wanted her freedom and independence like the others."

"Not everyone can hack it in our day and age and have found out, through us, that they can lead much happier and more productive lives being told what to do all the time," Reverend pointed out. "We tried telling you Rets that."

"Yeah, and your numbers soared when you announced to the region that breeders and milkers would be taken only on a volunteer basis instead of abducting everyone that came your way. So everyone is happier now," Adam snapped irritably. He stood up. "At any rate, she's made the choice that we've been waiting her to make. I"ll leave her in your care."

Reverend pressed his hands together and bowed his head to Adam in thanks. He waited for Adam to leave before grabbing a collar from his desk drawer and walked around to where Barbie was still kneeling on the floor, crying. This was his element now and knew how to handle such a submissive. "Slave!" he snapped at her. She whipped her head up, looking at him with wide, bloodshot eyes. Her crying ceased immediately. "Give me your neck so that I can collar it, slave."

"OOOH! Yes, Master!" she said happily, lifting her chin up to give him easy access. She moaned with pleasure when she felt the kiss of cold steel around her neck and hearing the click of the lock. "Oooooooohhhhhh... Thank you, Master," she sighed with relief.

"Follow, slave," he then commanded as he walked for the door. She hopped to her feet, falling into step behind him as he led the way down the stairs of the lodge and into the basement. From where she could see out of the corners of her downcast eyes, she was in a dormitory of some sorts. Reverend stopped to talk to one of his staff. "We have a new volunteer for the herd, this is Barbie and she comes to us from a cryo vault," he said, indicating her. Reverend then looked back at her. "When was the last time you took radroot and had your monthly?"

"Uhmmmm..." Barbie sniffled as she tried to think about the answer. "Last month after I'd been taken from the gang was when I had radroot. My period was a week ago, Master."

"You are close to your fertile cycle or on it now, then?" Reverend asked. Barbie nodded. He turned back to his staff member. "We will not need indoctrination for this one. She is a true submissive from the days before the Apocalypse. Get her numbered, assign her room, hit her with a fertility cocktail, and start her on the pumps and hormones at once."

"Yes, Reverend," the man said at once with a formal bow.

Reverend turned to Barbie. "Go with Kurt here, my child. He will see to your needs from here on out."

"Thank you, Master!" Barbie gushed with happiness in her chest now that she was back into familiar territory. On impulse, she dropped to her hands and knees, kissing his boots rapidly before he ordered her to stop. Then Kurt took over, ordering her to follow him. She was led to a frame where her hands and feet were put into leather straps and she was forced into a vertical X position, spread-eagled while upright.

Once she saw someone by the side talking with Kurt who was stoking a red hot fire in a brazier. He asked for a number to which the man replied "Two-One-Dash-One-Eight-Three." Kurt arranged five little pieces of metal in a row, attached it to a pole that he then stuck inside the brazier. A few minutes later, he took it out, holding the glowing number in front of Barbie's face. "When you come here you are born anew to cast off the shackles of your old life to begin a new one. With birth comes pain. With pain comes the knowledge that you are bringing life. It is these tenants that we hold to. Are you truly ready to cast your old life aside to help bring forth new life into this dead world?"

"Yes, Master," Barbie breathed, closing her eyes and waiting for the branding. She didn't wait long as the branding iron was press to her left thigh, just below the curve of her ass, followed by the same spot on the right thigh. She jerked in her bonds and screamed in pain as her flesh burned and sizzled. It lasted only for a moment and when Kurt was done, she had 21-183 emblazoned on her thighs. She welcomed the warmth and the pain, knowing that she truly was enslaved now. Those numbers would remain on her body for all time.

They let her out of the bonds and Kurt led her to a small room that had nothing more than a twin bed in it against one wall, a flatscreen TV on the other wall, and a door on the far wall that led to a small bathroom. The number on the door matched the number on her thighs. "This is where you will sleep at night if you are not entertaining a VIP," he explained. "Recreational viewing is on the touchscreen here. You will keep yourself cleansed and hairless from the neck, down and you will fall asleep when the lights go out, understand?"

"Yes, Master," Barbie nodded at the simple instructions for her.

"The doors open at sunup. You will bate quickly and then report downstairs for your morning meal. Just follow the others tomorrow morning and you'll be just fine," he said. "Come," he continued on, taking her down the stairs and through the eating area that was nothing more than tables at just the right height for her to eat at if she were on her hands and knees. Her loins throbbed at that thought even if her thighs were still aching from the burns. He paused to the doorway to the kitchen where he ordered a 'cocktail' for her. A shot glass of green liquid was handed to him. "Drink," he told her, handing it to her. She did so without hesitation, downing the sweet drink in one gulp and handing the glass back to him.

Woah... she thought as her head suddenly swam, her pupils seemed to dilate, and every pore on her body seemed to open up. She took a deep breath and inhaled Kurt's scent and she was suddenly horny. "That's the fertility cocktail that we've perfected over the years," he said. "It'll help you in the next room over." He then led her through the next door.

In the next room were rows upon rows of metal pipe stalls with padded floors and what looked to be shoulder rests next to small half walls. Kurt led her to the closest one. "Since you're coming to us midday, we're giving you a bit of a crash course to get you caught up to the herd's routine. After meals is milking. By the time you get here during the day you'll be begging for this," he explained. "You'll be lactating long before you even get knocked up." Kurt directed her to the closest stall where she knelt on all fours, resting her shoulders on the padded shoulder rests. It kept her breasts dangling underneath of her for easy access to whomever was on the other side of the half wall.

Kurt secured her in the stall by her wrists, ankles, and collar. Next, he locked a gate down behind her and positioned two rods with lubed dildos on them, nuzzling them just inside openings of her ass and pussy. Then he moved around to the central isle between the stalls. "Normally, the handlers will be doing this after each morning and evening meal," he said casually as he picked up two metal cylinders that had black hoses attached to them. He pressed a button and she heard the hissing of air from the cylinders. He put them up to her pert nipples at the ends of her hanging breasts. They latched on to the tips and started to rhythmically suck on them... searching for milk that was not yet there.

Barbie gasped in shock at the sudden pain at the ends of her tits but then moaned as it felt like nothing more than two people sucking hard and nipping with their teeth. She reveled in the pleasure that it brought. At the same time, the dildos pushed inside of her, fucking her simultaneously in both of her holes. She moaned deeply as the familiar sensation of being taken, even if it was by a machine, came back to her body. Kurt then pressed another couple of commands on the panel in the walkway. Four needles came out from either side of Barbie to jab into her breasts at the same time; two on top of each breast and two below each breast. There was a hiss along with the pinpricks of pain before they retreated. Then she felt two needles jab into her back just above her tailbone and two from underneath of her jab up into abdomen just above her mound. Barbie yelped and jerked before forgetting about it altogether.

Kurt, however, was quick to explain. "Hormone injections," he said. "We want you lactating as quickly as possible. It will also enhance your fertility even more. Now, I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes to get used to the milkers. Just relax and do what you have to in order to get off. Orgasms help milk production and so we want you having them as often as possible," he told her. "So you have permission to get off whenever you have the urge, wherever you have the urge, however you can. Got it?"

"OOOohhhhh... yes, Master," Barbie groaned, closing her eyes and already working herself up to one. It had been so long since anyone had touched her that she was ready cum already. She pushed back against the dildos, feeling them slam into her. She arched her back, jutting her tits out as if that would get the milkers to suck on her even harder. She shook and gyrated back and forth in her little stall, feeling the pressure building up within her loins. "AHHHHHHHH!" She then threw her head back and cried out as the first orgasm in a while slammed through her. She screamed her head of, letting the climax wash over her, reveling in the moment of sweet bliss that came with it. Barbie rode it out as long as possible before she was just kneeling there, body humming in the afterglow. The cylinders continued to suck on her breasts and the dildos continued to push in and out of her, working her back up to another orgasm. By the time Kurt was back, she was in the throes of her second one.

"Very good," he said when he finally got her out of the stall. "You'll be doing that twice a day, after breakfast and dinner, like I said before. After the morning milking, you have free time until Lunch, where is where we are at now." They went out the double barn doors and up the stairs on the other side until they were out into the pasture. Up next to the lodge itself, the pasture had a patio overhang that provided a lot of shade for the girls. Past that was the pastures filled with the greenest grass she'd ever seen since coming out of cryo. Lush trees dotted the fields to provide even more shad from the harsh sun above.

Her questioning look must have been evident on her face as Kurt was chuckling. "This is why we call this place Utopia Valley," he said. "Somehow the mountains protected this area from the blast of the Flare when it hit the western ocean. Then with this valley nestled within the mountains itself, along with other similar valleys on this side of the range, they became ideal places to have farms like this. Sadly, our initial ideologies clashed with others and we lost one farm and nearly lost this one," he explained as he showed her around. "But, praise the Lord, we were shown the light by His merciful hand of justice; the Retributionists. They showed us that we can provide our services by asking for ladies such as yourself rather than simply taking them by force."

"Your task at this point in time is simple," Kurt said after leading her around and showing her the fence that she was supposed to be in at all times and to never leave with anyone except the Handlers like him. She was also shown the facilities where she could relieve herself and freshen up as needed, the guard towers that she could flee to should a client get out of hand, and all the places she could lounge and frolic at with the other girls. "You just sit out here and relax," Kurt was saying. "Play with your fellow herd girls, play with yourself, or simply sleep. It is up to you. But when a client comes, and you'll know them by the guys walking around inspecting you girls, and he wishes to lay with you, you do so without hesitation. When the bell rings, you come back to the lodge. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," Barbie said at once.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Uhm..." she said uncertainly. Kurt motioned for her to speak. "What happens when I get pregnant, Master? I don't want responsibilities. Will I be expected to... uhmm..."

"No," Kurt shook his head. "You will carry to term, you will give birth, and then you'll be put back into the herd to breed again once the doctors clear you. Now that we are part of the Colorado Coalition, we have families from here to the California Republic all lining up to adopt babies. You will be in high demand because you're a pre-Flare girl and are far more fertile than any woman born of this day and age. But you will never be expected to care for any child you birth."

"Oh thank God," Barbie breathed with relief.

"Indeed," Kurt said reverently. He then swept his hand towards the pasture and the hundreds of women interspersed throughout the spacious fields and intermittent trees. "Go forth, play, relax, and welcome to the herd."

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CHAPTER 105: Finding her place

Barbie fell into the routine quite easily. She found out that they were exercised with calisthenics and yoga in the afternoon after lunch before given an evening frolicking out in the pastures where they could see the setting sun in all of his brilliant glory; filling the sky with red, orange, and purple swirls as it dipped below the horizon to the west. Then it was back in for dinner and then back to the milking room to be fucked by the machines and have their breasts pumped. Barbie got off two more times. Then it was back to their rooms to clean up and go to bed before starting the day all over again. At each turn she had Handlers nearby to direct her what to do next. She had no worries and no stress. Barbie felt like she was in heaven.

The next morning, since she was with the herd since the beginning of the daily routine this time, she was able to see the men as they came into the pasture for the morning frolicking. The men, one of girls had explained to her, like to get here early so that they had a chance to fuck one of them first without having to get sloppy seconds later on in the day. Barbie thought that was a silly notion but what could she do about it?

She made sure that she was lounging under a tree close to the lodge so that she could easily be seen. The men started milling throughout the herd. A comely looking man with brown hair smiled at her as he approached. Barbie smiled right back at him as she rolled to her back and spread her legs for him. He took the invitation, undoing his pants and taking his hard cock out. Without a word he mounted her, jabbed his cock into her wet and waiting pussy, and started pounding away. Barbie sighed with pleasure, feeling the first real cock inside of her in a long time. "Yeeeesss..." she moaned, locking her ankles behind his back as he fucked her hard and fast. "Fuck me, Master, fuck me!" she chanted. A moment later she felt his cock throb and his hot cum flood deep into her womb. She didn't get off but she reveled in the sensation nevertheless and thanked him as he pulled out of her and went on to find someone else.

Barbie slid her hands down to her pussy as she rolled to her side and curled into a ball. One of the things that she remembered from college was that orgasms helped impregnation by forcing the cum further up into her body. So she closed her eyes, closed her legs to keep her pussy closed, and proceeded to finger herself to a quick orgasm, her body shuddering in ecstasy to make her pussy contract and her womb to quiver. When she rolled back to her back, another man was smiling down at her. This one was an older gentleman with salt-and-pepper hair. "On all fours, please."

"Yes, Master," Barbie said happily, complying at once with the order. A moment later she grunted as his cock roughly penetrated her from behind. "Uhhhhnnngh..." she then groaned as the man grabbed her hip and fucked her hard and deep. "Ooohhh... yes Master," she said, savoring the feeling of his cock rampaging in and out of her pussy. "Fuck me, plant your seed in me, give me your baby..." she moaned. His cock plowed into her as far as it would go, continually brushing against her cervix. "Oh God... yes... master..." she groaned already feeling a good orgasm come on. "Give me your seed, please, Master," she pleaded with him. "I'm close!"

"Cum, slave," he said, driving his hips into her hard and blowing his load deep into her, coating her cervix.

"AHHHHHOOOOOOHHHH!" Barbie cried out as she came right along with him, her pussy contracting around his cock hard and milking it for every drop. She pushed back against him to keep her pussy sealed around his cock. They stayed there for a moment with their loins locked together until he finally pulled out of her. Barbie rolled into a ball on her back to keep her pussy inverted to get as much as his seed into her as possible. He patted her ass, leaned over and kissed her deeply, their tongues mingling for a brief moment, before he stood up and left. Then she fell limp in the soft grass, limbs splayed out in all directions, as she basked in the warmth around her. This, she decided, was much better than being a mere housewife to one man. This was what she was born to do.