A Dark Future: Book 3
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Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Third series of chapters from the "A Dark Future" Universe. If you haven't, pleased read Books 1 and 2 first.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Alternate History Sharing Wife Watching DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Politics Slow
Jane slows the car as they turn onto the long driveway to the facility, coming to a stop at the security checkpoint.
“This is a lot of security.” Reyna says quietly, before Jane rolls down the window.
“It is.” Jane says, reaching over to put the window down. “Just keep quiet.”
“This is a secure facility.” The guard, decked out in body armor, face not visible behind a mirrored visor, says gruffly. “No entry for civilians.”
“My BAA Administrator called ahead.” Jane says. “I’m supposed to pick up two detainees.”
The guard looks up, says something to another guard behind him, before taking a step back. “Name?”
“Jane Wolfe.” Jane says, eye catching movement in her rear view mirror as the other guard circles the car, muttering something into a radio.
“ID card.” The guard says, holding out his hand.
When Jane passes it over, the guard steps back into the gatehouse, before emerging a few moments later, returning it to her. “Pull around to the back. Do not exit the vehicle. Follow the instructions of the officers there.”
“Got it.” Jane says, raising the window again before pulling forward when the gate opens. Glancing at Reyna out of the corner of her eye, she says. “They are taking this a lot more seriously around here.”
“DC is like seventy percent minority.” Reyna says. “And who knows how many of the people who identify as white fall below the ninety-five percent threshold.”
“And it’s the capital.” Jane sighs, turning to go around the side of the building. “I knew security would be high, but this is a bit much. We aren’t actually even in DC.”
“It’s probably a lot worse to actually enter the city.” Reyna says.
Jane nods, attention focused on another black clad officer motioning for them to pull into a covered loading area.
“Jane Wolfe?” Another guard asks, coming over once they have stopped.
Jane tries to keep the shock off her face as she realizes from the voice that the guard is a woman. “Yes...” She manages to say.
“ID.” The guard demands. After looking at it, and then at Jane, she continues. “The detainees will be processed out momentarily. Unlock the doors, and remain in the vehicle.”
Jane hits the unlock, waiting for any other instructions. When none are forthcoming, she rolls the window up halfway, and looks back at Reyna. “You ok?”
Reyna just nods, gritting her teeth. “I’m ready to go.” She says quietly.
“Me too.” Jane says. “If I ever agree to do this again, please get my head examined.”
“I will.” Reyna says seriously.
A few minutes later, a double door near them opens, two guards emerging first, before stepping to the sides. Behind them are two women, dressed in orange jumpsuits, feet bare, hands zip tied behind them. Another guard follows behind, pushing them towards the car with a club when they begin to slow.
“What the hell?” The shorter one asks, turning to face him.
With an abrupt flick of his wrist, the guard whacks her on the side, causing her to stumble. Unable to recover her balance with her hands bound, the woman falls, cursing.
“No talking.” The female guard says, coming over and prodding the woman on the ground with her foot, before grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. Marching her over to the car, the guard stops with her near the driver’s side window. Looking behind her, she asks. “Who has the paperwork?”
The guard with the club comes over, handing the paperwork to the female guard. Flipping through it, she glances at the paperwork, and then the detained woman, before handing the first set over to Jane. “Sign at the bottom of the first page to confirm receipt.”
Jane glances at the photo on the paperwork, and then at the detained woman, and back at the photo again, not completely sure it’s the same person. The girl in the picture is pretty, long hair neatly groomed, with golden skin and a warm smile. The girl in front of her is dour, sulky even, with shorter, tangled, and dirty hair. “Are you Asha?” Jane asks.
The woman glances over at the female guard. “You will answer questions when you are asked.” The guard barks, fingers digging into her arm.
“Yes.” Asha says, voice flat and emotionless.
“Yes, what?” The guard says, fingers digging in further.
Asha winces, attempting to pull away for half a second, before saying. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Well done.” The guard says in mock encouragement. “I’m so glad we taught you a few manners during your stay with us.” Looking back at Jane, she asks. “Are you going to sign, or are you refusing delivery?”
Jane signs, handing the paperwork back. Reaching into the paperwork, the guard tears off one page, handing it back to Jane. “Her card information is on that, in case you are stopped on your trip back.” Reaching for the car door, the guard opens it, shoving Asha into the back seat. Reaching in, she buckles the seat belt, tinkering with something on the door before closing it.
“I turned your child locks on.” She says. “You don’t want them opening the door and bailing out in the middle of the highway.”
“Next.” The guard says, handing the first half of the paperwork off to the guard with the club when he brings forward the taller, darker woman. Inspecting the paperwork again, the guard looks between the woman in front of her, and the paperwork. Grunting in apparent frustration, she looks up at the guard with the club. “Are you sure this is the right one? I can’t ever tell the darkies apart.”
“Fingerprints matched.” He says.
Handing the paperwork to Jane, she says. “Sign at the bottom.”
Jane glances at the photo, and then up at the woman, wincing as she notices the bruising on her face for the first time. “Kendra?” She asks. The woman nods, opening her mouth to speak, before shutting it. Jane quickly signs, and hands the paperwork back.
As the guard straps Kendra into the back seat, she says. “Watch out for this one. She’s a spitter.”
“Oh...” Jane says, unsure of how to respond to this.
“She’s probably learned her lesson.” The guard says, straightening up and nodding at the bruises on Kendra’s face. “We are out of spit shields, but some duct tape or a pillow case over her head will work if she starts up again. Just make sure she doesn’t bite you while you put it on.”
Jane nods, suddenly even more eager to be out of there.
Engaging the child locks, and then shutting the rear door, the guard comes back around, handing Jane the sheet she needs from Kendra’s paperwork. “Head back directly to the gate. Do not stop, do not exit the vehicle. They will need to see those papers there, so don’t put them away yet.”
When they’ve made it out of sight of the front gate, but haven’t hit the main road yet, Jane pulls off of the road, stopping the car. Turning in her seat, she looks at the two women in the back seat. “My name is Jane. And this is Reyna. She’s one of my girls. Do either of you need anything before we get on the highway in a few minutes? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and I’d rather not stop anymore often than we have to.”
After a moment of silence, Jane looks between them. “Painkillers maybe? You both look like you could use one.”
“Where are you taking us?” Asha asks angrily, the dam of patience finally bursting.
“Like I said, we’ve got a long drive ahead of us.” Jane says. “We are headed to a small town in the mountains, west of here. You wouldn’t have heard of it.”
“My dad is coming to get me.” Asha insists. “You need to take me back.”
“If your dad comes here, he’ll be detained.” Reyna says, looking at the sheet with her card info on it.
“He’s a government official.” Asha says. “They wouldn’t dare. We would go to war over it.”
“If anyone was going to war over any of this, it would have happened by now.” Jane says. “I’m truly sorry, but that’s the reality of the situation. You are here, and if you were being sent back to your homes, it would have happened by now. Your auction dates were set for next week.”
Kendra’s head drops, sobbing quietly as she attempts to hide her face.
“That can’t be right.” Asha insists. “Let me call my father, he will clear this up.”
“I can’t give either of you a phone.” Jane says. “We really need to get on the road. Do either of you need anything before the car starts moving again?”
“Painkillers, please.” Kendra says quietly.
“Reyna, can you give her some?” Jane asks.
Reyna pulls out the bottle, getting two pills, before reaching into the bag at her feet for a water bottle. “Do you want me to undo their hands, Mistress?”
Jane shakes her head. “I’m sorry girls. But we can’t risk a situation right now. Kendra, Reyna is going to help you take the pills. If you bite her, or spit at us, we are going to have a serious problem.”
“I won’t.” Kendra says, looking up and opening her mouth for the pills.
Once Kendra swallows the pills, Jane looks at Asha. “Last chance...”
Asha huffs, staring out the window.
“Ok, off we go then.” Jane says, putting the car in drive as Reyna settles back into her seat. “You two can talk, if you want. I don’t run things like a prison, I like my girls to be happy.”
“Is that why you got us?” Asha asks, scorn dripping from her voice. “Are you some kind of nasty old lesbian?”
Seeing Reyna turn in her seat, Jane reaches over, putting a hand on her knee. “It’s ok, Reyna. Asha, I am bisexual, but my girls aren’t required to engage with me. It’s completely voluntary. And I did come to get one of you. I don’t have to decide which until we get home, though. The other one of you will go to our local camp, which I’m guessing isn’t quite as bad as the one you just left.”
“Why us?” Kendra asks softly.
“You are both doctors.” Jane says. “And we need doctors. I’ve got a pregnant girl and two injured people in my house, the town is surviving with a doctor who is too old to drive anymore, and our camp has one doctor to handle all of the girls that are there. I don’t even know how many there are. We need help, and you two were the closest doctors available.”
“And Mistress Jane isn’t old!” Reyna adds, glaring at Asha.
Asha glares back.
“Enough, girls.” Jane says. “It’s a long trip, maybe we can talk about something more pleasant? Or I can turn on some music for a bit, and we can talk later.”
After a moment, Kendra speaks up. “Why are they doing this? I was at the airport, ready to leave. If they don’t want us here, why don’t they just let us leave?”
Breathing deeply, Jane explains. “How much US history do you girls know?”
“I had to take a US history class as an undergrad.” Kendra says.
“Then you should be able to put it together.” Jane says. After a moments silence, she continues. “I’ll lay out of a few facts for you, and then you tell me why you think they are doing this. The gap between the rich and the poor in the US has been growing year by year, with the middle class gradually shrinking. We are rapidly headed towards a situation in which there is almost no middle class. People have been growing discontented, and with the way inflation hit over the first year of this presidency, it’s been harder and harder for people to make ends meet. Elections are happening at the end of this year, and if the ruling party lost those, they wouldn’t be able to pass any of their legislation. Worse, it would likely have meant a backlash against the party as a whole, leading to them losing the presidency in the election after that. Also, several of the president’s advisors are either from, or spent significant time in your home country, Kendra. Is that enough for you to put it all together?”
Kendra sits, clearly thinking. “You are saying that this is just new apartheid?” She eventually asks.
“Bingo.” Jane says. “In apartheid, you had a sharp divide between those who had power, money, etc and those who did not. In America, that was the rich and the poor, with the middle class as a buffer, as well as something the poor could aspire to become part of. That has been less and less effective over the past few decades. Now they are trying to redirect the divide. Instead of rich vs poor, now it’s master vs slave. It was originally a thought experiment of billionaires, and they’ve had to adjust the rules as reality has poked some holes in their ideas, but that is the gist of it. How do you elevate poor white voters, and make them feel like they aren’t at the bottom of society anymore? You put someone underneath them, as a distraction.”
“If you can convince the lowest white man he’s better than the best colored man, he won’t notice you’re picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he’ll empty his pockets for you.” Reyna says, looking up from her phone. “I know I had heard something like that in school, I just couldn’t remember who said it.”
“LBJ called it, more than sixty years ago.” Jane nods. “It’s the Southern Strategy all over again, but taken much further. They simultaneously shored up their support with poor whites, and stripped voting rights from most of the opposition party.”
“That’s bullshit.” Asha says angrily. “The rest of the world isn’t going to just let this happen.”
“The rest of the world didn’t really step up during apartheid. There were a few economic sanctions, but nothing major.” Kendra says. “And South Africa didn’t have nukes.”
“India has nukes.” Asha says, angrily attempting to pull her zip-tied hands apart.
“We will see what happens.” Jane says. “If the government wants to give you back, that’s fine with me. But for you own mental health, it might be best not to hold onto that. If it was going to happen, they wouldn’t be sending you away from DC. For now, let’s talk about something a bit more pleasant. What kind of hobbies are you girls into?”
When Jane pulls into the parking lot at the county office, Tom and Rick are waiting expectantly. “Did you run into any trouble?” Tom asks when she gets out of the car.
Jane shuts the door, stepping forward to talk without the girls in the car hearing, before handing over Asha’s papers. “Nothing major. Asha, the Indian girl, is a handful. I’m keeping Kendra, the South African girl. She’s enough of a realist to try to make the best out of this situation. Asha still insists her dad is going to somehow force the government to give her back though. I wouldn’t let her near anything sharp, and I definitely wouldn’t trust her to take care of Robert or any of my girls. Maybe you can get her into a more cooperative mood with some decent clothes, a shower, and a hairbrush. She’s a bit disheveled compared to her photo. I don’t think she’ll give you any problems tonight, though; She wore herself out on the first few hours of the drive.”
“They didn’t give you any problems at the pickup?” Tom asks.
“Besides crazy high security, and knocking the girls around a bit?” Jane asks. “Not really. They were treating them like they were on death row though; All of the guards in riot gear, mirror visors so we couldn’t see their faces. It’s way different than what I saw back where we used to live. I’m not willing to do that again.”
“Our camp is nothing like that.” Tom says, frowning deeply. “Let’s get her out, and see if we can tempt her into cooperating.”
Jane opens the car door, beckoning Asha to come out. “Asha, this is Tom, the local BAA Administrator, and Rick, the county Sheriff.”
Asha shrinks back into the car a bit, face struggling not to show the fear that was clearly gripping her.
“We aren’t here to hurt you.” Tom says. “We’ve got a few ladies in the VIP area in the basement here, and I’m sure they’d be happy to help you find some clothes that would fit you, after you get cleaned up. They already had dinner, but a few of the local places are open, we could get you a pizza or a burger.”
“I’m a vegetarian.” Asha says, not budging from the back seat.
Tom glances back at Jane and Rick, who both shrug. “A salad maybe? We don’t really have a vegetarian place, but I think the pizza place could manage that.”
After a few moments, Jane steps forward, ducking her head into the open door. “Asha, I really don’t want them to have to drag you out of the car. If they really wanted to harm you, they could easily have done that already. You are here as a doctor, and as long as you don’t give them trouble, you’ll get the VIP treatment. If you aren’t willing to play your part as a doctor, the best case scenario is that you get dropped into the local camp, where you won’t get any special food options, and sleep on the floor with hundreds of other women, all of whom know each other, and don’t know you.”
Asha looks up at her, before eventually nodding. When Jane steps back, Asha gingerly sets first one foot, and then the other on the pavement, before emerging from the car warily.
“I’ll be right back, ladies.” Jane says. “Reyna, can you tell the group chat we will be home shortly?”
As Rick escorts Asha towards the basement, Jane and Tom trail behind. “We got an ultimatum from the regional BAA today.” Tom says quietly. “If we don’t complete auctions for at least twenty percent of our detained population by Monday, they are going to do a detainee swap. After that, we’ve got to shed another ten percent a week.”
“When is the next ladies meeting?” Jane asks.
“Tomorrow.” Tom says. “At the local deli, at noon.”
“I’ll go.” Jane says. “Does everyone know yet?”
“I’m going to call an emergency meeting tomorrow evening, and announce it then.” Tom says, holding the door to the basement open for Jane. “So far, only you, the county commission, and a few of the local pastors know. They are going to attempt to win people around at the meeting, and at Wednesday night services.”
“What’s the plan if no one shows up?” Jane asks. “I’m assuming you’ve got at least a few people lined up to set the example? Those pastors and the other county commissioners? Rick and his deputies?”