The Tower
Copyright© 2025 by JP Bennet
Chapter 21
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 21 - London, 2027. A deadly pandemic has wiped out most of the population, leaving chaos in its wake. As law and order collapse, survivors form factions, each fighting for control. Dale, a former banker, fortifies the Tower of London, building a ruthless community to withstand the growing threats. *WARNING: racist characters. Avoid if that offends you. Violent but violence is for the most part not sexual*
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Slavery Fiction Post Apocalypse Group Sex Violence
The Tower – March 2028
The old room was crowded with maps and folders, Dale leaned over the table, finger pressed to a marked sector in Whitechapel.
Polina spoke first, eyes on her ledger. “We’ve passed ten thousand. Intake’s throttled but still at two hundred a day. We’ve pushed vetted batches into Stepney and Regent’s Park, but both are full. Hotels are packed out. Even dispersals can’t keep pace.”
Allegra’s tone was calm. “That’s proof our message is working. People are walking here because they believe the Tower can feed them.”
Joe shook his head. “Belief doesn’t make the queues shorter. Guards are on edge at every food line. We can handle flashpoints, but it burns men out.”
Rebecca, drawn and pale, added quietly, “Kitchens are stretched, medical is stretched. If numbers keep climbing, it’s only a matter of time before we lose containment on disease.”
Dale’s gaze swept the room. “We bought weeks with dispersals. It isn’t enough.”
Joe tapped the map with a blunt finger. “Clearance gangs are stripping fast — blocks in Stepney are already turning over — but the scale still outruns us.”
Marcus flipped through a schematic, voice clipped. “Clearance speed isn’t the choke point. We need power and we need water. We have the plant but we need mains water. We need to push faster to Beckton.”
Dale asked flatly, “How long if we don’t?”
Allegra met his eyes. “We’re growing fast. Without water they could revolt.”
The room went still. Joe broke it. “We’ve pressed past Poplar but our lines are thin. It’s another three miles to Beckton and then we need to figure out all the piping.”
Dale turned to Bob. “How are we doing on that?”
“We’ve got the system mapped and should be good within the sectors we control. We’ll need to spend at least a week once we have the plant securing all the flows in Beckton and surrounds and it will be an epic task to get it going.”
Allegra leaned forward. “It’s worth the cost. Water is life. If we control treatment, we control survival.”
Dale straightened. “Then that’s the line. We push East with what we’ve got.”
No one argued. Papers rustled as the map was folded back.
Carly was called up after the council had finished. She found Allegra alone in one of the Tower’s side rooms, papers spread in neat piles.
Allegra didn’t waste time. “You’ve made yourself useful. Polina says billets and rations run smoother when you’re involved. You keep things moving. That matters.”
Carly nodded quickly. “I just do what I can.”
Allegra’s smile was slight but approving. “And because of that, you’ve earned more. Tonight you can be with the Lord Protector. Not many are offered that. Consider it recognition.”
The words hit hard. A door opened by Allegra’s hand.
“Thank you,” Carly said at once, almost too fast.
Allegra studied her for a moment, then leaned back. “Good.”
Carly dipped her head, pulse hammering. She could still remember Julian whispering in stairwells, the failed plan to let Ali’s men through the gates. The screams after. The torture. The fires. She’d believed then Dale was a monster worth bringing down.
Now Allegra herself was handing her into his bed. She had worked so hard to hide by making herself useful that she’d made herself impossible to overlook. The thought of Dale knotted her stomach — fear, shame, but something hotter too. Curiosity, maybe. He wasn’t just the man she had once plotted against; he was the centre of everything now, the one everyone else bent around. To be brought close to that power, even for a night, felt dangerous and magnetic at once. She wanted it and dreaded it in the same breath.
She left the room steady on her feet, but inside she felt the shift: she had accepted without hesitation. It was survival, it was reward, but it was also something else completely.
For him, maybe this wasn’t extraordinary at all.
She slipped off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. The silence was heavy. Natalie sat by the wall in an armchair chair, reading a book with cool detachment, as if this too were routine.
Carly forced herself forward. She walked slower than she needed to, hips loose, hair tumbling forward, shedding her clothes along the way. The movements felt rehearsed, clumsy, but they were all she had.
When she reached the bed, she was naked. Dale closed the folder, set it aside, and finally looked at her properly. He gave her a faint smile and drew back the blanket in a single, unhurried gesture.
Her stomach tightened. This was her reward, her chance, and she couldn’t just lie there like a passenger. Allegra had given her this night. She had to make it work.
So she leaned in first, kissing the corner of his mouth. His lips were warm but still. She kissed again, harder this time, pressing her chest against his, sliding her hand down his torso.
Her fingers found him through the fabric — heavy, not yet ready. Heat rushed through her face. This was her task: to wake him.
She kissed down his throat, nipped at the skin, let her tongue trace the ridge of his collarbone. Her hand rubbed slow circles, then firmer, stroking until she felt him begin to swell against her palm. Relief sparked through her chest, mixed with sudden hunger.
She tugged the blanket aside, slipped her hand inside his waistband. His skin was hot, smooth, the weight of him filling her hand. She stroked him steadily, wrist twisting, her breath quickening with each pulse of blood she felt there.
It had been so long since she’d touched anyone like this. Her thighs pressed together, her own body waking faster than she wanted to admit. She kissed him again, mouths open now, her tongue sliding against his as her hand worked him harder.
He sighed, finally, a small sound, and his hand cupped her breast through her top. That tiny response thrilled her. She pushed herself lower, kissed his stomach, then took him into her mouth.
The taste was sharp, musky, unfamiliar after all these barren months, but her body leaned into it. She sucked him deeper, one hand stroking what her lips couldn’t cover, the other braced against his thigh. Heat coiled low in her belly as he hardened fully against her tongue.
When his hand tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, she felt a surge of victory — and need. She was doing it. She was getting him ready. She was proving she belonged here.
Her own arousal soaked through her underwear, a humiliating betrayal of how much she wanted this. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating through her throat, and felt him pulse harder in her mouth.
Now he was ready. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, eyes flicking up to his. His face was still calm, still steady, but he was hard and waiting.
Her body ached for what came next.
Her lips were slick, her jaw aching, but he was hard in her hand now, heavy and alive. She pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, chest rising and falling too fast.
Dale’s eyes met hers, calm, unreadable, waiting.
For a moment she froze. This was her chance, her reward — Allegra had put her here — and she couldn’t falter now. He wasn’t going to reach for her first. He expected her to show what she wanted.
So she swung her leg over him.