Chapter 2: She Ain’t Got a Pussy; She’s Got a Dick!

Victoria and Madeline

The four Revolutionaries and their two captives made their way under Durden City following the sewers, a river of filth flowing inches from their feet. The smell was horrendous and rats scurried out of their way as they made their way through the gloom, the only light coming from the headlamps worn by the men and the flashlights they carried.

After what seemed like an eternity the Revolutionaries removed the gags from the women’s mouths and then put black nylon hoods over their heads at the bottom of a ladder and directed Victoria and Madeline to climb it. The two leading Revolutionaries had opened the manhole above it, checked that all was clear and stood guard while the little troop exited the sewer. It was still dark but a sliver of light on the horizon indicated and dawn was fast approaching.

“Those fucking idiots in Durden City can’t figure out how we are able to attack them without openly breaching their defences. They put so much effort into guarding that fucking wall but they completely forgot about the river of shit that flows out of the city. We broached the grates and bars that were erected across the sewers long ago and they have never been down there to check on them,” one of the Revolutionaries explained.

“But there is no way you are going to see the entrance and exit we use,” the leader, a rugged looking but handsome Major, grunted as he tightened the hoods around the women’s necks.

“I don’t think either of these two humps will be seeing Durden City again,” one of the troopers commented, causing the Major to scowl at him and shake his head.

The two Revolutionaries assisted Victoria and Madeline as they climbed the ladder and took the opportunity to paw at their tits and asses which the two women put up with gratefully just to get away from the reeking dark tunnel.

Victoria and Madeline stumbled blindly across broken ground, their purses dangling from their necks while their captors dragged them along by their elbows; two men behind them pushing them in the back to keep them moving.

“Come on you bitches, we don’t have all day,” one of them growled.

The group stopped in a copse of stunted trees and the men pulled broken branches off a lightly armoured troop carrier. The driver and navigator sat up front, a hatch was fitted above the rear seat so that the occupant could operate the roof mounted machine gun. Behind the rear seat two benches were fitted along the sides of the vehicle for embarked troops.

Victoria and Madeline were loaded into the back of the troop carrier, their captors copping a feel again as they manhandled the two ladies onto one of the benches.

Once the rear doors were closed one of the men ripped off their hoods and their bindings and they both blinked until their eyes adjusted to the light bleeding through the armoured glass windows. The man guarding them in the rear of the vehicle grimaced at them menacingly, soundlessly reminding them to keep their mouths closed and to behave themselves.

The vehicle lurched forward and sped across the Badlands at a speed that terrified the two women. The driver obviously knew every obstacle, curve, pothole and obstruction along their route because he dodged them all without slowing down.

Neither Victoria or Madeline had been outside the walls of Durden City but they had seen news footage and heard stories of the devastation but nothing could prepare them for what they were about to see. A two mile corridor around the city had been cleared of all debris and vegetation so that the defenders on the walls had clear sightlines but once out of the ‘kill zone’ the evidence of destruction, carnage and suffering was everywhere.

The roads were choked with vehicles abandoned long ago as people tried to flee the bloodbath of the civil wars that erupted after world order collapsed. Most vehicles were riddled with gunfire and the corpses inside were desiccated or decayed to the point where only crumbling bleached skeletons remained. All the buildings were in various states of demolition; edifices of exposed rusted steel, rotted wood and brickle concrete.

Occasionally there was movement as packs of rangy dogs fossicked for scraps in the rubble and birds feasted on the rotting corpses of animals and sometimes men. They saw two emaciated, filthy, scraggy-haired, grey-bearded men dressed in rags squabbling over the remains of a dead dog.

Victoria tried to look away but couldn’t.

“Outcasts from Durden City,” one of the revolutionaries stated emotionlessly.

“Kicked out of the city by your beloved Commissioner for some minor infraction. Maybe they were too vocal about their dissatisfaction about the way Pope Durden rules the city like a despot. Maybe they complained because they were denied access to the Breeding Chambers or they didn’t have enough credit to pay for a Comfort Girl. Maybe Pope Durden just didn’t like them. It doesn’t take much to piss off your lord and master,” their captor sneered.

The vehicle bounced over small obstructions and careered around the larger ones, never slowing. Without slowing, it approached what appeared to be a huge wall of rusting steel shipping containers stacked four high and both women screamed and braced for impact.

The men laughed uproariously at the women’s terror when at the last second two of the containers opened inwards, powered by hydraulic rams, and then closed immediately as the vehicle passed through the wall.

Viewed from the outside, the wall of abandoned rusting containers fitted perfectly into the devastated landscape of the Badlands; a reminder of global commerce, long since forsaken and obsolete. It melded unobtrusively into the scarred devastation.

But inside the walls of the stacked containers there was order. A thriving community of men, an army almost, went about their work as if beyond the walls the dystopia and cataclysm did not exist. It was much like Durden City but nowhere near as sophisticated. The roads were unpaved, there were no billboards purveying propaganda; everything was utilitarian and drab but neat and serviceable.

Flanks of lightweight fighting vehicles and ranks of Humvees were corralled next to a repair shop and fuelling station. Men were servicing weapons outside of a large armoury while others stacked stores and provisions into open ISO containers. The roads were dirt and gravel, the sidewalks roughly hewn timber. The place looked like a futuristic post- apocalyptic frontier outpost.

Most of the men were dressed in paramilitary style fatigues and they all carried sidearms. The uniforms were mismatched; mostly leftovers from the civil war, but many men also wore components of Durden City Guard uniforms, many with patches and repairs over bullet holes. But that couldn’t be right! Colonel Michael Durden made numerous public service appearances where he regaled the populous with tales about how his mighty Guard repeatedly repelled ‘the Revolutionary rabble’ whenever they skirmished. According to him his Guard annihilated the Revolutionaries and sustained very few casualties themselves, if any.

Victoria and Madeline were hauled out of the back of the troop carrier and silence descended on the compound as all work stopped and the men stared at the two women almost with disbelief.

“This way,” the Major pushed Victoria and Madeline ahead of him, the other three soldiers formed a phalanx around the two girls.

They were led to an open ISO container where the sergeant opened a steel door that lead to a flight of metal stairs that descended below the compound. The underground complex was brightly lit, the corridors wide enough for electric carts to transverse the hard packed ground. It appeared like a whole other town had been constructed underground.

The two women were bundled onto the bench seat of a golf cart-like vehicle, their escorts sitting before and behind them, and whisked away into the bowels of the underground complex. The vehicle stopped outside a door marked Op Centre. Victoria and Madeline rightly expected to confront the person who had ordered they be kidnapped and brought here.

They were pushed through the door into the operations room where large scale maps were pinned to walls, men manned computer consoles whilst talking into headsets; banks of radio equipment stacked in racks behind them. They were led down a corridor past doors which opened onto a mess, ablutions and a small barrack room and finally to another door marked Commander. As they walked through the Op Centre once again all talk ceased and the men glared at the women with wonder and lust.

The Major knocked and waited. An aide came to the door and opened it and waved them inside and then left; the other three soldiers stood guard outside.

“About fucking time,” the Commander glared at the Major.

Victoria and Madeline just stood there open-mouthed staring at the Commander in disbelief.

The Commander was a woman!

This was unheard of! Women were kept securely locked away and brought out for breeding purposes or to pleasure men. Even Comfort Girls, who had some freedom, were kept under continual observation and only existed to provide sexual services. Women in Durden City were chattels, they had no standing, no rights and certainly they had no power.

This woman was in charge!

“What is that thing doing here?” the Commander pointed a red fingernail at Madeline and scowled at her contemptuously.

“With all respect ma’am, you gave us a description of the woman you wanted us to capture and that’s all we had to go on. We were in combat mode and in a hurry. Look at them ... they could be sisters. We didn’t have time for idle chat so we took them both. Besides, fucked if we could tell the difference,” the Major said defensively.

“You coulda just lifted their skirts and shot the one with the dick!” the Commander replied sarcastically.

The Major just shook his head and the Commander broke into a smile.

“You did just fine Billy. You got me what I wanted and you didn’t lose any of my men,” the Commander said in a consolatory tone.

“Take that thing away and dispose of it. I’ll keep her here,” the Commander pointed at Victoria.

“With all respect again ma’am; it’s been a while since my guys have had a little, you know, companionship. Shit, two of them have never even seen a woman except for yourself. Can they have a little fun with her before we dispose of her?” the Major asked civilly, nodding his head at Madeline who was still in shock.

“Do what you want with it. Just get it out of my sight,” the Commander waved her hand dismissively at Madeline.

“Leave me alone with her Billy,” she pointed at Victoria.

“Are you sure ma’am?” Billy asked.

“I think I can handle her on my own,” the Commander grinned and patted her sidearm.

Major Billy Brody took Madeline by the elbow and led her to the door.

“One thing Major,” the Commander called out as they got to the door.

“If you touch that thing Billy, the door to my quarters will be closed to you forever,” the Commander growled.

Billy saluted his superior and dragged Madeline outside the office and closed the door to the Commander’s Office.

“Come with me bitch,” he pushed Madeline ahead of him until they got to the small barrack room where he shoved her inside.

The other three Revolutionaries had followed their Major and they stood at the door glaring at Madeline with unfettered lust.

“Have at her boys. When you’ve finished, take her out into the Badlands and dispose of her,” the Major walked away and the three soldiers crowded into the tiny barrack room and locked the door behind them.

Susan Solister

“Welcome to Freetown. I’m Commander Susan Solister and you’re Victoria Eglin the Brood Matron of the Durden City Breeding Facility and Pope Durden’s bitch. Have I got that right?” Susan pointed to a chair.

Victoria fell into the chair, still stunned at being addressed by a woman with power; a woman who appeared to be in charge of this place and the men who lived there. This woman seemed to know more about Victoria than anyone else except for Pope Durden.

Susan Solister was an imposing woman and beautiful. She stood nearly six feet tall in her combat boots and tight fitting camouflage uniform. She had a trim waist, long legs and small but perfectly proportioned breasts that pressed against the buttons of her shirt. Her makeup was perfectly applied: not too heavy but dark around her blue eyes and her ruby-red lipstick seemed incongruous to the military uniform. Her flaming-red hair hung to her shoulders in ringlets.

“Once you retired as a breeder, like the other women over forty, you became a brood mother. Except you are special Victoria. You’re not only Michael Durden’s whore, you are also in charge of the Breeding Facility, making sure the female children are nurtured and cared for, selecting pretty boys to become pretty girls to keep the sheep who call themselves citizens sated sexually,” Susan sat down behind a large desk and opened a drawer and put her sidearm inside it and took out a pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Victoria was shocked but she slowly gained her composure and sat up straight in the chair.

“You know more about me than I know about myself,” She whispered.

“You don’t recognise me do you?” Susan lit her cigarette.

Victoria shook her head.

“No reason why you should. We used to be acquaintances long ago but then I was just another female who look her turn in the breeding chambers, my legs sticking out of the sanctity holes while men spent themselves inside me,” Susan took a long drag on her cigarette.

“But I was different,” Susan studied the tip of her cigarette.

Madeline Smith

Madeline wasn’t stupid. She knew what was about to happen. She was going to be used by these three men and then disposed of which she guessed meant being taken into the Badlands and killed. She knew too much about the Revolutionaries now, even though she had been blindfolded for most of the journey.

Her only hope was to ingratiate herself with her captors and somehow convince them that she was more useful to them alive than dead. Trying to fight off these men would be hopeless and serve no purpose.

The two young troopers and the older sergeant made their intentions clear, stripping off their body armour, kicking off their boots and hurriedly shedding their uniforms. Their bodies were pale and muscled and rippled with battle scars. All three sported healthy erections. The room reeked of male sweat and testosterone comingled with Madeline’s perfume. The raw sexuality in the tiny barracks was palpable.

“You ever been with one Virgil?” one of them asked the oldest of the three, his eyes filled with lust as he stared at Madeline.

“Before I got kicked out of Durden City I used up all my credits at the Comfort Palaces but I never got into the Chambers. I applied but was rejected. Comfort Girl pussy is the only pussy I ever had,” the man named Virgil replied, eyeing Madeline lasciviously.

“But she ain’t got a pussy Sergeant; she’s got a dick,” the youngest of the three whined.

“I don’t think Susan Solister is going to let you borrow hers Leon, so it’s Comfort Girl pussy or no pussy. Besides you’re a fuckin’ virgin, what the fuck do you know about any kinda pussy,” Virgil chuckled and Leon blushed.

“I ain’t never had me a piece of pussy neither but I seen plenty in them old porn shows. I’m just going to leave the panties on her and pretend she’s a breeder; she’s pretty and I’m hornier than hound dog on heat,” the other young trooper nicknamed Spliff chimed in.

“Dogs don’t get on heat; only bitches do,” Virgil commented.

“They train em good. Raise them as girls and comfortin’ is all they know. They are goddam fucking machines,” Virgil added.

“You boys gonna stand there talking and gawking or are you goin’ to come over here and fuck me?” Madeline mimicked their tone and accent, as much to excite them as to mock them.

She lifted the hem of her black micro minidress and flashed her red panties at the men and stuck out her tongue.

It was all part of the plan. She saw her reflection in a stained shaving mirror mounted on the wall and saw that her raven mane was tousled and her makeup smeared after all the manhandling and jostling she had endured getting here. That said she still looked damn sexy.

“You fucking haughty bitch!” Virgil reached for Madeline but she stepped aside.

“Let me take care of the young uns’ first Virgil. They’re virgins so it won’t take long, then you and I can get acquainted properly,” Madeline stepped into Virgil and put her hands around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest, hooking a nylon-sheathed calf around his leg.

She rubbed herself against him as she kissed him passionately.

“Hot damn, that bitch is in heat!” Leon squawked.

Virgil pushed Madeline away and she was scooped up by Leon who put his mouth on hers and pawed at her tits. She could feel his dick poking into her belly and she reached for it. Leon’s kisses were fervid and slobbery and Madeline pressed her lips on his and used her tongue expertly so that Leon could learn from her how to kiss properly. She squeezed his cock which felt like a hot poker in her hand.

“Oh shit!” Leon blurted and Madeline felt his scalding issue splash on her wrist and forearm.

She kept kissing him while she masturbated his throbbing root, knowing that he was spattering her dress with his semen and not caring. This was do or die and a bit of spunk on her clothes was nothing. She could feel Leon’s cock quivering in her hand and he muttered incomprehensively as he experienced his first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. The feel of Madeline’s body against his, the smell of her perfume, her lips and tongue working his mouth, her downright femininity had triggered his orgasm as soon as her fingers began to stroke his cock.

“Don’t worry baby, you’re young and you’ll recover quick. No time limit in this Comfort Room,” Madeline drained the last of Leon’s semen and then she felt another cock prodding her ass.

Spliff had lifted Madeline’s dress and was rubbing his cock on her panties. Madeline obligingly bent over and lifted her skirt out of the way to give him unfettered access to her buttocks. She felt him poking her in the panties; his eagerness and inexperience quite evident. Madeline eased aside the gusset of her panties and used a fingernail to poke a cock-sized hole in the gusset of her pantyhose, remembering the boy’s statement about ‘leaving the panties on her and pretending’. He wouldn’t be the first man to have done that; pretend that she was a real female.

She still had some of Bob Ringwald’s semen inside her from their session in the Pleasure Room and she was thankful that she did when Spliff drove his cock all the way past her tight puckered bud deep inside her anus.

“Hot damn!” he yelped and gripped Madeline’s hips and began to bugger her.

Leon had recovered and because Madeline was bent over, her face was level with his groin and he poked his cock in Madeline’s face and she dutifully took it in her mouth and began to suckle it. Watching his pal fuck the attractive, mature Comfort Girl was exciting and he wanted more of her.

Madeline was able to catch a quick glance of Virgil sitting on the bunk watching; his cock at full attention. He was watching her with both lust and envy and she though possibly jealousy as well, which was all part of her plan.

Spliff, standing behind her, was doing a good job despite his inexperience and his cock was pounding her prostate, the girth of his member stretching and stimulating her sphincter and his pubis pounding into her pantyhosed buttocks, which was a particular fancy she had developed over her years of whoring.

Spliff moved his hands to her thighs and held Madeline tight and she felt his cock bloat and shudder deep inside her rectum and flood her with his spend. The stink of musky semen pervaded the room as he kept jackhammering his cock in and out of Madeline’s tight channel, his cum running down her thighs, soaking into her nylons.

Spliff remained hard and kept fucking her and Madeline was grateful that he’d filled her with so much semen to keep her lubricated. Her cock was rock-hard and pushing against the front of her panties and she knew that a single stroke would make it erupt. The feel of the Spliff’s big phallus sliding in and out of her ass was quite stimulating and sucking the precum out of Leon’s hard rod added to the excitement.

Leon and the Spliff smirked at each other over Madeline’s hunched body; then Leon’s face screwed up as he felt Madeline tickle his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue while her lips suckled his shaft. He knotted his fingers in her hair and wrenched her face into his groin and shot his second load of semen into her mouth. Madeline slavered at his pulsing penis and greedily swallowed his issue.

This triggered Spliff’s second orgasm and he pulled Madeline’s soft, panty-clad ass into his groin and he voided himself inside her anus. It took all of Madeline’s concentration to try not to come as she pushed pack against the cock in her ass and ground her buttocks into the young fucker’s groin. Spliff could feel Madeline’s sphincter tighten around his shaft and her anus spasm as she expressed all of his issue.

Leon let go of Madeline’s hair and pulled his cock from her mouth with an audible plop and she slipped her tongue out and lapped up the last of his seed from her lips. Spliff pulled out of her anus and a river of spunk dribbled from her stretched sphincter which slowly closed shut, trapping most of his creamy spend in her ass.

“Ok you young uns’. You’ve had your fun now let a man get to her,” Virgil growled.

He pushed the young men, still naked, out into the corridor and threw their clothes and boots out after them and slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Now let’s see what you do when a real man fucks you,” Virgil growled and Madeline looked at him very meekly.

Susan Solister and Victoria Eglin

“Did you study any history Victoria? What do know about the SARS-X Pandemic?” Susan perched her bottom on the edge of her desk, her face only a two feet from Victoria’s.

“All I know about SARS-X is that it is almost always lethal in women; something to do with women having two X chromosomes. A very small percentage of women have a chromosome abnormality that doesn’t affect them but makes them immune to SARS-X. They pass this abnormality onto their offspring, so their daughters are also immune,” Victoria offered.

“Check out the big brain on Brad,” Susan scoffed.

Victoria looked puzzled.

“It comes from a very, very old movie. Other than being repeatedly raped in the breeding chambers, there wasn’t much else to do in the Pussy Palace except watch old movies,” Susan shook the package of cigarettes at Victoria who took one.

“Then I realised that I was wasting what little life I had so I started doing some research to educate myself. I read about the previous pandemic which they called Covid-19,” Susan lit Victoria’s cigarette and began her dissertation.

“Way back in June 2020, as the first reports of long Covid began to filter through the medical community, doctors attempting to grapple with this mysterious malaise began to notice an unusual trend. While acute cases of Covid-19 tended to be mostly male and over 50, long Covid sufferers were, by contrast, both relatively young and overwhelmingly female,” Susan lit her own cigarette and continued.

“Once a Covid vaccine was developed and the world returned to normal no further research was conducted into why women were more susceptible to the virus. Mostly because men were in charge and it was women who had suffered.”

“Viruses rely on a host to survive and replicate. They invade the body of a human or an animal and bind with the host’s cells to allow their own genetic material or RNA to enter the cells. The host’s own cells read the genetic code and replicate it, making more of the virus. That new virus then leaves the cell in search of another host to infect.”

“Sometimes when that genetic code is being translated into proteins, a piece of the code gets changed. This is called a mutation, and they happen frequently. This is how SARS-X actually came into being but the spin doctors put out their own theories to hide their ineptitude.”

“When the SARS-X pandemic hit the initial reaction was: ‘here-we-go-again it’s Covid mark two’ and people were lackadaisical and complacent; they’d been through it before and were over the lock-downs, isolation and mask wearing. Then women started dying in their millions and it was too late to do anything about it,” but enough with the science lesson.

“With the female population decimated the whole world went crazy and looked for someone to blame. The Chinese were accused of being the root cause of SARS-X because Covid-19 had started in China. Then there were counter allegations blaming the US or Russia for developing the virus for military purposes and letting it escape.”

“Sabre rattling eventually gave way to a full-blown world war. Men died in their millions on the battlefields while their women died at home from SARS-X. Fingers hovered over buttons that would release strategic nuclear weapons but thankfully they were never pressed. Battlefield tactical nukes were employed however with devastating results.”

“With almost no women left in the world, there suddenly became no reason for nations to fight each other but governments toppled, society disintegrated and law and order ceased to exist. The world was left with only bitter, angry, lonely men who squabbled over the few remaining women and girls,” Susan’s eyes flashed with intensity as she told her story.

“In the US, the Federal Government fell and the individual states used their National Guards to try to instil law and order and quell the anarchy but the states began to feud and civil wars erupted. Then individual cities broke away from the states. With the world war over and the total breakdown of society and civilisation imminent, Justin Durden was astute enough to see how the future was going to pan out and he had his own vision for the future,” The sarcasm in Susan’s voice was evident.

“Because of his legacy we live in a safe place and we thrive. We trade with other cities and we have our breeding program. Michael Durden and his father before him have continued to nurture Justin Durden’s vision of hope,” Victoria Eglin choked on the propaganda that she espoused, but Victoria was not yet ready to reveal what she really knew.

“Your lover Pope Durden and his father and his grandfather before him ruled over a city using force and propaganda to repress and patronise the masses. The citizens of Durden City are content to be housed, clothed, fed and contribute to society so long as they are entertained and their carnal desires are met in the Breeding Chambers and Comfort Rooms,” Susan’s face flushed with disdain and turned ugly as she spat out her words.

Her dissertation continued.

“Justin Durden was a Colonel in the Texas Army National Guard whose men worshipped him and would do anything for him,” Susan’s eyes burned with hatred.

“At first with the Governor’s permission and then by his own volition he and his emphatically loyal National Guard regiment rounded up all the surviving women and girls both near and far, taking them by force if necessary. He justified this by stating that it was for their own safety during this period of anarchy where it was not unknown for organised gangs of men to snatch up women and girls, killing their husbands and fathers; keeping the women and girls to feed their own carnal desires as they roamed a country where law and order had disintegrated,” Susan butted out her cigarette and lit another.

“The way Michael Durden tells it, his grandfather was the saviour of the few remaining women that he collected. He and his men protected them when their husbands and fathers couldn’t,” Veronica countered.

“Huh!” Susan sneered.

“Three generations of Durden men have ruled what used to be Midland City with the help of their puppet Commission and the City Guard. Justin Durden changed the name of his regiment to the Durden City Guard and secured Midland City’s infrastructure and utilities whilst either removing, or in most cases, executing the roaming bands of brigands and scavengers. His men expelled anyone from the city who did not acquiesce to his bidding. They put a temporary wall around the city which was soon followed by a substantial concrete battlement,” Susan continued

“The citizenry were happy to toil on public works and live in a place where law and order and a modicum of sanity prevailed. Justin’s militia forces roamed far and wide commandeering essentials for what was to become Durden City and of course any women and girls were rounded up and placed in ‘protective custody’. Then he and his cronies came up with idea of the Breeding Chambers,” Susan’s bitterness was emblazoned on her face.

“Then after a while Justin implemented the Comfort Girl program as soon as it became evident that his pool of women could not satisfy the appetites of the male population. At first some of the men were reluctant use the Comfort Girls but they soon became not just a necessity, they became an affordable luxury,” the sneer on Susan’s face displayed her disgust for Comfort Girls.