The ride is slow and careful. You can't be going above 35 miles per hour but it's not really a surprise. This bus has so much armor and modifications to it that it's probably more a Tank in terms of weight and armor. You're not going anywhere fast but you're the safest you've been since the bombs fell. The nerves of the situation can't help but melt away, and for the first time in a long time you feel safe to just take a nap.
You wake up with Nurse Amy entering your little cabin. You can't help but remember her. Asian, cute, about your age. Wearing blue hospital-type scrubs, which are probably meant for someone a couple sizes larger then her. She looks at you with tired but overall pleased eyes and smiles as she takes a seat next to you, the faint smell of hydrogen peroxide in your nose as she has done a particularly good job of cleaning her face when she sucked you off not long ago.
"Shh. . .keep quiet, I'm not supposed to be here" she simply replies and moves closer.
"Hey," you respond, waking up, "So- tell me. Did we make the right choice?"
The question actually seems to catch her by surprise, and her answer seems heartfelt and honest.
"I don't think there is such a thing really, but it's definitely much better then anything out there. You and your father will be given jobs, which will keep you busy but you'll get a warm, safe place to sleep and steady food in exchange.
You mother and your sisters. . .I'm not going to lie. They'll be given lesser jobs, but they'll have other duties. The first three times per day that they're propositioned for sex they have to say yes. And every night they pick about a half-dozen women and take us to the clinic, strap us to tables, and we're. . .used. . .by the men whose jobs kept them too busy to go get women during the day. Your mother, sisters, and any other women we pick up today will be in this half-dozen since they're new.
But you have to understand, even for women this is an improvement over what's outside. There are rules. Men are punished when they hurt us and can't leave any sort of mark. And we're fed, clothed, and we have warm, safe places to sleep. And when we're pregnant, we are allowed to pick our partners again.
Compared to what's outside the camp, that's paradise. Sure we're usually raped about twice a day- but we're protected from the worst of it and we know we'll survive." she ends, looking you in the eyes. Deciding something, she starts removing her scrub shirt revealing those perky breasts once more.
"I. . ."
"Shh. . .it's okay. It's better then any alternatives I know about. And there's a way to be kept off the tables. One of the rewards men can get is the right to request a specific woman for a night of exclusive use. You get one for being particularly good at your job, for being medically confirmed to get one of the women pregnant, and the women can vote to give you one. It's something we are allowed to do every day." she explains, shedding the scrub pants to be completely naked before you. Without a word she starts crawling into your lap.
"If you at least try to make the rapes pleasurable for us, we're more likely to vote for you- see." she explains, kissing along your neck as her hands go to unbuckle your belt.
"So what I'm saying is, when you get one- and you probably will as a new guy- just, once in a while, remember how I fucked you on the ride to the camp, okay?" she begs.
"Remember how you don't have to rape me, I broke rules to beg for your cock- okay?"
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