End of Women: Part Two

Rebellion

Alyssa felt the man's hands digging harder and harder into her soft skin as his thrusting hips pounded against her pert little ass. He was stuffing her like a turkey in one of the Compound's Recreation Rooms.

She groaned at will, hating how much her body instinctively responded to being fucked like this. A pair of tongs lay discarded on the floor, smoking, as her tits continued to burn with a searing pain she was sure would not subside for days. Her fingers ached from the vice he had crushed them in just to watch her wail and her arched back faced the ceiling with a lattice of whip-marks. After he had applied these he had, apparently, felt she had suffered enough, and began porking her from behind so that her singed tits swung back and forth and her cries of pain only served to egg him on further.

'That's it, bitch, take it!'

He huffed out the words, not the fittest man ever to climb into a pair of spandex jodphurs and ride her like a yearling in heat. His sagging belly pressed against the cusp of her backside and his hands felt sweaty on her skin. She suppressed her gag reflex. Katie had given her only one piece of advice.

'Just give them what they want. If you think it hurts now, you have no idea what they do when you piss them off.'

So she let him punch his member in and out of her. The humiliation at being used like a rag-doll was nothing, and the physical pain was even less. What burned her worse than a white-hot pair of tongs ever could was the feeling of total submission when he entered her, how her body succumbed. No amount of pain or injustice had reduced the pleasure, and her mind even began throwing up imaginations of Nate, willing her to pretend it was him. She was sickened by herself.

Nate had shown himself to her three days before, as part of a routine inspection. She had been sure he would break her out, get her to safety and then she would lead the rebellion, but no. Nothing happened. He barely spoke to her. Had they brainwashed him, too? Was it all part of his scheme? She wondered if guards were allowed to use the women, and if so, why he hadn't simply taken her in one of these rooms and let her in on the plan, if he hand one?

The man using her pulled out suddenly, and without the sudden rush of warmth she associated with being ejaculated into. Her grabbed her by the arms and hoisted her up to her feet, clapping her wrists into manacles that hung from the ceiling once more. Oh, she thought grimly, staring at the floor as the whip smacked and coiled around her thighs, he's not done hurting me. Alyssa numbed herself and made sounds of pain as she was struck again and again, drifting back into her thoughts.

Nate would have made a move by now, she thought. Though it hurt deeply to think it, he must have been taken in by the sheer male fantasy of this place. It was beyond her comprehension but part of her knew such a hell-hole must have an appeal to the heterosexual male, whatever that said about them. Agh. The whip bit into her hard and she let out a scream that wasn't entirely false.

Whatever she did, it would have to be without Nate.

Two guards returned her to her cage three hours later, body racked and exhausted. She clambered in deep and curled up, wanting only to sleep. Kyra was sitting up against the rear wall and playing a game with herself. Katie looked to be asleep. Thank God, thought Alyssa, and lay her head down on the ground.

Minutes passed. She burrowed her fingers into her eyes, willing herself to sleep. The pain in her crotch and tits was keeping her awake, but more so the idea she had been visited with. It could not wait until morning. She sat upright.

'Guys,' she whispered, turning her head left and right. Katie raised her sleepy head and blinked slowly, chewing on air with her sweet face. Kyra raised one eyebrow at Alyssa as if she knew what this was about, and carried on tip-tapping on the concrete floor.

'Wha-what?' Katie pulled herself up on the mesh-wall between herself and Alyssa, 'whats up?'

'I have an idea.'

'Heeere we go.' Kyra rolled her eyes and turned her back to Alyssa, an ebony statue of indifference.

'I'm serious!' Alyssa breathed harshly. Kyra shot her a rueful look beneath stark eyelashes.

'Yeah, so am I. You're not the first girl who had an "idea", okay. They're all gone now, and not the way you wanna be.'

Alyssa ignored her. 'All we need to do is pass the word around without the men noticing. We outnumber them, like, fifty to one, right? How can they stop us all if we attack at the same time?'

'Uhm...' Katie sat up and rubbed her eyes, her soft breasts bouncing as she did so, 'I don't know. I mean, they have guns.'

Alyssa nodded slowly. 'Yeah, they do. And they will use them. But I know I'd rather charge at their guns and set these women free than stay alive in this place.'

Nate rounded a corner into the second floor, heading towards Alyssa's cage as the sun disappeared from view. The single window overlooking the wing had fallen dark and now all was quiet as the women began to drift off.

As he edged towards where Alyssa lay he made a mental note of that moment, the one just before he freed her at last and then together they made the world know what this place was. He was so excited that he almost didn't catch the conversation that grew louder with every step he took.

'What about your boy, Nate?'

He froze at the sound of his name. Two girls were speaking between cages only twenty feet away. They had not yet noticed him. One of them was Alyssa, though he wished he could believe it was not.

'Screw him. If I have to kill him to get out of here, I will.'

The words plunged his heart into cold water. All the euphoria he had felt moments before was obliterated in seconds. Nate turned around slowly, head swimming, and started walking back to the barracks.