Terminator Silent War

St Louis, Missouri, 2022

Lights from the sky explored the rubble for signs of life. The lights moved slowly and methodically, hunting in crevices and other potential hiding places.

Brianna's squad had been surprised by a group of three T-800s lumbering over the shattered remains of a church, their metal skeletons briefly illuminated by gunfire. Expressionless, the machines regardless smiled blankly as they moved to their objective, the rickety, crumbling bunker that Brianna had been sent to defend.

The motherfuckers had been closer than anticipated, leaving her exposed and unable to quickly find cover. Her comrades scattered for safety behind anything they could find. Dropping to her stomach, she rolled to a shallow crater and opened fire, knocking a machine backwards. She was focused on the task at hand and only vaguely aware that she was far too vulnerable. To drive that point home, gunfire sent mud flying all around her, splattering her face and obscuring her vision.

The mechanical clunking and whirring of a damaged machine sounded nearby but she was unclear of the exact location. She opened her eyes and tried to wipe the mud away. Turning onto her back, pointed blindly at her best guess and opened fire.

No change in the sounds of malfunction. No explosion. Not a goddamn thing. She'd missed and spent her last shot. Unseen to her, the machine turned and raised it's foot to pulverize her belly.

It jerked forward and collapsed next to her, shrapnel flying backwards. Sharp pain sliced her pelvis, a hot burning sensation below her navel. She cried out in surprise and pain, wondering how deep the injury went.

Dodgson was next to her, pulling her up by her shoulders.

"Think you could find a worse place for cover?" smirking with his usual bullshitty sarcasm.

"Fucking asshole," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. She scanned the area, eyes wide, not sure of what she was seeing. Breathing hurt and her heart was thundering in her chest

"Me or the machine," he quipped.

"You are painfully unfunny," she said, looking away from both him and the android.

"True as that is, it's just you and me now sweetheart." His smirk was gone, his head turned toward the church.

Brianna turned to see her comrades scattered on the ground, some missing limbs, others with exposed intestines. The three Terminators had likely been in a larger group and escaped a larger skirmish. They hadn't been as fortunate this time, their scrap giving an electrical burning smell.

"We need to get back," Brianna told him. Intel would want to know about the number of machines and the circumstances of their squad's decimation. They turned and began to walk back to the bunker when Dodgson was yanked from his feet and fell to the ground, landing flat on his back. He lay gasping for air and was pulled toward the machine he had failed to fully blow away. Brianna reached for her partner's dropped weapon and fired at the cyber organism just as it crushed Dodgson's head with it's fist. The bullets blew out the creature's metal skull, its chip scattered on the ground behind it.

She turned and moved to cover, slowly moving back to the bunker.

She pounded on the bunker's metal door. The same routine. Guns pointed through the door, passwords exchanged and dogs sniffing you out.

Niceties with the guards were absent and she immediately made her way to the overcrowded showers. Mud and blood swirled down the drain, the chemical agent gushing from the shower head washed away any potential toxins and biological agents. She quickly scrubbed her skin, her three fingered right hand passing the soap over her third degree burns, lacerated shoulders and amputated right breast. At twenty five years old, she might have been the kind of woman to wear a summer dress on a hot day, giving the finger to cat calling construction workers. Before the bombs fell. Her red hair was cropped short, narrow face and green eyes alert, she could size up a potential comrade with a glance.

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, carefully running the towel over her stitched up pelvic wound. A guard waited stonefaced, a clipboard in hand.

"You've had your third penicillin vaccination," the guard said, stating a fact.

Brianna gave the affirmative and the guard snapped "Bay five."

"Yeah, I know. Just because I'm not in the field doesn't mean I'm off duty," Brianna grumbled.

Brianna waited her turn in the line of nude women. She hadn't bothered to get dressed after her shower, clothes would get in the way of the examination. Men stood in their own line on the other side of the room, also nude.

All of them were questioned by medical staff, then dutifully lain on a table and put in stirrups. Staring at the dusty, cobweb covered ceiling, Brianna numbly waited for the maintenance check to end. One dispassionate doctor examined her crotch while another inspected her remaining breast.

The crotch inspector passed a handheld device over her pelvis, slowly and methodically scanning. Brianna thought of her as a hunter herself, also looking for signs of life. The Hunter stopped her movement as the device lit up.

The Hunter said, "Go behind that wall."

Brianna stood up from the table and moved to where the nurse gestured. A dark space behind a crumbling wall. She was lucky, there was a dirty blanket on the floor. Most "love nests" weren't so luxurious.

The next deployment began within the hour, so she needed to hurry this through the pipeline. Not remotely aroused, Brianna spread her legs and dutifully pressed her button. She rubbed and stroked but knew she had to change tactics. She had to play the bullshit game of softly caressing her cooch.

Brianna didn't have time for soft feminine self love. And she didn't want to think. Thinking too much could lead to distraction. Still, juices had to flow for this to be tolerable so she closed her eyes and remembered.

***

Smoke and dirt obscuring the sky was the norm but didn't do much against the hot Missouri sun. Brianna walked with her squad through the ruins of old St. Louis, watching and listening for anything around the mounds of rubble. The people that remembered the world before Judgement Day said St. Louis had been a small city, especially compared to massive population centers like Los Angeles or New York. Those places were choked with people, not just walking the streets but filling towers that went on for miles.

St. Louis had an arch that didn't even fill with people but was flimsy and collapsed immediately as the bombs arrived from Russia. All that remained of the Eads Bridge were the piers that stood alone in the Mississippi. The Busch Brewery, Union Station, the airport, the Courthouse were all demolished and useless as shelters.

All that they had going for them was the river. Resources like food and water were scarce or had been irradiated by the war but at least the river was usable. It had also been too radioactive to drink from but they had been fortunate that the size of the river meant a fresh supply would flow by quickly.

Brianna was young and on one of her first patrols. She'd been told about what to expect but after eighteen years in the bunker, the sights and sunlight was otherworldly. It was warm and bright and inviting. It felt like life.

The light was having the same effect on Matthew, who had his face turned to the sky, letting the sun warm him. He took a long slow breath, feeling the air fill his lungs and calmness overtake him.

They knew each other from the bunker and had caught each other's eyes lingering. People their age were few, as many children died of illness or hunger. They had been fortunate to have been young at the time of Judgment Day when supplies hadn't dwindled.

They were taller, stronger than other young survivors and health made their eyes clear and bright. They were in the open freedom of the outside world, able to do what they wanted.

Turning back from the sun, Matthew grinned at Brianna. She grinned back stupidly and more than she meant to. She nodded her head towards some twisted steel girders and ran towards them, Matthew right behind her.

They lay their weapons on the ground, stripped their shirts and tossed them aside. Brianna's pale breasts being exposed intimately and out in the open made her grin and shudder. They were being taken in by someone that she wanted to see them, not just the randoms that filled the communal showers.

Matthew was also unused to the openness. His body stood nude in the light, and it was the first time he could really see himself. The medical bays were the most brightly lit areas in the bunker and every time he was there, staff sized him up and moved him along. They checked his physical functioning but he was unallowed to see for himself in the darkness of the bunker.

Brianna leaned against the girder and lifted a leg to one side. She wanted him to fill her, stretch her, stroke inside her.

"I really want you to fuck me," she stammered, then laughed because it was pretty obvious what she wanted.

Matthew pressed against her, sliding his cock deep inside her. He needed to fuck her and fuck her fast before someone caught them. Or a machine did.

He stroked against her, his body pressed against hers, her pink nipples brushing against his chest. The knowledge was overwhelming: he was on top of her, they were naked and finally having sex.

His hand caressed her lifted thigh while the other held her right breast. He gazed at her face as she watched him, her mouth open and eyes looking into his. She took him all in: his intense look, jawline and strength of thrusting. Having a cock inside her was a strange concept but worth ending the mystery. She pressed against the girder, letting him fill her, satisfy her.

Would he finish inside her or on her stomach? Could he get her pregnant? Did it matter? They were being hunted by killer robots every day, always on guard. Death was ever present, so living life was rebellion. People had fucked before Judgement Day with pleasure and without the constant sense of dread. Getting laid out in the open was an act of defiance toward the Terminators.

Matthew was close and they could both tell. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She pulled his ass closer to her with one hand and cupped his balls in the other, curious if she would feel anything when he discharged.

He spasmed suddenly, surprising her. Gasping and groaning in her ear, Brianna realized what was happening. He'd just finished and finished inside her. She felt both shock and excitement as his cock pulsed inside her. She'd finally had sex. It wasn't what she'd expected but she hadn't known what to expect.

Matthew raised his head and looked at her, his eyes still a little glazed over. She laughed at his stupid expression and then his head exploded in front of her.

***

"Hey."

A voice interrupted her memory and she realized that she'd been fondling her remaining breast. Getting lost in a fantasy was a luxury that she couldn't afford. She looked at the kid standing next to her. He was maybe twenty years old, sinewy, stunted behind the eyes from the horrible shit he'd seen in his short life.

She was wet enough. She stood up, leaned face first against the wall and opened her legs. The kid, still naked from his own examination, got behind her and inserted himself. He thrust methodically, also staring at the wall before them.

Fertility was to be protected at all costs, it was a primary weapon for defeating the Terminators. Unauthorized liaisons were impossible to fully prevent but were serious infractions. Chlamydia and gonorrhea were too dangerous to be allowed, hence the examinations and mandatory penicillin shots.

Her incident had concerned her superiors. She was a young woman with many potential years ahead of her but the explosion had burned a significant portion of her body. Burns covered the right side of her body and her breast had been amputated due to extensive damage. Still, her period never ceased so she was usable.

Brianna had been used for recruitment several times, with various success. She had been carrying at seventeen weeks when her vehicle was overturned while escaping an aerial transport. Her belly had been jarred into the steering wheel, tearing her placenta and necessitating a medical termination. Another potential soldier was lost spontaneously months after her abortion. Finally a daughter was born, after she had been ordered to stay sequestered in the bunker until birth.

She never met the girl. She had been raised in the communal nursery to prevent attachment and preferential treatment. That had been Brianna's only successful recruitment.

Soon afterward, all successful pregnancies ended. No fertilizations, no positive tests. The brass panicked, demanding examinations of all women of recruiting age. Across the board, artificial hormones had been detected in their bloodstreams. In it's detailed files of human anatomy, Skynet had learned to poison the river water with what had once been called birth control, thus extinguishing humans even more efficiently. Recruitment was still attempted, in hopes that Skynet's success would end.

Staring ahead without emotion, she felt the man's hands begin to caress her sides. A hand moved along her body towards her hanging breast. He began to groan behind her, causing her to pull away then turn and shove him in one movement.

He fell on his back and she straddled him, slipping his cock inside her.

He looked at her in angry confusion, beginning to ask her what the fuck she was doing but was cut off. She roughly covered his mouth, twisting his face to the side and onto the floor. She feverishly pumped his cock inside her. Her eyes looked down at him coldly.

He squirmed beneath her, angry at being dominated but also close to releasing. He decided to get it over with and pumped her back, his breath becoming ragged. He gasped for air and helplessly, resentfully orgasmed deep inside of Brianna.

She watched him shudder beneath her, her eyes still cold. She waited for him to fulfill his obligation and when he finally sighed and relaxed she stood up. Grabbing a nearby rag, she wiped away his cum from between her legs, tossed it aside and walked away.